According to Dongfang Mo's speed, half a day later, he came to the meditation nunnery.

Once here, he stepped into it.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

At this moment, he faintly heard the sound of tapping wooden fish.

Dongfang Mo did not pause, and walked towards the apse with ease.

After a while, when he came to the apse, he saw a white figure wearing a nun's hat, facing away from him, facing a Buddha statue, beating a wooden fish.

Dongfang Mo recognized at a glance that this woman was He Yu.

He stepped into the apse, and did not disturb the woman who was concentrating on reciting the scriptures, but continued to walk deeper into the apse.

After a short time, he came to a bamboo forest and walked straight to the bamboo house.

He'd been here countless times over the years, so he couldn't be more familiar.

But before he could get close to the bamboo house, his brows furrowed deeply.

He and Mu Xin had cultivated a dual cultivation technique, so even if they were separated by a certain distance, they could sense each other's existence.

In the past, after walking here, he had already felt the breath of pastoral heart, but at this moment he had no sense in his heart.

Dongfang Mo's figure was in shape, and he came to the bamboo house in an instant, and pushed the door open.

But when the door opened, he saw that it was empty.

On the desk, there are also pen, ink, paper, inkstones and other things, which have been used by Mu Xin over the years.

At this point, Dongfang Mo's face became gloomy. Then he turned the other way, and after a short time returned to the apse, and stood in front of He Yu, who was still beating the wooden fish.

Dongfang Mo stood beside this woman without saying a word, and did not make a sound to disturb.

In this way, after a full quarter of an hour had passed, the sound of the scriptures in He Yu's mouth gradually weakened, and finally the action of beating the wooden fish also stopped.

I saw the woman slowly look up at him.

"Senior Sister He, what about Mu Xin!" Dongfang Mo looked at the woman and asked.

"I don't know!"

He Yu shook his head.

"Then come back to her in the future." As he spoke, Dongfang Mo turned around.

"No need." At this time, He Yu looked at his back and said.

"Huh?" Dongfang Mo turned his head to look into the woman's eyes.

"Now that my sister is a person hand-picked by the Buddha, I am afraid that no one will be able to see her easily except for my master."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo did not speak, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate.

At this time, I saw He Yu's palm flipped, and a three-foot-long wooden box appeared in her hand, and then she presented it in front of Dongfang Mo.

"What is this?" Dongfang Mo was puzzled.

"She gave it to you." He Yu Road.

"She gave it to me?" Dongfang Mo became more and more puzzled.

So I listened to He Yu and said: "Before the ceremony, my sister gave me this thing, and I was worried that if she was really handpicked by the Buddha, let me transfer this thing to you." ”

Dongfang Mo finally stopped hesitating, grabbed this thing, and then opened the wooden box in front of He Yu.

The next moment, he saw that among them was a silver-white, soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

The moment he saw this thing, Dongfang Mo recognized it at a glance as Mu Xin's personal soft sword. The woman had stabbed him with this sword. This soft sword has the property of bleeding profusely when stabbed.

It can be said that the reason why they got together also has a lot to do with this soft sword.

At this time, Dongfang Mo took a deep breath, he picked up the soft sword, and looked at it in front of him. For some reason, looking at the thing in front of him, he always felt a little empty in his heart.

"Dongfang Mo, don't you remember you back then, and promised to promise me one thing." This is only listening to He Yu's sudden opening.

"Remember!"

When Dongfang Mo spoke, he was still looking at the soft sword that belonged to Mu Xin in his hand.

"Now I can tell you what you want to promise me."

"Senior sister, let's hear it." Oriental ink road.

"Promise me, don't go to her."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo looked at this woman for a moment, and then he put the soft sword in his hand back into the wooden box, and closed the wooden box with a click.

Then he turned around and left the place.

He Yu kept watching his gradually distant back until Dongfang Mo completely disappeared from her gaze.

After stepping out of the meditation nunnery, Dongfang Mo rose into the sky and swept in the direction of the Burning Lamp Field.

At first, he was on the lantern field and saw in his mind the detailed route to the dilapidated temple. So when he returned to the position of the Burning Lamp Field, he just looked around, found the right direction, and then broke through the air.

After a short time, Dongfang Mo came to the sky above a stretch of mountains. This was the image that had come to his mind at the beginning.

When he arrived, he took out the boxy blanket and covered himself, and his form disappeared from the spot.

At the beginning, he was a wisp of thought, so he galloped extremely fast. Now he relies on the art of retreat, and he is worried that he will attract the attention of others along the way, so his speed is naturally more than a step slower.

At the beginning, it seemed that he had only arrived in front of the temple in a moment, but now he had been on the retreat for a long time if he relied on the art of retreat.

It wasn't until one day a month later that his figure finally came to the sky above the low mountain he had seen in his mind that day.

When he arrived, he looked down and saw the temple on the low hill.

For just this moment, Dongfang Mo's face showed a look of great joy.

At this time, he was still hidden, and only after carefully looking around did he turn around.

"Whew!"

I saw that his body moved, and he fell towards the temple below, and stood in front of the temple door in the blink of an eye.

The temple in front of him was exactly the same as what he saw that day.

Dongfang Mo's divine sense suddenly probed from the center of his eyebrows, and in an instant, the entire dilapidated temple was enveloped in it.

He still didn't notice any movement in the scope of his divine sense, so he stepped into it.

Upon entering the temple, he saw dilapidated Buddha statues, dusty desks, and cobweb-covered walls, all of which were the same as what he had seen that day.

And the moment he stepped into the temple, his heart beat violently. In the dark, that kind of calling was born in his heart again.

In the midst of the groaning, Dongfang Mo walked towards the apse with a solemn expression.

When he came to the dark apse, he subconsciously looked up, and then he saw the stone statue.

The stone statue is pitch black and carved with a wizened monk. It is also covered with a thick layer of dust, and no one has cleaned it for many years.

Dongfang Mo's gaze moved downward, and then his pupils shrank suddenly. In the palm of the monk's flat hand, there was indeed a black wooden box, which was not the pot of ten thousand laws.

In just this moment, Dongfang Mo's eyes burst with light, and his heart was pounding unconsciously.

At this time, he reached out and grabbed it, and with a "hula" sound, he took off the blanket that was hidden on his body.

"Whew!"

He took a deep breath, then stepped forward and stood still in front of the statue. He had already scanned it carefully, and there was no prohibition on fluctuations here. So he slowly stretched out his hand to the pot of ten thousand laws in the palm of the stone statue.

"Smack!"

However, just as Dongfang Mo's fingers were about to touch this object, he heard a crisp sound. Then he went violent.

I saw that the dusty stone statue raised his other hand at this time and grabbed his wrist.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

In the next breath, I heard a Buddha horn, which resounded throughout the dilapidated and gloomy hall.