Looking at the old monk in white monk robe in front of him, Zhang Xiu recognized that he was the scorpion essence who had previously held people's hearts as dry food in the pavilion.

Hearing the scorpion spirit say that he was destined for him, Zhang Xiu smiled slightly: "I am a person who is kind and charitable, and I have made good connections, and the monks who have given charity are like carp crossing the river, but I forgot to give you swill one day." ”

When the scorpion heard him mock him as a stupid pig eating swill, he was not angry, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, the donor is laughing." Lao Wei is now in urgent need of a seven-trick exquisite heart to help me practice, and the donor you happen to have one, if this is not fate, what else can be called fate? ”

"Please also ask the donor to give me the Seven Exquisite Hearts, and treat me to cultivate the golden body of an Arhat one day, so as to ensure that you will be rich and noble in the next life, and you will be safe and worry-free. Amitabha, good, good. ”

Zhang Xiu looked at him with interest, nodded and said, "It's not impossible, if the master is willing to lend me something, my heart is not impossible to give you." ”

The scorpion was slightly stunned, and said with compassion: "What does the donor want to borrow from the old man?" If the donor asks for something, the old man will not refuse! ”

Zhang Xiu showed a kind smile: "Borrow the master's head and return it in ten days!" ”

Scorpion Spirit: "......"

Looking at the "compassionate" old monk in front of him, the "great benevolent" Zhang Xiu, Yan Feng's eyes involuntarily jumped a few times, and he said in his heart that these two people are really chess opponents and will meet good talents.

If you don't knock your head on the ground and bow down, you're sorry for the fate of this vast sea of people!

Old Lady Xin stared at Zhang Xiu with a strange expression for a long time, and couldn't help but ask the scorpion essence: "Great monk, how do you think that the person with the heart of the Seven Tricks is the son in front of you?" ”

The scorpion spirit came back to his senses and said confidently: "There are only two people on this entire mountain, except for the beard on your right hand that pretends to be a scholar, there is only this son." ”

“？？？”

Yan Feng was instantly furious, and his eyebrows clenched the hilt of his sword angrily.

Zhang Xiu was also stunned, looking at the scorpion spirit's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little more pity.

With such a strange brain circuit, I am afraid that I can't reason about it at all if I don't have a cerebral thrombosis for ten years......

Coughing lightly, Zhang Xiu explained seriously: "Actually, Brother Yan is really a scholar, and he has already learned to ...... after only three months in the academy Learn to write your own name! ”

As he spoke, he turned his face to look at Yan Feng, and said with encouragement: "Brother Yan, you write a name to show him, I believe you can do it!" ”

Yan Feng: "......"

You're completely wrong!

Yan Feng gritted his teeth in anger, and all his anger was aimed at the scorpion essence in front of him, his arms were stretched, and dozens of swords were neatly arranged in front of him.

"The universe is endless, the wind and thunder are ordered, and the urgency is like a law!"

With a wave of Yan Feng's right hand, a row of swords turned into lightning, and with the momentum of thunder, they galloped towards the scorpion spirit!

The scorpion spirit was not in a hurry, and chanted Amitabha, and saw a black light flash, and the figure had disappeared in front of the sword array.

In the next moment, Yan Feng lay on the ground with a scream, his eyes were closed, and a red and swollen bag swollen on his head!

In the blink of an eye, the sword array was broken, and Yan Feng's sword also returned to its original appearance, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

The scorpion spirit squinted lightly at the sword at his feet, smiled slightly, raised his face and looked at Old Lady Xin: "Do you want to try it too?" ”

Old lady Xin was shocked into a cold sweat, and said to Zhang Xiu with a nervous face: "He moves too fast, I can't see it clearly at all, I'm afraid Lao Yu is not his opponent......"

Zhang Xiu gasped, squatted down, stretched out his hand to cover the big bag on Yan Feng's forehead, absorbed the scorpion poison in his body, and said: "This scorpion is so powerful, now we are afraid that there is only one way." ”

Old Lady Xin perked up and asked urgently, "What way?" ”

Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Go and invite the Buddha!" ”

Old Lady Xin: "......"

If I can invite the Buddha, I still need to come to Jinjiling to drink the northwest wind for two hours???

Old lady Xin couldn't cry and laugh for a while, and then she had a flash of inspiration, thought of something, and said with bright eyes: "Buddha, I can't invite me, can Guanyin Bodhisattva do it?" ”

While speaking, Mrs. Xin took out a bamboo stick, which was the one he asked for when he went to Guanyin Temple during the day.

The scorpion spirit looked at Old Lady Xin vigilantly, and couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.

One said that he was going to invite the Buddha, and the other said that he could invite Guanyin Bodhisattva......

This old fox can't really invite Guanyin Bodhisattva, right?

Just as he was hesitating whether to make a move, a burst of red light suddenly bloomed on Old Lady Xin's body, enveloping him, Zhang Xiu, and Yan Feng all inside.

"I asked for this sign from the Guanyin Temple, you have no karma, as long as you pray sincerely to the bamboo stick, you have the opportunity to invite the Bodhisattva to manifest!"

Zhang Xiu took the bamboo stick from his hand and saw a few signed poems written on it: "The Buddha is well-informed and the king knows, the fool says that things turn into a coma, and the old man asks for the spirit sign, it is better to keep the old and wait for the time." ”

After reading this signed poem, Zhang Xiu's face changed slightly: "Old man, your signature seems to be a fierce signature, right?" ”

The old man asked for a spiritual sign, saying that the old lady Xin went to the Guanyin Temple to ask for a sign, and the idiot said that the matter turned into a coma, which should mean that Yan Feng fell into a coma, and what happened today was basically fulfilled in the signing of the poem.

But the last sentence of the signed poem is better to keep the old and wait for the time to come, which means that they will honestly wait for death in the same place, and hope that they can have a good birth in the next life???

"Old man, your hands are too dark!"

Zhang Xiu glared at the old fox with black hands, and took out the pig-killing knife angrily, scraped off the signed poem with one knife, and took out the brush to revise it himself.

"Open the world to make a good fate, and everything is perfect on an auspicious day. If you get this sign, you will be loyal to Nuwa! ”

Old lady Xin looked at Zhang Xiu's miraculous operation of writing his own signature, and his face turned pale with fright, and he trembled involuntarily, and said tremblingly: "Zhang, Zhang Gongzi...... Writing poems by yourself is a great disrespect to Guanyin Bodhisattva! ”

Zhang Xiu glared and said, "According to the broken lot you asked for, it's strange that the Bodhisattva can manifest his spirit!" It's all dying, let's be a dead horse doctor! ”

Old lady Xin looked bitter, looked at the signed poem written by Zhang Xiuxin, and asked with a tangled heart: "What does the signed poem you wrote, son?" ”

Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and said with a pious face: "I'm praying for the Pangu God and Nuwa Niangniang to appear, hoping that they can hear ......."

After hearing this, Mrs. Xin suddenly felt that her whole fox was not good: "@#¥%¥#@......"

Zhang Gongzi, be sober, this is a Guanyin sign!

It's strange that the two great gods you asked for could hear it, right?!