Master Zhi Du lived in a thatched hut outside Xiyan Town, presumably the horse bandits who had plundered the town should not have the slightest interest in a penniless old monk, but they didn't know how this master of Qing cultivation came here, you must know that the caravan is now located more than a hundred miles away from Xiyan Town. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the donor has not seen him for a long time. ”

As soon as he saw Li Xiaobai, Zhi Du also recognized him, holding a carp on the shore of Jumo Lake and releasing it, which can be regarded as a good deed, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!

"It's been a long time since I've seen the master!"

Li Xiaobai jumped down from the pile of goods in the cart and returned the salute.

He didn't believe in Buddhism, so he wasn't as devout as others.

However, with the other party's way of purifying cultivation, he is indeed worthy of such an honorific title as a master, and the world says that he has cultivated a wild fox Zen, which is probably a false rumor.

"You know?" this time it was the turn of the spring steward to be surprised.

A son-in-law who arranges and slanders the Buddhist family, and a monk who cultivates asceticism, the two know each other, so they are not enemies!

The spring steward who thought of it began to feel uneasy again.

Li Xiaobai explained with a smile: "I am from Xiyan Town, and Master Zhi Du lives outside the town, and the two of us can be regarded as having a relationship. ”

Whether it's really just one side of the relationship, who knows?

"Xiaolang has a relationship with my Buddha, Amitabha!"

Master Zhi Du, with a clear and thin face, smiled in response.

"Hehe, it's really fate!"

Only then did the spring steward completely let go of his heart.

At this time, a guy who didn't have long eyes suddenly asked from afar: "Master, have you heard of a monk named Fahai?"

This product is definitely listening to Li Xiaobai's "The Legend of the White Snake", and I am so mad that I still can't forget the White Lady and Fahai, and I want to verify it from Master Zhidu.

It's not just this rammer, but many people in the caravan who are ready to move all have their eyes lit up, and they seem to have the same thoughts.

"Hmm! What nonsense?!"

The spring steward remained sober, very clear about the difference between colloquial changes and reality, which is like those fools, what people say is what they say, maybe one day they say that monsters are changed by people, most of them will believe it.

There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself.

It's a pity that most of the caravan is full of such muddy metrics.

"Fahai?"

Master Zhi Du was also taken by surprise by this sudden attack, first flustered, then shook his head and said, "The poor monk has never heard of the name Fahai. ”

Li Xiaobai laughed, if this master knew Fahai, it would be called a ghost.

The spring steward said as a matter of course: "That's it! Vulgar is vulgar, how can it be true." ”

He is not one of those mediocre people, so he can be the steward of this caravan.

Master Zhidu, who was completely confused, looked at Li Xiaobai suspiciously, the latter smiled awkwardly, but did not explain anything, and the great monk was still at a loss.

The long-sleeved and sociable spring stewards always remembered the fine traditions of their own business, and soon persuaded Master Chi Tuk to accompany them.

A cart with less cargo was cleaned up a little, and the three of them, including the Spring Steward, Li Xiaobai and Master Zhidu, rode up together, and even put a small table in the slightly spare space, a small red clay stove boiled tea that kept coming out like a fish's eye, and the fragrance of tea in the air made the boring journey a little more elegant.

There are four shoddy black pottery cups on the small table, but under the backdrop of the red and clear tea soup, there is an unexpected sense of returning to the basics.

Three people, three teacups, and as for the fourth teacup, needless to say, it belongs to the green snake that died outside and refused to return to the money bag.

This demon girl from the Kunlun Demon Domain, yearning for the human world, had to follow the vassal elegance, it was contented in Li Xiaobai's arms, swallowing bright red snake letters, and from time to time she put her head into the tea cup, pretending to lick the taste.

He's meowing, the monsters of this year are really good at playing, and Li Xiaobai has a sense of being broken.

Master Zhi Du slowly pulled the Buddha beads in his hand, his lips opened and closed silently, silently chanting the scriptures and practicing himself at all times, turning a blind eye to the green snake demon in front of him, not happy or sad, not surprised, not at all afraid and surprised like others, which made the caravan steward Chunbo respect this Taoist man more and more.

By sunset, the caravan had almost reached a small town and found an inn.

The captain of the Gengzi caravan traveled back and forth between the Dawu Dynasty and the Fengxuan Kingdom for many years, and there were many familiar footholds along the way, with the fame and strength of righteousness, kindness and auspiciousness, he was basically the biggest benefactor of these inn restaurants and tea shops, and every time he arrived, he had to meet the most enthusiastic greetings.

The coachmen set up the livestock, the men unloaded the most valuable goods and put them in a special room for safekeeping, the guards arranged their own work with the guards at night, and the spring steward, who was in charge of dealing with the inn, arranged everyone's food and lodging and preparations for tomorrow's departure in a few words.

The inn's cleanliness, safety, food, price and service have become the norm and do not cost much.

After a moment of commotion, the inn quickly returned to order.

Li Xiaobai and Master Zhidu, who were traveling with the caravan, also enjoyed these conveniences.

After dinner, Li Xiaobai went back to the room to wash, and the green snake got out of the cloud snake pattern Shu brocade money bag hanging at the head of the bed, and quickly jumped to the square table in the guest room.

Due to their limited creativity, the demon race is not as good at making various magic weapons as the human race, they are more accustomed to relying on their own body, and when they cultivate to reach the transformation realm, they can use a part of their body, such as fur minions, to refine their own magic weapons.

The snake girl Qingyao specially refined a piece of snake scales under her neck into a storage weapon, which she could carry with her all her belongings.

It can be seen from this that I am afraid that she has been planning to sneak into the human kingdom secretly and play the world arbitrarily, but Xiaobai unfortunately fell into the net, which not only became a long-term meal ticket, but also became her talisman.

Although there was only one Jiao scale obtained from the Sealed Wolf Dao Emperor's Treasury, there was still the ontological aura of that Jiao and a trace of mixed and thin dragon qi, due to the difference in racial rank, Qing Yao wanted to extract that trace of dragon qi that was almost nothing, but it was not easy.

She was full of demonic energy, sometimes high, sometimes dormant, like a grinding plate, constantly consuming the breath of the big Jiao on the scales, wanting to do the things that Nestle dove occupied.

If you want to refine this scale without destroying its integrity, you can only rely on this water grinding kung fu to nibble away bit by bit.

During the day, she digested the blood droplets rich in emperor slurry obtained from Li Xiaobai, and at night she went all out to refine the scales, and in front of Li Xiaobai, she was coquettish or sprinkled, and the diligence of the demon girl was almost not inferior to anyone or demon.

Either become a big demon, or be eaten by a demon clan stronger than herself, the cruel rules of natural selection made her understand the hardships of survival early on, and sometimes the jokes with Xiaobai's classmates are not necessarily just jokes.

When Qing Yao'an quietly refined the scales, Li Xiaobai also sat down at the square table, picked up a book and read it carefully.

“...... Saman Potoro, Ismali, Shiyan Purik, Jeta Maha, Yeselusk, Chaido Suman......"

Although he has never been able to understand the Sanskrit transliteration of the "Maha Balan" in his hand, he has not given up easily, and this dedication may be somewhat similar to that of his eldest brother Li Mo.

Although the meaning of the obscure scriptures is not understood, reading and reading, like ordinary Buddhist scriptures, can also make people gradually calm down, and find a quiet place in the disturbed worldly red dust.

Li Xiaobai's voice echoed throughout the room, but after a while, another old voice also came in from the next room.

“...... Om, Apo Lulu. Lugardi. Garati. Sigh. Mahabodhisattva, Sabha. Motor, Motor, Motor, Carriage, ......"

Master Zhi Du lives next door to Li Xiaobai, and chanting sutras in the morning and evening is a practice habit that cannot be shaken.

A young voice, an old voice, although the two recited different scriptures, they did not interfere with each other, but the two voices of each other blended together perfectly, faintly echoing each other, and gradually formed a kind of strange rhythmic resonance.

Li Xiaobai did not notice this, he was already deeply immersed in the scriptures of the "Maha Paran" in his hand, and read the transliteration on his own.

The voices of the two were obviously not loud, and after entangled with each other, they seemed to have a strange penetrating power, which not only easily entered the rooms of Li Xiaobai and Master Zhi Du, but also into more and more guest rooms around them.

Every nook and cranny of this inn began to echo with the sound of intertwined chanting.

Whether it is the shopkeeper and the buddies in the store, or the guests staying in the house, they all widen their eyes, or look at each other, or look around blankly, looking for the direction from which the sound came, but the chanting sound is erratic, as if it is ringing in their ears, and it is elusive to come from.

Gradually, the sound of chanting spread farther and farther, and the whole town fell into silence, everyone listened in awe, and some fell to their knees, clasped their hands together, and chanted silently.

A piece of golden light of words flew out of the "Maha Balan Sutra" book, and continued to throw at Li Xiaobai's eyebrows, he suddenly lost his mind and recited the mechanical chanting, but did not continue to turn the page in his hand, but read it without hindrance, as if all the transliterated verses of the "Maha Balan Sutra" were deeply imprinted into his heart, and he could recite it without difficulty.

On the petals of the lotus bud in Li Xiaobai's heart, whether it has bloomed or has not yet bloomed, you can see that the transliterated scripture of the "Maha Balan Sutra" is constantly flowing, and finally imprinted on the petals of "Xihe".

Many characters are flickering and flickering, making the original aura of the petals a little more vibrant.

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