"Nope."

"The Buddha didn't tell me."

The little monk fell into the memory again, and finally shook his head: "In the Buddhist scriptures I have read, there is no such sentence, which Buddhist scripture did you see it in?" ”

"I've read almost all the scriptures in this world, but I didn't expect that there were any missing."

As he spoke, the little monk looked at Su Yang curiously, looking forward to it.

"This was written by the famous monk Wang Ergou!"

"The main story in the scriptures is that a nosy person will be dismantled by someone to dismantle his Buddhist beads, and then stuff these Buddhist beads into his intestines one by one from below, and finally hang the person on a tree and let him pull it out little by little!"

"You..."

"Got it?"

Su Yang raised his hand, touched the little monk's bald head, and said with a smile.

The same bald head...

Or the feel of a small cleaning is better.

And what he didn't see was that the lame man who was sitting in the core position of the audience with domineering side leakage took out his mobile phone at some point, pointed it at Su Yang, and took a photo from a distance.

It was the picture of him smiling and stroking the little monk's bald head.

"Tong Tong should be jealous."

The cripple muttered to himself, his expression unchanged, and put away his phone.

"That's..."

"It must be painful."

"But since it's said in the Buddhist scriptures, it should make sense, and the senior brothers in the temple should want to try it when they study the Buddhist scriptures."

"If you had known, you wouldn't have let them reach Bliss too early."

The little monk muttered again, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Su Yang didn't know how many times he had deleted the video, listening to the little monk's self-talk, he turned his head faintly: "Little bald head, don't always pretend to be innocent and innocent." ”

"I always feel like you're imitating a little cleaner, very contrived, pretentious to the point of disgusting."

"Especially when you deliberately say something horrible."

"Do you want to plant the seeds of fear in my heart and absorb my fear?"

"I don't know how you helped your brothers reach Bliss early, but believe me, although I can't let you go to Bliss, I can let you... To hell. ”

Su Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became much lighter.

The innocent color on the little monk's face gradually disappeared, and he began to seriously examine Su Yang, as if he was thinking about something, and after a long time, he muttered to himself: "Why can't I feel fear in your heart?" ”

"It's human, and everyone should have fear."

"It's really... So curious! ”

The little monk became a little excited, stood up suddenly, jumped on the chair, got closer, and looked at Su Yang.

"Ugh..."

"Among the masses, there are bad people."

Su Yang suddenly sighed, and the next moment he directly stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards the little monk.

But at the moment when he was about to touch the little monk, a soft ray of light spread out from the neckline of the little monk, enveloping it, and even blocking Su Yang's hand at a distance of one meter from the little monk.

"Huh?"

"It's not the power of the immortal seed."

"Yes..."

"Device!"

Su Yang, who was still a little bored, instantly became energetic, and his eyes were so bright.

Distance.

The moment the unfazed lame man heard the word 'instrument', he put his hand on the crutch, lightly knocked on the ground, and slid out of the chair a few meters away, although he did not get close to the little monk, but the place where he stopped happened to be the only way for the little monk to escape.

Of course, in the eyes of others, the cripple is just trying to find a better perspective on the excitement.

But the operation of the crutches on the ground and the chair sliding is still a little handsome to them.

"Is this thing called a 'device'?"

The little monk thought for a moment and took out an almost broken lamp from his pocket: "You care a lot?" ”

"But I won't give it to you."

"Hee-hee."

"If you use the human skin of a person like you who knows the Dharma very well to copy the scriptures..."

"It must be collectible!"

"I am happy, so the Buddha is happy!"

The little monk shook the lamp in his hand, put it away again, and looked at Su Yang, who had been blocked by the bronze light, and the excitement in his eyes was not much weaker than Su Yang.

After the other contestants on the spot heard the little monk's words, their pupils shrank slightly, and there was a little fear in their eyes.

"They're really scared."

"It's just you..."

"Why don't you always be afraid?"

"Fearless!"

"The scriptures written down by your skin will definitely be filled with the light of the Buddha."

"Buddha, all have collections."

"I'm going to have it too."

The little monk said with a smile, his clear eyes and sunny smile seemed to be printed in the same mold as Tong Tong, but the thoughts in his heart were very different.

Of course, it is more similar to Su Yang.

It's all smiling and saying creepy things.

"Huh?"

"My skin writes scriptures, and it shines?"

"It's so cool!"

"When I go back, I'll find a tattoo artist and try to tattoo me a 'scripture full back', and then I'll be a glowing man!"

"Huh?"

"Then I'm going to defeat the Great Demon King who emits black gas and save humanity?"

"What a familiar plot."

The little monk just got up, and Su Yang's thoughts didn't know where to drift, one sentence in the east and one sentence in the west, without the tension and depression of the imminent battle.

"Oh yes!"

"Device!"

"I'm going to ask you to give it to me!"

Su Yang finally came back to his senses and remembered the business he had to deal with.

And the little monk also stared at him with interest.

"This layer of light, it's very annoying!"

Whenever Su Yang approached the little monk, it would be as if he was in a deep quagmire, and his speed would slow down.

And the closer you get, the more energy is expended.

"Breaking the law..."

"Yes!"

"Break the law!"

Su Yang seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up: "What then, who will break the law?" ”

"Come out with one!"

He muttered words that no one else understood.

"What a strange 'term.'"

"Why his, and ours... Not the same? ”

Passers-by looked at each other, their small eyes revealing a big blankness.

It always feels...

This person's 'technique' seems to be a bit simple and crude.

When they 'invite immortals' on weekdays, who is not respectful, so that they can also invite 'immortals'?

In the midst of everyone's doubts, a phantom appeared behind Su Yang almost instantly.

I don't know if it's dazzling, there seemed to be a few figures around at that moment, but they flashed.

It's like...

Grabbed the position, didn't grab it.

With the phantom emerging, Su Yang instantly passed through the aperture and stood beside the little monk.

"Huh?"

"You can get close to me?"

The little monk's eyes widened, a little puzzled.

"The Buddha stands in the temple, and the Buddha lies in the heart."

"Since the Buddha is in the heart, I am the Buddha!"

"Burn the lamp - protect the body!"