"Don't worry, don't worry, in this bazaar exclusive to monks from the outside world, there are actually high-ranking monks sitting in the town. After all, we don't know if there will be demon cultivators infiltrating it. Those people have never cared for human life, and if something goes wrong, the monks here will be in danger. ”

While explaining to Changsheng, Ming An babbled that they also had two high-ranking monks stationed here in the Western Buddha Kingdom, and it was said that one of them was the highest Buddha in the Western Buddha Kingdom.

"That uncle and ancestor turned from a demon body to a Buddhist cultivator, with excellent understanding and a strong body, so for a long time, everyone quietly called him 'King Ming'."

"King Ming?"

Changsheng doesn't know much about Buddhism, and the only Ming King he knows is the legendary Peacock Ming King. Generally speaking, the name of every monk who has been famous for a long time will not be casually called, and there is a basis for it. Since that existence is called King Ming, that means that he should be a demon cultivator like a bird.

Sure enough, Ming An looked left and right, and seemed to feel that this place was exceptionally safe, so he opened his mouth with a smile.

"Because Uncle Shi's heel is a white hole...... Oops! ”

The next moment, Ming An fell to the ground in embarrassment, not only did he fall flat on the ground and gnaw on the mud, but also the spiritual grass on the stall owner's stall next to him fell down in an uproar, almost wrapping his whole person.

The people around him are no longer surprised. Everyone, including the monk who fell to the ground, was not angry, everyone looked at Ming An with a smile, and gathered together to sigh.

"I'll just say, this little Buddha cultivator is so open-mouthed, he will definitely be cleaned up by King Ming. No, retribution is coming. ”

"No, I just whispered to this fellow Daoist, and I didn't insult you, Uncle Shizu. Am I a little too miserable for you to beat me like this? ”

Ming'an got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body, and he was a little monk of Ming'an intact again.

I have to say that Ming An actually has a bit of a chatter ability. Changsheng looked at Ming An with some amazement, feeling that he had really exceeded his expectations. When we first met, I thought it was a typical example of Buddhism.

At this time, a voice falling from the sky snorted coldly, and then there was no movement.

From the breath brought by that word just now, Changsheng knew that the strength of this Ming King was far beyond his own, and if there was a monk of this level in charge, it would not be strange that the world in Biluo was so harmonious.

"Mingan Daoyou is fine, right?"

"Nothing."

Ming An didn't mind the previous little conflict at all, and even felt honored.

"That one just now was my uncle. Hey, although I didn't see his old man, but from the move just now, I knew that his old man's sword was not old, and his strength was still there. ”

"Yes, yes?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Changsheng always feels that Ming An has accentuated the tone of the word "old man". Just now he was taught a lesson just by mentioning King Ming, and now he dares to call him an old man, is he really not afraid of being cleaned up?

But unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the King of Ming in the secret really didn't feel angry about this, but never spoke out again. Ming An squeezed his eyes at Changsheng and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Uncle Shi likes it very much when others see him as an older person."

"Huh?"

"That's it. Uncle Shi seems to have always wanted to be like an elder, so when I say this, he will only get happier and happier. ”

I see.

After a short episode, everyone came to the market street, where everything was indeed sold, Changsheng looked around, and saw a golden sword spike in one of the stalls. The pendant of this sword spike is a wing carved from a piece of dense gold, which looks golden. To be honest, I don't quite meet the aesthetics of most monks' low-key connotations, but there is no way, Du Xuanjin likes it very much.

Du Xuanjin is originally a golden spirit sword, and naturally likes the sword spike that is very similar to himself. When the Immortal Imperial Sword flew before, it put a layer of cover on Du Xuanjin, so he was not recognized by others at first sight. Du Xuanjin never reacted to this, and it was only at that time that his attachment to the golden sword spike made Changsheng realize that this child cared a lot about his appearance.

So Changsheng bought this golden sword spike. Of course, you can't favor one over the other, Changsheng looked at this stall for a long time, and finally bought a large jade-colored sword spike for Hated Bieli. Although the two swords could not speak, the joy still spread to Changsheng's heart along the connection with them.

Since they are so happy, Changsheng's heart is also happy. At this time, Wu Sishang, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"Don't you only have a sword? Why buy two sword spikes? Is there another handful? ”

Changsheng didn't say anything, and the little monk Huixing on the side spoke up.

"No one says you can't buy two spikes for a sword. Wouldn't it be nice to just change the color? ”

Wu Sishang sighed slightly, and then looked at Huixing with a smile, and the little monk Huixing who looked at it with naked eyes palpitated. But Ming An stood in front of his little junior brother and looked at Wu Sishang with a smile.

"Is there something wrong with this benefactor?"

"Tsk."

Now that the division commander is by his side, it's not easy to tease. It's a pity.

At this moment, everyone heard a shout.

"Come and see, I have the best Huangquan stone here, one piece is better than others! Who uses who knows! ”

This shouting voice is not reserved at all. It's like what I saw when I went to the market in Gujia Village before, full of vitality.

Ming An and the others, who heard this voice, glanced at each other, and then looked at Changsheng.

"Why don't we go and see?"

This Huangquan stone is still quite attractive to Buddhist cultivation.

"Of course."

Because the sound was too loud just now, many people crowded over at this moment, and after a while, everyone looked at the few pieces of Huangquan Stone on the crowded stall and fell into deep thought.

Each piece of Huangquan Stone on this stall is almost the size of a human head, and the surface is rough, and there is even some moss.

Changsheng had never seen Huangquan Stone before, and when he saw this shape at this time, he thought it was normal, but the slightly rapid breathing of Ming An beside him showed that this Huangquan Stone was not normal.

"What's wrong?"

Asked quietly.

Ming An gave Changsheng a firm look of 'I'm sorry but I must take it', pushed away the helpless senior brothers and squeezed in, bargaining with other monks in a hurry, and was bound to grab a piece.

The people around looked at Ming An, who had a skilled tongue, and they all felt depressed. Can all the Buddhas say that now?

(End of chapter)