"In order to get out of trouble, that Shuanglong dares to make up any nonsense, how dare the poor monk listen to their nonsense." Master Shenquan shook his head.

"Speaking of which, since Ssangyong is dead, the Water Purification Treasure Bottle is useless, right?"

Speaking of the water purification treasure bottle, Mo Chuan's heart suddenly moved, and he asked tentatively.

"Daoyou want a water purification bottle?" Shen Quan asked.

"That's true."

"Pifu is not guilty, he is guilty, the wisdom and virtue of the Fulong monk are complete, and he has not left any method to control the treasure, I think it is to prevent the monks of Shuanglong Temple from being bewitched, and release Shuanglong privately!"

Master Shen Quan sighed.

Mo Chuan looked sorry when he heard this, and then he asked some rumors of qi refiners, and after there was no new information, he immediately asked about the "Law of No Coming and Going".

Buddhism has a saying: there is no coming and no going, so the name is called Rulai.

It's a trick to cut through confusion.

When the mind is mixed, this technique can cut off distracting thoughts and support righteous thoughts.

It is of great benefit to spiritual practice.

When Mo Chuan heard this, he asked about the relics again.

Master Shenquan said: "Don't hide it from your friends, after the poor monk made a relic, he didn't notice too much of the wonderful use, and he was raised in the gods, and he only felt that his thoughts were a little quicker. ”

Mo Chuan was dumbfounded when he heard this, and thought for a while: "Once the poor road has entered the Xuanmen, how dare you forget your roots, "The Law of No Coming and Going" is forgotten, and the relics are considered to be things after all, so let's forget the relics!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a scroll of scriptures and handed it over.

Seeing this, Master Shenquan was stunned, and he didn't stretch out his hand to take the scriptures.

"What, regret it?" Seeing this, Mo Chuan asked jokingly.

"Amitabha, the Taoist friend laughed, the poor monk was just a little unexpected."

Master Shenquan said, knotting the lotus seal with both hands, summoning the Yi Relic, and gently pushing it towards Mo Chuan.

At the same time, he reached out and took the scriptures and read them on the spot.

Mo Chuan took the Yi Relic, checked it with his eye-catching powers, and after confirming that it was okay, he immediately incorporated it into his body.

And then...... And then nothing changed.

He only felt that there was a little more foreign body in his soul, not uncomfortable, not comfortable, unremarkable, like a little firefly, unrestrained.

This made Mo Chuan laugh at himself in his heart, he couldn't be fooled, right?

But looking at Master Shenquan, who was looking at the technique of drinking water, he groaned slightly, and did not say anything to question.

"Dare to ask Taoist friends, this scripture says, 'Rinse blue water, spit out the breath, humbly bow down, calm the mind and note the mysteries' dare to ask what is the meaning of this 'Jiang Qi'?"

Master Shenquan didn't have long to look at the details, then he raised his head and humbly asked for advice.

"The essence of this technique lies in the spring under the umbilicus, the so-called qi is the qi of the spring, which is the qi of the ...... of the universe."

Mo Chuan answered them one by one when he heard this.

It's also magical, the art of drinking water is what he learned from the cow, although he is in charge of supernatural powers, but many places actually don't know much, can only be said to know it but don't know why.

It feels like a formula.

Now, when he explained to Master Shen Quan, he was subconsciously repeating the words of the bull, talking and talking, and the place that he once ignorant of was actually his own meaning.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking that he had mastered the supernatural powers and understood the principles with practice.

However, as he spoke, he felt that something was wrong.

Because when he was talking about the art of drinking water, he subconsciously combined the talent of the real dragon - born with water, and derived all kinds of wonderful ideas.

He even had an intuition that he could even create new spells based on his innate hydrophilic perception and drinking principle.

What kind of talent do you have, Mo Chuan is naturally clear.

It's not bad, but it's not good either.

Nowadays, the whimsical ideas that have suddenly popped up are not only just imaginations, but also the details of specific operations that have popped up in my mind.

This subtle change made Mo Chuan's heart tremble, and he suddenly realized what the problem was.

- Yi Shili.

This is the effect of the relics.

In addition to soothing distracting thoughts, it is also amplifying mindfulness, making Mo Chuan's mind more agile, so it is not surprising that many wonderful ideas are generated.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Mo Chuan's gaze when he looked at Master Shen Quan suddenly changed.

Venerable Shen Quan said that after holding the relics, he only felt that his thoughts were a little quicker, and this may not be a deliberate attempt to conceal the effect.

After all, he was still counting on the Yi Relic Exchange Technique!

The reason why he said this can only show that his talent is almost full, and the effect of the blessing of the Yi relics is naturally dispensable.

I can't say it, this is also the root of his ability to condense the relics.

The way of the world...... After all, he only loves the icing on the cake, and he doesn't want to send charcoal in the snow, even the way of heaven is the same.

It turns out that Master Shen Quan is indeed amazingly talented.

After humbly asking for a few words, as a person in Buddhism, he closed his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and practiced in front of Mo Chuan.

After only a quarter of an hour or so, he gently opened his eyes and his face showed a look of joy.

"Amitabha, the Chengye River has been saved, and the poor monks thank the people on both sides of the strait for changing their skills!"

"Mage is welcome!"

"Fellow Daoists are merciful."

Master Shenquan, who had achieved his goal, immediately got up and resigned: "Chengye has been dry for more than ten days, and there is no delay for a moment, so the poor monk will leave." ”

"Then the poor road will not be kept."

"Fellow Daoist, stay!"

Venerable Shen Quan pronounced the Buddha's horn and immediately turned to leave, his steps in a hurry.

Mo Chuan looked at the back of Master Shenquan leaving, and the yin owl in his heart eased slightly, and he secretly thought in his heart:

"Guan Shenquan's words and deeds seem to be indeed a high-ranking monk, and the relics are one of the proofs. However, there are straight trees in the mountains, and there are no straight people in the world, and it is also possible that Shen Quan is playing a bitter trick to earn the benefits of poverty, in order to prevent accidents, it is better to verify one or two. ”

"Before that, the chaos of the Chengye River must be rectified! This is the cause and effect of poverty, and it should also be borne together. ”

"However, if you meddle rashly, you may arouse suspicion!"

"It's okay, God has no relatives, and he is always with good people, so he should take advantage of the trend and be a trend-maker."

I don't know if it's the help of the relics, Mo Chuan's thoughts are running very fast, and after a little thought, he has a direction.

"Huang Buyu!"

With his thoughts settled, he immediately spoke.

"—The disciple is here!"

Huang Buyu, who was sending Master Shenquan out, heard Mo Chuan's call, and hurriedly rushed to the hall and bowed his head to the hall.

"Ten Thousand Dynasty Caves, can there be trustworthy demons?"

Mo Chuan picked up the herbal tea, took a sip, frowned slightly, and put it down casually.

"If you return to the immortal chief, the white-tailed little green dragon of the Shengqu Cave God may be trusted!"

"It?" Mo Chuan looked thoughtful.

I was a little surprised in my heart, the white-tailed little green dragon worshiped under his door?

Tsk, during this time, he was so busy that he ignored the Wanchao Cave.

"Yunzhou has Shou Mountain, Shou Mountain has a mountain god, is one of the incarnations of the poor road, the nearby Chengye River has recently suffered a disaster, has been chaotic gradually rising, the poor road wants to sweep away the charm of the ghost, sweep away the evil and help the right, are you willing to fight luck?"

Mo Chuan asked meaningfully.

Huang Buyu's heart was shocked when he heard this, especially remembering that when he came to the Jinghuang Wilderness, the immortal chief had made a promise to do a good job, and there were other high-ranking officials who were kind to him. If you don't want to go, you can also retire in the wilderness.

He thought that this time could be calculated for ten or a hundred years, and he secretly made up his mind to keep his loneliness.

Unexpectedly, it was only a few months away, and the opportunity came.

"Disciple is willing to go!"

"The matter of the Ten Thousand Dynasty Caves, leave it to the white-tailed little green dragon for the time being!"

Mo Chuan said, with a wave of his hand, several items fell in front of Huang Buyu, and looked carefully, a pair of golden cymbals, a few bottles of pills, and a stone urn.

"This golden cymbal is destined for you, so I will give it to you, wait to explain the good things, and call my name quickly!"

The sound fell, and Mo Chuan's figure had disappeared.

"Disciple obeys the decree of the Immortal Elder!"

Huang Buyu was extremely surprised, but he didn't dare to let go of the wandering remains, so he hurriedly bowed respectfully, and after the big salute, he picked up the gift given by the immortal chief and bowed down to exit the hall.