Wuxiang Temple is very famous on Qingtang Mountain, it is a tourist attraction in Z City, there are a lot of pilgrims who burn incense and worship Buddha every day, and the incense is also considered to be at its peak.

However, it was already late at night, and there were no human figures in sight on the dark mountain path, only the low chirping of insects and the chanting of monks coming from the temple.

In a grove not far from the temple, the foliage shook, and a somewhat old car poked its head out of the dense branches.

"Oh my God, how could someone like you let a car climb a tree!

However, his complaint was only exchanged for Mo Tian's heavy feet, "I'm here for your good, let you exercise, you look at your cultivation, you only know that you are nesting in the garage every day since you cultivate, and you don't know what island country blockbuster you are sneaking into." It's not me who educates you, young people should pay attention to their bodies. Mo Tian suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly corrected: "It's a young car that needs to pay attention to the body." ”

The car yelled, "I'm going to the dark side of the moon, I'm going to see my cute sister's hot pants." You promised me! I don't want to come to this broken mountain to see any temples. ”

Mo Tian covered his ears and kicked his feet hard, but he still didn't stop the whining of the broken car.

"Alright, shut up, it's time to work. Mo Tian scolded: "If I throw that girl out for a while, you will catch her and run as far as she can, don't blame me for not reminding you, after a while, she is disheveled, and the benefits you give you depend on whether you can grasp it." ”

The classic car suddenly stopped talking when it heard the word welfare, and a roar came from the horn: "Are you talking about the beautiful woman who likes to wear black and sexy?" But at that moment, it suddenly remembered one thing: "No, no, that woman is too violent, she will freeze me into ice cubes!"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't go into the tiger's den to get the tiger, don't dedicate yourself to seeing Xiaonei The car demon is not a good car demon, okay, it's such a happy decision, now you are here for me." After speaking, without waiting for the classic car to complain, Mo Tian's figure flashed, and he rushed towards the Wuxiang Temple not far away through the woods under the night.

Wuxiang Temple covers an area of not much, about 100 square meters, a large hall in the middle accounts for most of it, behind the main hall is the Zen room where the monks usually rest, the lights on the main hall are always bright, the lamp here is the ever-bright lamp of worshipping the Buddha, it will not be extinguished.

Mo Tian took a step, and walked in from the main gate of the Daxiong Treasure Hall generously, the letter only said that he came to meet in Wuxiang Temple, but he did not say how to meet where, Mo Tian is a master of art and bold, what tricks do you have to use, he naturally came to block the water and cover the earth.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of this Buddha horn is strong, faintly with the sound of Jin Ge but also has the meaning of gentle kindness, just hearing its voice, Mo Tian has already felt the extraordinaryness of this person who spit out the Buddha name.

What kind of person is Mo Tian? Just by the other party's voice, it can be judged that this monk is already considered to be an upper-class cultivator among the people of the Buddhist sect he has seen, and he has already condensed the level of the first relic.

Mo Tian smiled: "I don't know which master is here, please come out and see you." The kid's late-night visit was a bit abrupt. ”

"Don't be rude, who are you, the master of this temple loves the night meditation Buddha ceremony, and never sees outsiders. If this benefactor is sincere in your prayers to the Buddha, please come back tomorrow. ”

Mo Tian glanced at the monk who came out of the back hall, and saw that he was strong, but there was no trace of aura flashing on his body, not like a cultivator, and said coldly: "You monk can't be the master, I came to find someone, the master just now is a bit of a doorway, I'll talk to him." ”

After speaking, he walked towards the backyard, "How can this be reasonable, donor, don't blame me for being rude if you trespass again." ”

Mo Tian ignored him, just strode forward, although the monk was not a cultivator, but he was full of energy, and it seemed that he also had a bit of martial arts foundation, looking at Mo Tian's slender appearance, he didn't dare to use too much force, he reached out to grab it, but how could he catch Mo Tian. Mo Tian only took two steps to leave the monk behind him, and walked straight to the front of the Zen courtyard behind the treasure hall.

At this time, the kind voice just now came faintly: "There are magpies welcoming guests this morning." The poor monk pinched his fingers, and sure enough, a distinguished guest arrived. ”

I saw an old monk sitting cross-legged on a futon in the meditation room, and the wooden fish in his hand was rhythmically beating. Mo Tian was also shocked when he saw this old monk, blue jade flashed between his eyes, but he couldn't see the depth of this old man at a glance, but his eyes of desire saw another thing in the meditation room!

At this moment, Mo Tian only felt that the blood rushed to his head, the blue magatayu in his eyes spun again and again, and his tongue was dry for a while.

"The donor has worked hard from afar, Fang Yan made a pot of hot tea for the donor"

The middle-aged monk who had just stopped Mo Tian chased in, and although he was unwilling to hear the old monk's words, he still bowed his head slightly and said, "Obey, master." ”

Mo Tian waved his hand and said, "Don't be busy, great monk, I'm not a donor, and I don't have anything to give to you, I'm here to find someone." ”

The old monk smiled and said: "Everyone who comes is a guest, please come in and sit, we have a mountain and a wild temple here, I don't know which person can make the donor deign to come here." ”

Mo Tian glanced at the old monk: "What I'm looking for is a woman, or a woman who has been taken captive." ”

The monk named Fang Yan on the side shouted angrily: "Although our Wuxiang Temple is not a big temple, it is also a pure place for Buddhism, how can there be any women who have been taken away, it is simply ridiculous! Master, I think this person is here to make trouble sincerely." ”

"Fang Yan!" The old monk's voice carried a hint of sternness: "Don't be angry, this donor we really don't have any abducted women here, this is a pure place for Buddhism, there are no women, I think the donor is looking for the wrong place." ”

Mo Tian shook his head and sneered: "Great monk, monks don't speak. You said that there were no women in the temple, but I clearly smelled the fragrance of women in this meditation room. ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and shouted a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the donor must have smelled the wrong thing, this meditation room is used by the old man for Qing Xiu, and the donor you smell the smell of sandalwood." ”

Mo Tian had already walked to the door of the meditation room, rubbed his nose and said: "Great monk, I have a little problem with my nose, I won't forget the smell of a woman once I smell it, the smell in your meditation room must be a woman's, and it is the one I am looking for." ”

The old monk slowly opened his thin eyes, his cloudy eyes were not wavering, and his kind eyes slowly looked at the young man in front of him, and it took a long time to let out a long breath, and said: "This donor, you are not a mortal with aura around you, but there is a trace of obsession in the divine light! Donor, if you can let go of ......"

"Great monk, now I'm here to find someone, but I'm not listening to you. The blue magatama in Mo Tian's eyes suddenly turned, and his voice became a little cold.

The old monk sighed: "Donor, this meditation room is full of private belongings of poor monks, and it is not convenient for you to let the donor in." ”

Mo Tian's face sank: "Old monk, what are you talking about, the women inside are also your things?" Okay, you are a monk, I see that you are dignified, I didn't expect that you are a flower monk with a golden house!"

"Donor, you are clever and obsessed, but even if you say that you break the sky, you can't enter this meditation room today!" The old monk's withered eyes looked straight at Mo Tian, making the latter extremely unhappy, this gaze was like ...... Like mercy!

Mo Tian smiled evilly, and said in a cold voice: "Monk, you really won't let me!"

The old monk shook his head, folded his hands, and recited a long Buddha name in his mouth.

On the top of a big tree outside the Wuxiang Temple, the lynx stood on a slender branch and looked at the Wuxiang Temple, and guessed, "Will that Mo Tianzhen really do anything with Wuxiang?"

"Definitely, as long as he sees something like that, no one can stop him. A deep voice came from a long black robe.