Facing Yan Xianwu's invitation, Mo Chuan groaned slightly, then stood up solemnly, and arched his hand: "Since it is an invitation from a mage, what does it matter if you are poor and go on a path?" ”

Yan Xianwu was overjoyed, stretched out his hand and clasped his palms in return: "Amitabha, good!" Wonderful! ”

The small is hidden in the wilderness, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the court.

If you can borrow Yan Xianwu's way and hide into the official Lanbi hub, it can be called a great hidden in the WTO.

This couldn't be better for Mo Chuan.

After the two discussed the details and the departure date, Yan Xianwu immediately said goodbye and left.

Looking at Yan Xianwu's departing back, Mo Chuan turned around and returned to the museum, subconsciously lying on a chair, holding the scriptures in his hand, as always, reading it.

It's just that as time passed, he didn't turn to the next page for a long time - but his mind had already fallen on the "First Fruit Sudra" in his soul.

At this moment, he suddenly realized: no wonder he can cultivate the first of the six divine powers of Buddhism;

It's no wonder that the power of the leakage is so powerful that even the Star Ring Talisman can be deduced.

Feelings, all because he stands on the shoulders of giants.

At this point, Mo Chuan had mixed feelings in his heart.

However, this is not the time to sigh, he tried to invade it with his mind, and after a long time, his face gradually became cloudy.

He could feel that the first fruit, Sudra, hidden in his soul, was like a bright light shining through his soul, making every strand of his thoughts clear.

It can be said that even if he does not miss all the blessings, his thinking activity is far beyond ordinary people.

However, other than that, he could no longer feel the slightest bit of Sudra's majesty.

Even if it's deliberate.

"Is it because I don't practice the Dharma?"

Mo Chuan is keenly aware of the problem.

Buddhism is like two seemingly identical, but in fact very different technical routes.

Attaining the Buddha's fruit is a process of searching for the Buddha according to the map, and since it is "according to the map", it is natural to understand the "map".

If he doesn't practice the Dharma, how can he understand the Buddha's fruits?

"Is it possible to change course and switch to the Dharma?"

As soon as this idea came to mind, Mo Chuan subconsciously vetoed it.

Whenever he hesitates in his heart, it is a blasphemy against the Dao heart.

He agrees with many scriptures and meanings of Buddhism, and also agrees with the wisdom of Buddhism, and even believes that Buddhism has a high monk who "cuts meat and feeds eagles".

But that doesn't mean he embraced Buddhism in its entirety.

Daomen is his ultimate pursuit.

Cultivating Buddhism is just a bypass, in order to better learn metaphysics!

"If you have the opportunity, you can look at the Buddhist scriptures, but to change to the Dharma for this purpose is tantamount to abandoning the basics."

In the wandering thoughts, Mo Chuan, who was under the inner vision, took a deep look at Sutuohuan, and then withdrew his thoughts.

- At this moment, he didn't realize that Sudrahuan, who had helped him a lot, had turned into a "poisonous fruit" in silence, tempting his Dao heart all the time.

Mo Chuan, who no longer participated in the first fruit of Sutuohuan, had no intention of reading the Taoist scriptures.

He simply got up and cleaned up the beauty hall, swept some small objects from the market into the sacrificial furnace, and then waved his hand to take out a wooden sign, engraved the word "closed", and hung it outside the door.

After the sign was hung up, Mo Chuan looked at it slightly, waved his hand, and changed the word "closed" to "closed".

As soon as this brand is hung, the short-lived beauty hall may not be able to open again.

It's a pity that he also paid a year's salary.

"Da Da Da-"

At the right time, a sound of footsteps came from behind him: "It seems that Xiaosheng came by coincidence, and if he is one step later, I am afraid that he will not be able to meet the famous beauty pavilion owner." ”

When Mo Chuan heard this, he turned around and saw a masked man standing behind him.

His whole body was shrouded in black robes, and he couldn't distinguish his cultivation or face.

"The layman is polite, the museum has been closed and no longer accepts orders, and the layman please choose another high-quality one."

"It's not a bad kid."

After the black-robed man finished speaking, he raised his feet and walked towards the hall.

Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes, groaned slightly, and still followed.

At this time, the black-robed man who entered the beauty hall looked at the layout of the hall and asked, "Xiaosheng has something unclear, and you still want to ask Daoyou to solve your doubts?" ”

Mo Chuan arched his hand: "What's the matter?" ”

"Everyone in the world knows that Haitao Street has a righteous and righteous man, who would have thought that on the occasion of this great fame, the owner of the beauty hall would have to close down to avoid the limelight, I have to say that Daoyou is a smart person. But if he is a smart person, why did he expose the owner of the Joy Pavilion in public? ”

The black-robed man tilted his head slightly and asked.

"The words are logical, how can there be so many reasons in reality?"

Mo Chuan shook his head, avoided answering, and asked again: "The poor Dao time is in a hurry, if you want to change your appearance, please enter the house." ”

"Hehe......" The black-robed man smiled: "Daoist friends are jealous and hateful, aren't you afraid that Xiaosheng is a wicked person?" ”

"Selling a steamed bun, but also distinguish between good guys and bad guys?"

"Interesting!"

After the black-robed man finished speaking, he immediately took off his mask and said with a smile: "Please also ask Daoyou to help Xiaosheng change his appearance?" ”

Mo Chuan's pupils suddenly dilated.

- The person who came was the owner of the Joy Pavilion!

"It seems that the world is as black as a crow, and even if it is a Buddha, there is no pure land." Mo Chuan shook his head and sighed.

"You seem disappointed?"

"Yes, fight to the death and uncover the corner of the black curtain, but I didn't expect that there is a black curtain under the black curtain."

Mo Chuan shook his head, his face was calm, and a trace of sadness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Hahaha, is Daoyou willing to be shady?"

The owner of the Pavilion asked with a smile, his tone full of temptation.

"The dragon slayer boy may become an evil dragon one day, but he won't before he slays the dragon." Mo Chuan smiled.

The smile of the owner of the Pavilion's heart gradually became cold.

He looked at Mo Chuan, smiled lightly, turned around and stepped into the private room, lay on the chair, and said, "Please ask Daoyou to cast a spell!" ”

Mo Chuan asked, "What does the guest officer want to become?" ”

The owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion said: "Daoist friends and casual, this face is just for outsiders, beauty and ugliness are meaningless." ”

Mo Chuan nodded, stretched out his hand and lightly touched it, and landed on the face of the owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, dripping blood and condensing the dark luck, and in an instant, the face of the master of the Xiaoyao Pavilion gradually changed.

It didn't take long for him to become a simple young man.

"Guest, alright."

The owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion opened his eyes, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to him, and said with a smile in his careful measurement: "This appearance is honest and pleasant, I'm afraid it can deceive many people who judge people by their appearance." ”

Mo Chuan said with a smile: "The traitor is like loyalty, the outside is like Puye, and the middle is clever." ”

The owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion had a light eye, stroked his palms and smiled: "Wonderful, wonderful! Oh, when you say that, Xiaosheng is even more reluctant to kill you! ”

The sound fell, and the walls of the private room were suddenly densely covered with talismans, and the light shone brightly, connecting the hub leyline.

However, in an instant, all the magic circles arranged by Mo Chuan were shattered.

Mo Chuan, who had seen the red-robed young man in the Thousand Buddha Temple and urged the hub array, recognized it at a glance that this was clearly the Blue Bi hub array!

"Everyone is angry at injustice, and everyone aspires to be unjust, you still have a chance to surrender, don't miss it again." The owner of the Pavilion grinned, already arrogant to the extreme.

"Poor Dao has read countless people in this life, and you are the craziest person Poor Dao has ever seen." Mo Chuan sneered.

"Really? You can be so arrogant. ”

"Really?"

Mo Chuan smiled slightly, and said with deep meaning: "The fox and the fake tiger are looking for a desperate way, and the meat and tiger are full of disasters, and the Taoist friends should be careful in the second half of their lives." ”

Before the sound fell, the figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a faint wisp of refreshing sandalwood.

The owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion looked stunned, and his thoughts swept wildly, and the blood on his face was lost.