It wasn't until a long time later that Dongfang Mo's beating heart slowly subsided.

Looking at Dongfang Mo's frowning brows, the look of doubt on Mu Xin's face was even worse at this time.

Just as she was about to ask again, Dongfang finally came back to her senses, and then shook her head, "I don't know, but I've been feeling uneasy all this time. ”

"Restless?" Mu Xin was surprised.

You must know that this is the case for monks, but it is relatively rare.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal." Dongfang Mo smiled slightly.

So Mu Xin didn't think much about it, but changed his words, "You can't stay here for too long. ”

"Why?" Dongfang Mo asked.

"The meditation nunnery has always not left men to stay overnight, but now this girl has already broken the precepts."

"Isn't it just you and your senior sister here, and the little nun named Huiru?" Dongfang Mo smiled.

His shadow has remained with this woman all these years, so he knows quite a bit about the meditation nunnery at the moment.

Although there are nine hundred and ninety-nine disciples in the South China Sea Shenni, and this time the Great Ceremony of Buddhism, these disciples all came to the Junkong Star Domain. But these disciples were scattered and in different places.

Mu Xin and He Yu, as well as the little nun named Huiru, practiced in this meditation nunnery.

"That's not good." Mu Xin shook his head, "This is the Great West Heaven, and you and I are already disrespectful to the Buddha." ”

"Then you and I are happy, if your master knows, what will happen." Dongfang Mo asked with a straight expression. He didn't want to provoke another Half-Ancestor Realm monk, and he was also a Half-Ancestor Realm monk who was even more terrifying than the old storyteller, and the South China Sea Shenni had the Great Perfection of the Half-Ancestor Realm.

"Before the Great Ceremony of Buddhism, I entered the world to practice, and everything was up to me." Mu Xin said.

Dongfang Mo's eyes flashed, "In this case, then the poor road can come here often." ”

The corners of Mu Xin's mouth hooked, "You can come if you want, but you must leave before the next night." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Oriental ink jaw head.

There are still 40 years before the opening of the Buddhist ceremony, which is not a short time.

Next, Mu Xin personally dressed him in a robe. He stood in front of him and tidied up his clothes.

"Then the poor road will come again at another day." Just listen to the Oriental Modao.

After the words fell, he looked down intently at the woman's naked chest, and licked his lips.

"Humph!"

I only heard Mu Xin's cold snort, and then the female jade flicked her hand, and a set of black long skirts fell on her body, wrapping her delicate body tightly.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo shook his head unsatisfied.

"This girl won't send you, I'm waiting for you at any time." Just listen to the pastoral word. With that, she turned and stepped out of the boudoir, sat down in front of the desk again, picked up a grinding stone, and began to sharpen the ink. Looks like she's going to paint again.

Dongfang Mo smiled evilly, and then pushed open the door of the bamboo house, and walked away.

If it goes well, when the trip is over, he will be ready to take this woman away.

There is no one in the Dongfang family's vein except for the ancestor Dongfang Yu and him. So far, Dongfang Mo doesn't mind having his own offspring. Anyway, now that he has a Dao Breaking Realm cultivation, he can barely be regarded as a strong person.

It's just that I don't know what the ancestor will think, because the descendants of Dongfang Yu are dead, so if you want to postpone this kind of thing, maybe you have to ask for the opinion of this moody ancestor.

And it doesn't seem easy to take away this girl. Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo is quite big, and everything can only be counted as one step at a time.

After walking all the way, he thought that he would see He Yu in the apse. But when he looked around, he only saw the little nun named Huiru in his consciousness, who was now in a side hall, intently reciting a Buddhist scripture, and as the scripture fell, he would knock on the wooden fish in front of him from time to time.

He Yu was not found, so he walked straight out of the place.

When he stepped out of the main hall, Dongfang Mo saw the two little novices who were respectfully waiting here at a glance.

Interestingly, the empty one and the two are now listlessly hanging their heads, looking drowsy.

Although both of them had the cultivation of the foundation building period, they had to wait for several days in a row, and with their childlike nature, they naturally lost patience.

"Ahem......"

I only heard Dongfang Mo cough lightly.

Hearing the sound, the two of them woke up with a stirring spirit.

"Donor, you're out." Just listen to the empty two ways.

And Kong Yi wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth at this time, and then stood respectfully.

"Let's go, go back."

After speaking, Dongfang Mo took the lead, walked out of the meditation nunnery, and then flicked his sleeves, rolled up the empty two and two people, and broke through the air in the direction he came.

Not long after, Dongfang Mo's figure fell from the sky and landed in the small city of Sangu.

He had only taken a general look at the place that day, but now he had the leisure to take a good stroll. Look at how this big western Tianfang market is different from other places.

"Empty one, empty two." At this time, I only listened to Dongfang Modao.

"Donor, the little monk is here." The two replied in unison.

"You two should be very familiar with this place, but you should introduce it to Poor Dao."

"Yes, donor!" The two said again.

After the words fell, Kong Yi continued to speak, "Donor, please see, this Yuan Bao Building was opened by my senior brother of Buddhism and Foreign Affairs, and it sells magic weapons and magic weapons of various grades. ”

As he spoke, he also pointed to a shop called Yuanbaolou on the side of the street.

"Donor, this Seven Incense Hall contains all kinds of elixirs in my Buddhism." Not to be outdone, Kong Er spoke out as soon as Kong Yi's voice fell.

Next, two people on the left and one on the right will introduce the shops on the left and the right.

Interestingly, although these two people are not highly cultivated, they seem to be very familiar with the small city of Mitani.

"Do you want to do business in Buddhism?" At this time, I only listened to Dongfang Mo's strange words.

"My Buddhism naturally wants to do business, and the spirit stone is hard currency." Empty one.

"I see." Dongfang Mo nodded.

As he walked all the way, he asked them about many things about Buddhism. For example, whether you have seen the Buddha or not, and whether you know the three Dharma kings under the Buddha's throne.

It's just that these two people are still shallow in cultivation, so naturally they haven't seen the Buddha. But the three Dharma Kings have heard of it, and they are even more outspoken, and they are afraid of the Dharma King who is in charge of the criminal law of Buddhism.

It's just that apart from the Pure Lotus and Dharma Dharma, there is the last Dharma King, and even they don't know who it is.

It is rumored that there are three Dharma kings under the Buddha's throne, but the last one is the most mysterious, and even the name of the person is not clear.

After asking a lot of things about Daxitian and Buddhism, Dongfang Mo was curious about the identities of these two people.

Later, he learned from the two of them that Buddhism is a huge force, and there are many disciples and disciples, so there are naturally people of various ethnic groups.

Their master, Master Uku, is a Terran monk, and the two of them have grown up with Master Ukuku since childhood.

Moreover, in addition to the two of them, Master Yukong also has more than a thousand disciples, more than the South China Sea Shenni.

Dongfang Mo originally thought that the disciples of the Yukong Master should all be Terran monks, but from the empty mouth, he learned that it turned out that among the thousands of disciples of the Yukong Master, there were people from all races, not all of whom were Terrans.

In addition to Master Yukong, other senior monks of Buddhism, all who have disciples, are the same as Master Yukong, and the disciples will not be accepted depending on which ethnic group. In the words of emptiness and emptiness, it is fate.

In this way, the three people who walked leisurely all the way walked through half of the small Sangu market in a short time.

Just as Dongfang Mo casually glanced at the shops on both sides and the endless flow of people, suddenly his gaze suddenly froze and fell on a figure sitting cross-legged in front of a stall on the side of the street.

The moment he saw this person, Dongfang Mo was stunned at first, and then he froze in place like an electric shock.