When Mo Nian opened his eyes, he found that his whole body was wrapped in gauze, tightly wrapped, like a silkworm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His first reaction was that he was caught by a spider spirit!

It wasn't until he saw Mo Zhi's face that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is this?" Mo Nian asked.

Mo Zhi held a bowl of porridge and said, "A mountain village, we are now less than fifty miles away from that crack, you are seriously injured, and you will be raised here first." ”

Mo Nian was stunned, as if he couldn't remember what had happened for a while.

It wasn't until Mo Zhi fed him a sip of porridge that Mo Nian suddenly remembered, "Where's my lamp?!", and was about to look for it, but found that his hands and feet were entangled in gauze and his body.

"I can't lose it here. Mo Zhi's face was calm.

Mo Nian breathed a sigh of relief again.

"Am I dead?" he asked again.

Mo Zhi glanced at Mo Nian like an idiot, "If you want to die, I'll change a bowl of porridge for you." ”

Mo Nian smiled, "Don't, just this bowl, you are so handsome, drink the porridge you fed, I may be able to grow a little more handsome." ”

Mo Zhi was helpless, snorted, and then continued to feed Mo Nian porridge, and when he fed it, he didn't forget to blow it on his lips, which was very considerate.

Mo Nian, who saw it, blushed a little. "Why are you so nice to me......

As soon as Mo Nian said this, he suddenly became cold.

Mo Zhi didn't feel anything, he just felt that Mo Nian didn't want his life in order to save him, and he was a little grateful to see the truth in adversity, but when Mo Nian said this, his face turned red, and he was red from his ears to his neck, and in a fit of anger, he put the bowl heavily on the bed board, and didn't look at Mo Nian, and walked out with his hands in his hands.

Mo Nian shrunk his neck and wanted to scratch his head, but he couldn't move his hand, so he had to give up.

After a while, an old woman of seventy or eighty years old walked in, picked up porridge, and kindly fed Mo Nian.

"Female benefactor, what did he do?" Mo Nian asked.

The old woman's ears are a little deaf, "I'm not wet......"

“......”

Mo Nian asked several times before she heard clearly, and said vaguely: "He, he's going to collect medicine......"

Mo Nian took a deep breath, his heart warm.

Speaking of which, the relationship between the two has not been good, because Mo Zhi has been cultivated as the future chief disciple since he entered the temple, and Mo Zhi himself is also very competitive, and he has always been the leader of this generation in cultivating in the temple, but he didn't expect that after so many years of hard work, the chief disciple finally let Cheng Biting Jin, who was killed halfway, take it.

Mo Zhi has always been high and conceited, how can he swallow this breath? Therefore, he has always been lukewarm to Mo Nian, and his dissatisfaction is directly expressed on his face.

So Mo Nian didn't dare to get close to him casually.

Although both of them are the future elites of the Great Treasure Xiangguo Temple, Mo Zhi looks down on Mo Nian, and Mo Nian is because of the inferiority complex he has always had, after being looked down upon by Mo Zhi, he did not dare to take the initiative to provoke Mo Zhi, so in the past few years, the two of them have been very embarrassed by Mo Nian.

Such an unharmonious relationship was seen by the abbot elders, and they were anxious, and finally in order to maintain the relationship between the two, they specially sent two people to carry out together on this mission, hoping to make the two raise their eyebrows and respect each other.

Judging from the current situation, it is clear that it has worked.

......

The white clouds are holy and the sun is shining.

Mo Zhi stood at the top of the mountain, his torn monk's robe curling in the warm wind.

His charming face was exceptionally handsome in the sun, and his black jewel-like eyes shone with a deep light, sacred and solemn.

At this time, he looked into the distance, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses, and then took out one of the nine holy weapons of the Buddha Gate that Mo Nian took out at the risk of death-the Buddha Bone Lotus Lamp.

This world-moving holy artifact looks very ordinary in the sun, with a golden base and blue human bones, and it does not have much artistic shape, nor does it have the slightest halo or powerful aura that comes with a super magic weapon.

It's like a fake.

However, Mo Zhi believed that this was true, he believed that Mo Nian would not lie, although Mo Nian was not in harmony with his temperament, he was also a sincere person.

He looked at the holy weapon that made countless people pay for their lives and made countless sects fight for him, and suddenly felt heavy, after it was mottled, how many lives, how many years of vicissitudes of history, this little thing, how many bloody storms, joys and sorrows behind it.

Every ancient artifact is the story of blood and tears of many people.

This time, it reappeared in the world, and in less than three days, more than 20 masters died for it, how much will it cause in the future?

Mo Zhi didn't dare to imagine.

"However, how to use this holy weapon?" Mo Zhi had some doubts, after all, he looked so ordinary.

He ran the Buddhist exercises, and the palm of his hand began to glow with wisps of Buddha light, and Mo Zhi tried to pour the Buddha light into this holy vessel.

But nothing happened.

This made Mo Zhi a little strange, how could the Buddhist Sect Holy Weapon not react to the Buddhist Sect exercises? Could it be that his own strength was too poor? He shook his head.

Although he is already considered an elite in the Great Treasure Xiangguo Temple, Mo Zhi is still very dissatisfied with his strength, especially this time, he deeply feels that there are mountains outside the mountains, there are people outside the people, and the strongest person in the pond is a small fish and shrimp when he enters the sea.

If you continue like this, when will you be able to achieve your goal?

Mo Zhi shook his head.

Then, he put aside the Buddha bone lotus lamp, untied the gauze wrapped around his hand, threw it aside, revealing the wound that was still bleeding, and changed his dressing.

He took out the herbs he had just picked from the basket on the side, picked out a few, chewed them in his mouth, applied them to the wound, and then wrapped them in new gauze.

Just when he finished changing the medicine and just picked up the lamp and was about to leave, he found that the lamp was stained with blood, apparently he had accidentally touched the bloody gauze he had just thrown down.

However, he didn't care, put away the lights and left.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" An old voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Mo Zhi was stunned, who?

When I looked around, I didn't find anyone.

"Don't look for it, the deity is in your heart. The old voice said.

Mo Zhi was secretly frightened, "What kind of demon are you?!Dare to bewitch the disciples of the Buddhist Sect!"

"Haha...... I'm a demon, joke, I'm a Buddha! When the demon ancestor sees me, he has to kowtow!"

Mo Zhi was a little surprised by what he said, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the spirit of this Buddha bone lotus lamp! Your essence and blood have entered the lamp, so you have awakened me. It doesn't matter what I am, it's important that I can teach you how to use this lamp. The old voice said.

Mo Zhi was suspicious, took out the lamp and saw that the bloodstains had disappeared.

"You are a disciple of Buddhism, don't worry, I came to Datang with this holy weapon to kill demons and eliminate demons, just to expand the influence of Buddhism, since you are a disciple of Buddhism, I will help you learn to use this lamp to spread the influence of my Buddhism." ”

Mo Zhi was a little moved by what he said, but he still remained sober, his concentration was higher than that of ordinary people, and he was still skeptical.

"You don't believe me?" the old voice asked.

"The Buddhist canon has a detailed description of the Buddha bone lotus lamp, but it does not mention that there is an instrument spirit inside. So, I can't fully trust your words. Mo Zhi said flatly.

"Hehe, you Buddhist disciple has high concentration, whether what I said is true or not, I will definitely be able to prove it in the future, since you don't believe it, I will go to sleep first, want to find me, and silently recite my name three times in my heart - Pudi Zhenzun!" The old voice disappeared after saying these few words.

Mo Zhi rubbed the Buddha bone lotus lamp in his hand, and the light in his pupils flickered.