Putuo Mountain Puji Temple.

The majestic mountain gate is bustling with people, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of pious pilgrims who come to pay their vows and tourists with camera backpacks.

Xiao Yu slowly walked in with the flow of people, looking at such a lively scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised, cultivators have always liked to be quiet, and even the small family sect of 'Qingxu Gate' knows that the mountain gate is hidden on the Qingxu Mountain, which is out of reach of mortals, and Jinguang Temple, a super faction in the cultivation world, actually set the mountain gate in a tourist attraction, and let so many mortals enter and exit freely every day, which is really a bit shocking.

If he hadn't asked Liang Mucheng in advance about the location of the mountain gate of Jinguang Temple, even he couldn't believe that the mountain gate he was standing on was already a super big mountain gate.

As the saying goes, the small is hidden in the wilderness, and the big is hidden in the city, this Jinguang Temple, as a super sect in the cultivation realm, is indeed comparable to an ordinary sect.

With the flow of people all the way inward, unconsciously, it has come to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Xiao Yu learned the appearance of those pilgrims, kowtowed to Guanyin Niangniang three times, and drew a lot from the lottery holder, and then came out of the main hall.

Outside the Daxiong Treasure Palace, I found the signature according to the signature number, and when I opened it, it was a Zhongping signature.

But see the signed document wrote, "Handan is a dream boundless, and several years of glory is sleeping; changed his brocade clothes and returned to his hometown, and he still remembered it in his heart when he woke up. ”

"A dream in Handan?" Xiao Yu couldn't help frowning, when he kowtowed to Guanyin Niangniang, he begged to be able to find the third treasure map in Jinguang Temple smoothly, and judging from this sign, it was obviously unlucky.

I took this sign and read it repeatedly for a long time, and then I laughed dumbly, there is almost no difference between asking for a sign in this temple and looking for a blind man at the door of the vegetable market to tell fortunes, they are all deceptive things, when did I actually believe this?

I was about to crumple the signature in my hand and throw it into the trash, but I heard a man's voice coming from the left rear, "The donor who got the signature, please come here, there is a senior brother who specializes in unsigning for everyone." ”

Xiao Yu turned his head to look, but saw a lean young monk standing not far away, one hand on his chest, and the other hand pointed to the side hall.

Xiao Yu looked at the signature in his hand, and said secretly in his heart, if he comes, he will be safe, although he knows that this Puji Temple is actually Jinguang Temple, but except for the fat monk who sold him the 'Phantom Spirit Snake Sword', he has no one to know.

Since there are monks here who specialize in unsigning for pilgrims, then I just go and ask them to solve it for themselves, and by the way, inquire about the whereabouts of the fat monk.

The fat monk is a disciple of the head of Jinguang Temple, the 'three-eyed monk' Pudu Zen Master, who manages the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the temple, and naturally will not be an unknown person, looking for the fragment of the treasure map here, and he can't say that it will fall on him.

Coming to the side hall, Xiao Yu glanced around, but saw that in the main hall, there were long cases, each of which was separated by a cloth curtain, and behind the long case sat a bald monk wearing an earthy yellow monk's robe, who was foaming at the mouth to unsign the good men and women.

"Donor, please come with me!" Xiao Yugang wanted to scan it with his divine sense to see if there were any cultivators among these monks, and suddenly felt that someone was pulling his sleeve.

When I turned my head, it was a bald little novice with clear eyebrows.

Xiao Yu sighed in his heart, this little novice looks like he is only eleven or twelve years old, and it is the best time to study and study, but he escaped into the empty door, became a monk, and was arranged to do the work of guiding the way here, which is really a pity.

Nodding at the little novice, he followed him to an empty long case, sat down on the chair, and as soon as his butt was next to the chair, he listened to the monk behind the long case, "I don't know what the donor is asking for?" ”

Xiao Yu's heart moved, he felt that this voice was a little familiar, and when he looked up, he almost screamed, but he saw a fat monk sitting behind the long case, this monk was white and fat, he looked like Maitreya Buddha, and his face was smiling, which made people feel close.

Isn't it the fat monk who sold him the 'Phantom Spirit Snake Sword'?

This is really stepping on the iron shoes and finding nowhere to go, it takes no effort to get it, I was trying to ask the monk who unsigned about the whereabouts of the fat monk, but I didn't think that the monk who unsigned for myself was the fat monk.

It's just that when he bought the 'Phantom Spirit Snake Sword', he used the 'Transfiguration Charm', but at this time, it was his original appearance, but this fat monk would not recognize himself.

"Master, I'm looking for things." Xiao Yu said and handed over the signature in his hand.

The fat monk took the sign and looked at it, and sighed lightly, "The donor is unlucky today, and he actually drew the 'Handan Fantasy Dream' lot, as the so-called, fame and fortune, virtual like flowers, although this sign is unhindered but also has no merit, since the donor is looking for things, from the point of view of this sign, it is impossible to make the donor get what he wants." ”

Seeing him sitting there solemnly unraveling the sign, Xiao Yu was secretly amused in his heart, but his face showed anxiety, "Master, that thing is very important to me, is there really no other way?" ”

The fat monk nodded, but shook his head again, a fat face suddenly stepped forward, and whispered mysteriously, "Although your sign is a dream in Handan, but it is not incomprehensible, Guanyin Dashi has the magic power to the sky, only she can help you change your fortune, the poor monk teaches you a method, you go outside to sell a 9999 yuan incense, and when you make incense, you silently recite the things you are looking for ninety-nine eighty-one times, maybe you can change your luck." Remember, remember. ”

Xiao Yu opened his mouth wide, and looked at the fat monk in front of him dumbfounded, almost unable to believe what he had just heard, this fat monk is also a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, as a disciple of Pudu Zen Master, the head of Jinguang Temple, the 'Three-eyed Monk', how respectful is his identity, he should have long stopped looking at things outside his body such as money, how could he be here and those Jianghu warlocks to do that kind of abduction?

A piece of incense costs 9,999 yuan, which is too outrageous, right?

Presumably, this fat monk saw that he was wearing a famous brand and was young, thinking that he was the rich boy's brother, so he wanted to slaughter himself.

Thinking of this, he was no longer interested in joking with him, Xiao Yu thought about it, took out a jade plaque from his pocket, put it on the long case, and said softly, "Master, you take a look at this first." ”

"Huh?" The fat monk glanced at the jade plate on the long case, frowned slightly, reached out and picked up the jade card, took a closer look, and couldn't help revealing a trace of different color in his eyes, and when he looked at Xiao Yu again, his chubby face was already a little solemn, "You are the inner disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion?" ”

This jade plate was left to Xiao Yu by Heyunzi at the beginning, representing the identity of the inner disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Xiao Yu nodded lightly, "Junior brother Zhang Xiaoyu, is the closed disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion's head Lingxu Zhenren, he once had a relationship with his senior brother, this time he happened to pass by here, so he wanted to come to visit his senior brother by the way, I don't know if the senior brother still remembers the younger brother?" ”

"Oh? Have you ever seen me? The fat monk frowned, looked at Xiao Yu carefully, and shook his head slowly, "Senior Brother Zhang, although the poor monk doesn't dare to say that he will never forget, he also has a very good memory, why can't he remember where he had a relationship with his junior brother?" ”

Xiao Yu smiled, "At last year's Xiuzhen Fair, the senior brother once sold the younger brother a small black sword, and the senior brother also gave the younger brother a dictionary of the ancient world, oh, the younger brother was easy to look at at that time, no wonder the senior brother didn't know the appearance of the younger brother." ”

"Oops! It turned out that the person who bought the little sword was a junior brother! The fat monk patted his bare head, his chubby face was suddenly full of smiles, and he said a little embarrassedly, "If my junior brother had clearly told me that he was a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion at that time, I would at least give my junior brother a seven-fold discount, which is really ashamed, ashamed." ”

Xiao Yu waved his hand and said, "The price offered by the senior brother is already very fair, the material of the 'Phantom Spirit Snake Sword' is very good, it is very suitable for my physique, if you give a seven-fold discount, you will lose too much, in fact, the junior brother was not a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion at that time, and he was only included in the door wall by the master after the Xiuzhen Trade Fair." ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, he had already shown his identity as a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion to outsiders more than once, but until now, he had never even seen the face of the Lingxu real person, he was really depressed enough, and he didn't know when the Lingxu real person would come out of the customs and hold the apprenticeship ceremony.

Xiao Yu continued, "By the way, senior brother, didn't you tell me that you are responsible for taking care of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on weekdays? Why did you run to the front and unsign for someone? ”

The fat monk's face was slightly red, and he said to Xiao Yu, "Senior brother, this is a long story, the poor monk's legal name is 'Huiming', come, let's find a quiet place to have a good chat." ”

After that, he stood up, took Xiao Yu's arm, and walked outside the hall.