After Zhang Muyang laid some prohibitions here, he left the hillside and returned to the 'Xiangyun Temple' where the old monk lived.

Although the 'Huijue' monk was removed, Zhang Muyang's injuries were real, fortunately, they were not very serious, as long as they recuperated and left no hidden dangers.

Half an hour later, Zhang Muyang exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and the slight injury on his body was already healed.

After the healing, Zhang Muyang walked around the temple a few times, except for a few Buddhist exercises and some simple magic weapons, he didn't find anything that could make people's eyes shine, but on some bookshelves abandoned by the old monk, Ling Bing found a few Buddhist scriptures, which should be out of print, Zhang Muyang thought about it and received it in Qiankun's bag. As for the other formations in this temple, Zhang Muyang really didn't like it, and still left it here.

Before leaving, he glanced at the teacup on the table that had not yet been packed up, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but sigh, in fact, since he entered this temple, he has been suspicious of this old monk, not because of anything else, this old monk is too kind-hearted and too enthusiastic. Coupled with Zhou Anya's matter, Zhang Muyang was eight points of vigilance against the old monk, Zhou Anya was not sick at all, but was cursed, Zhang Muyang had already seen it at the time, but he didn't tell Zhou Anya.

Later, he took out the immortal drunken wine recipe, and in the eyes of the monk Huijue, he noticed that trace of greed, and he began to know that the old monk in front of him must have something strange He had never seen these nine directions, and then he and Ling Bing sang a double reed.

Will plan it, see what medicine is buried in the stomach of this product, I didn't expect this product to be ready to attack them, and there is really a monk's cave. Zhang Muyang didn't lift the table halfway and sang the trick.

Regarding this behavior of the 'Huijue' monk, Zhang Muyang can understand in his heart that people die for money, birds die for food, interests are the first, and people can do anything, not to mention the cultivation of things. Zhang Muyang experienced a lot of this kind of thing in his last life, and he participated in a lot, so he didn't have any special thoughts.

However, Ling Bing is different, Ling Bing's cultivation has been smooth, except for Shicheng, she has not experienced any setbacks, and she has not seen and experienced the dark side of the cultivation world at all, this incident can be regarded as a lesson for her, making her vigilant.

As for the monk's cave mansion, Zhang Muyang has no nostalgia, he can't enter the current realm, and if he wants to take the treasure inside, he will only have a chance when he cultivates the "Nine Turns Xuangong" to the third turn. Although there is some implication, this time, he did not get nothing.

The gourd obtained from the cave is not an ordinary product, and when he got it again, he was able to collide with the fairy sword without being damaged, even if he couldn't cultivate and his subordinates were merciful, but it was enough to prove the value of this object, at least hard enough.

The gourd was pinched in his hand, and Zhang Muyang tried to refine it with aura, but the aura was like a stream flowing into the sea in the gourd, and it couldn't set off any waves

Interesting, Zhang Muyang raised his eyebrows, and thought about the palm-sized gourd, the more difficult it is to refine and the more eccentric it is, it means that the higher his value.

You must know that with his means, the immortal weapons can be refined and collected, although the immortal weapons are somewhat damaged, but the level of the immortal weapons is still there, and now there is no way to help a gourd.

Zhang Muyang held it in his hand and played for a while, and vaguely noticed a hint of clues, this gourd can actually absorb the surrounding aura, its effect is comparable to a small spirit gathering array, at first Zhang Muyang felt that the concentration of aura around him increased, and thought that it was because of the formation in the monk's cave and the 'Xiangyun Temple' before.

This gourd is really a coincidence, he was worried about the lack of aura when he was practicing, and wanted to break through with the help of pills, but he didn't expect to come to Xiangyun Temple for a trip, and he actually got such a treasure, and Zhang Muyang can be sure that this absorption and gathering of aura is only the most basic effect of this gourd, and there must be greater utility waiting for him to discover.

After staying in the monk's residence for a while, Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing went down the mountain, there was no need to stay any longer, as for the monk's cave, when Zhang Muyang's cultivation was enough, he would naturally come back to find out.

After descending the mountain, Ling Bing asked, "Muyang, are we going back now?"

Zhang Muyang understood Ling Bing's thoughts, and gently pinched the tip of Ling Bing's nose and said: "Since you are here, let's have a good time, isn't there a Southern Shaolin in Tianpu? Let's go shopping, Buddhism is flourishing here, and see if there are any eminent monks." ”

Tianpu South Shaolin, although not as famous as Songshan Shaolin Temple, but definitely not a weak chicken, there are many celebrities in history, it is said that in the Qi family army of the Ming Dynasty, there were monks of South Shaolin. Later, there were the five ancestors of Shaolin, and the heaven and earth will Hongmen do history.

Ling Bing smiled and nodded, stretched out her hand to take Zhang Muyang's arm, it didn't matter to her where she went, as long as she could be with Zhang Muyang, her favorite thing was to travel around and set foot in the famous mountains and rivers, otherwise Zhang Muyang would not have met Ling Bing when he went to Lubu Blessed Land.

Because South Shaolin is not far from Xiangyun Temple, it is about three or four hours away by car, so the two of them walked directly on foot, as if they had experienced nature on a hike before.

Along the way, I saw a lot of monks, and Buddhism was flourishing here, but I didn't see a few Buddhist monks, and I didn't see any eminent monks.

Around dusk, Ling Bing and Zhang Muyang finally rushed to the South Shaolin Temple, and looked up, the four big characters of the South Shaolin Temple were engraved on the big plaque at the mountain gate, although the font was strong and powerful, but there was no charm.

At the door of the temple, there are actually two Zhike monks, low eyebrows, one hand together, solemn expression, Zhang Muyang squinted his eyes, although the South Shaolin is not as famous as the North Shaolin, but on Buddhism, it seems that the South Shaolin is better, even the Zhike monk at the door, has a bit of the bearing of a Buddhist master.

Although it is almost dusk, but now in this society, and Zhang Muyang's means, it is not difficult to enter a temple, Ling Bing said with a smile: "We are also here in Shaolin Temple, I don't know if we will meet the Tianlong sweeping monk." ”

As soon as Ling Bing's words fell, Zhang Muyang's eyes froze, in the courtyard of the temple, under an old tree not far from him, there was an old monk holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the fallen leaves under the tree in the courtyard.

At this time, the sunset is obliquely shining, and the afterglow just hits the monk's body, it is like the Buddha's light rising, which is instantly fascinating, if ordinary people see this scene, they must be shocked.

Zhang Muyang was just about to step forward to answer, when he saw the old monk raise his head, grinned at Zhang Muyang and said, "The donor is Zhang Muyang." ”