Cheng Jun was stunned, and a shadow in a mirror flashed in his mind, and said, "It turns out that you are the master of Wanma Temple?"

The monk waved his hand and said, "Alas, it's a shame to say. I also went out from Wanma Temple back then, and this walk was a big few decades, and when I came back, I couldn't even find the temple gate. If you know, please take me to Wanma Temple. But you have to do it secretly, don't tell people that I'm lost, poor monk, please here. He bowed again and again.

Cheng Jun said with a smile: "The master doesn't have to be polite. It's nothing to take you to Wanma Temple, it's just that I have a little friend, the little master in Wanma Temple, and he is waiting for you to wait for you. ”

The monk laughed and said, "Really, after so many years of the monk's absence, I'm afraid that the senior brothers of the year are gone, and there are still people who are worried about me? ”

Cheng Jun smiled: "How can that be?"

The monk said: "When I was in the temple, few people liked it, they said that the monks were not subject to the rules and regulations, and they discredited the temple. His grandmother's monk only eats some dog meat, and if you talk about the precepts, she is less guilty than others. Especially in the Najian Temple, he didn't commit the meat precepts, but he was full of charms and spirits, and all kinds of delusional precepts were complete - his grandmother's even had wine and meat through the intestines, and the Buddha didn't understand such Buddhist principles in his heart, and he couldn't achieve positive results in his life. When Lao Tzu grew up, he entered the door of Buddhist cultivation by chance, beat the temple first, packed up his things and went out, and left. ”

Cheng Jun looked at his oily face, and knew that what he said was true, the Buddhist cultivation he had seen in his previous life, not to mention those fake monks and real bandits, even the monks who really had a heart of great compassion and compassion, and they had practiced for thousands of years, and they would inevitably commit murder, so naturally they would not think that a monk who eats meat would do anything, but nodded and smiled: "There are also nasty people there." ”

The monk said: "But isn't it - when I went out of the temple gate, I really felt that Wanma Temple was a rotten temple, and a group of rotten people lived there, and Lao Tzu never came back." Alas, I went out and took a turn, and found that the world is really big, and my resentment has gone outside, and when I encounter the rolling wind, sword, frost and sword, I really can't even count as a child's fighting spirit. So gradually, I didn't care about it. In the past few days, I fell asleep, and suddenly returned to Wanma Mountain, and suddenly missed something, so I packed up my things and came back to see. I didn't expect that decades have passed, and I don't even recognize the road, haha. ”

Cheng Jun smiled, he had this feeling of a sudden dream, but he really went back to the past, not just remembering in memory, from this point of view, he was really lucky.

The monk said, "How is Wanma Temple now, it can be seen that it is prosperous?"

Cheng Jun said: "I don't know Wanma Temple well, I just have a friend, I'll take you to see him in a while, and he will naturally say it one by one." "The situation in Wanma Temple, of course, is not very good, but this kind of talk is not suitable for Cheng Jun. He only knows some fur, he doesn't have to be a microphone, this kind of unlucky thing is still a private matter in the temple, and it is more appropriate to leave it to the little monk to say.

The monk said, "That's what I said, let's go...... Hey, you wait......" suddenly reached out and patted his waist and took out something.

Cheng Jun glanced at his waist and said secretly: Shicai didn't see it clearly in the dark, it turned out that he actually had a Qiankun bag.

The magic weapons in the world are as vast as a sea of smoke, but according to the size of the effect and the quality of the function, they are divided into grades, which are not considered heavenly magic weapons, from top to bottom, they are about one to nine grades and nine grades, but the Qiankun bag is one of the more special existences. It is also a Qiankun bag, and the precious one can be a heavenly magic weapon, but the lowest one is only a first-class low-grade magic weapon. But no matter how high or low, refining is not easy, coupled with a wide demand, so it is very precious, has always been monopolized by the Daomen, and the Daomen scattered cultivation is also rare, and the Buddhist monks are even rarer. It's just that when the Buddhists have reached the realm of "six senses", they will naturally have the magical power of "mustard seed Sumeru", but they don't take this small Qiankun bag in their eyes. This monk has a Qiankun bag in such a realm, not to mention how rich he is, anyway, he is not bad.

The monk took out a set of green cloth clothes and said, "Change the clothes on your body, and you can see what the waste has become." ”

Cheng Jun looked down, and sure enough, there was blood stains on his body, all of which were the blood oozing out when he sacrificed the spirit stone, and the clothes on his body had already been stained. At that moment, I thanked for the virtue of giving clothes, and put on new clothes, which turned out to be a monk's robe, with only a single layer of fabric. But Cheng Jun has already been a monk, even when he was in the drama troupe, he only wore single clothes, and now he has changed into a monk's robe, except for being fatter, he does not feel uncomfortable.

The monk said, "Let's go." He reached out and copied the stick that was resting beside him in his hand.

Just as he was about to get up, he heard the sound of Suo Suo behind him, and then another low voice came.

"Uh......h Woo......"

In the dark night, the thin sobbing sound penetrated into the ear holes along the evening breeze, and the throat was faint and endless.

The monk and Cheng Jun turned their heads at the same time, staring at where the voice came from. Cheng Jun listened attentively, only to hear a familiar tone in the miserable voice.

Suddenly, the monk took a slap with the Zen staff in his hand and shouted: "Wu Na demon, you are so bold! The monk just remembered that your cultivation is not easy, and he has never killed them all, and let you live." You should know that it's amazing, why didn't you run away obediently, but turned back again?"

The woman's voice cried incessantly, and said tremblingly: "You master is so ignorant! How can you conclude that I am a demon out of thin air? If I am really a demon, how can I come to the door because I am too late to avoid you? I have a grievance in my heart, and I only hope that someone will make decisions with me. I didn't expect you to drive me away without saying a word, if I go with hatred, after all, the Buddha will blame you. ”

When the monk heard this, he was slightly moved, but he still said, "Shemales have different paths." There is a truth of demons, there is a reason for people, my monk can't control your demon affairs, you go quickly. ”

The female voice said, "This is not a demon business, but a human business, there is a person who is about to kill the devil, please go and save the master." ”

The monk said, "Is there such a thing? Where is that person?"

The female voice said, "Now Ziyunguan." ”

When Cheng Jun heard this, his heart suddenly moved, and he asked tentatively, "Miss Song?"

The woman's voice froze suddenly, and after a while, she said in a trembling voice, "You know me?"

Cheng Jun said: "If you are the original wife of Yue Hua Daoren, Song Daoyou, I have heard of it." Maybe it was you who was with me and saw Chonghe, I heard that you are a human body, why are you a demon body when I see you twice?"

Yue Hua Daoren's wife, Chong He once said, is the daughter of a hermit in Jishan, and she has a deep affection for Yue Hua Daoren, so she is naturally a human being. On the other hand, Cheng Jun once saw a mysterious girl in the snow forest, and then disappeared for no reason, at that time Cheng Jun saw that the girl was a goblin, and then disappeared silently, but she changed into the body and slipped away, although there were some doubts in his heart, but he did not delve into it. Say goodbye today, but it was she who pulled herself out to walk in the snow, and when she met twice, she was so headless and endless.

However, Cheng Jun remembered the last time he saw it, the body of the Song girl was not a snake, but a squirrel, why did the monk say that she was a snake spirit?

The female voice paused for a moment and said softly, "It's me." Daoyou is really keen. I didn't want to say it explicitly, but now that you know, I'll say it. I am Yue Hua's original wife Song Yunjiang. I'm a good person, but now I'm locked up in the Purple Cloud Temple, and I can't come out, thanks to a special ability of the slave family, I can temporarily separate a wisp of soul and attach it to the beast. As long as there are some animals with a spirit surname, they can always turn into a clone, which seems to be the surname of the human demon, but they can't hide it from the master and Taoist friends. It's just that this spell can't last long, and the last time I said goodbye in a hurry, it was when the time limit for the spell was up. ”

Cheng Jun said: "I see, this spell is really amazing. This time, thanks to fellow Daoists, I was brought out of the cave. "No wonder she could find it in such a hidden place, where a snake can't get in or out?

The female voice said, "I accidentally saw Daoyou in the stone cave, and Daoyou looked very terrifying...... All I said was that you had some strange disease, or that you had gone mad, so I brought you out to seek healing. Now it seems that it is me Meng Lang. ”

Cheng Jun said: "Thank you for your care. Are you in a deep predicament now? If there is anything you need, please speak up. ”

When the great monk heard this, he also said, "If you are really a fellow believer, if you have difficulties but say that it is okay, we can always help." “

The female voice stopped and said sadly, "That's great......! I really can't do anything now, I'm about to despair! In that purple cloud view, there is a demon who does a lot of evil, he ......" Speaking of this, suddenly the voice stopped abruptly, and the last word "he" disappeared into the air with a long tail note.

The monk and Cheng Jun glanced at each other, and Cheng Jun said, "Song Daoyou, Song Daoyou?"

For a long time, there was no sound.

The monk stepped forward, followed the sound of the grass away, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "It's useless." ”

Cheng Jun followed, and sure enough, he saw a small snake lying on the ground, the snake's body was shriveled and lifeless, and he pinched it and said: "This is exhausted of vitality and aura, and died of exhaustion, it seems that this spell consumes a lot of money for the host." ”

The monk said: "Even so, the monk has never heard of such a magical spell, this spell is very convenient, there should be many wonderful uses, she can actually use it, especially her cultivation should not be high." ”

Cheng Jun nodded and said, "I haven't heard of it either, this should be her talent." "Chong He once said that Miss Song's cultivation is not high, but she is born with the ability to communicate with beasts, presumably this spell is transformed from talent, otherwise such a magical spell similar to the doppelganger technique may not be able to be cast by the foundation building monk, not to mention that Miss Song's cultivation seems to be still under Cheng Jun's now. At least Cheng Jun hadn't heard of a similar low-level spell in his previous life.

The monk suddenly said, "She can't do it before she finishes, do you know about her?"

Cheng Jun said: "If you know a little bit or two, you may be able to guess a few points." ”

The monk said: "Tell me, damn it, Lao Tzu can't get used to injustice, but he has a head and no tail." If you don't figure out why, the monk won't be able to sleep for a few days. ”

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