"Hmm..."

"Isn't Lingshan the base camp of the Buddha?"

"If there are a lot of relics in it, I can't take them away, wouldn't it be a big loss!"

"These jars are for relics!"

Su Yang pointed to the small jars and said.

The corners of Zhao Gongdao's mouth twitched slightly: "Don't you have a magic weapon for space containment?" ”

"I'm not used to it!"

"Straight to the pocket, the heart is steady."

Su Yang said seriously.

Zhao Gongdao couldn't help but pointed to the water dispenser buckets hanging behind Su Yang: "Even if there are relics, you don't need such a big bucket, right?" ”

"Ahh

"I heard that Lingshan has a dragon pool, a merit pool, and the water in it has a very good effect!"

"When you go, you always have to bring some souvenirs back."

Su Yang said casually.

“……”

Zhao Gongdao sighed, feeling a little tired inexplicably.

A few days ago, when the immortals came, Su Yang brought him a strong shock.

That kind of wisdom, indifference, as if the world is calculated in it, even he is full of admiration.

But now...

He was really suspicious, Su Yang... Is it really stupid?

Is there a little possibility, Su Yang is really crazy, special...

He was just pretending to be smart.

"Huh!"

"How did I not think of it!"

"The spiritual mountain has been sealed for thousands of years, and the merit pool is estimated to have accumulated a lot of pure Buddha power!"

Jia Ming happened to push the door out at this moment, and when he saw Su Yang's fully armed appearance, he was stunned at first, but soon seemed to think of something, slapped his head, opened his mouth, and then hurriedly asked, "Do you still have any extra bottles?" ”

"Yes!"

"Front Street, that scrap recycling plant, there are a lot of bottles!"

Seeing that Jia Ming was so like-minded, Su Yang couldn't help but nod vigorously.

"Su Yang doesn't like to use space magic weapons, don't you like to use them either?"

Zhao Gongdao asked with a dark face.

Jia Ming nodded solemnly: "You don't understand, Lingshan is a very special existence, and many of the things in it cannot be contained with space magic weapons, but after cutting off the connection with Lingshan, it becomes ineffective." ”

"And... Don't you think it's cool that we're covered in loot, shiny gold? ”

With that, Jia Ming left in a hurry.

Looking at Jia Ming's departing back, Zhao Gongdao couldn't help but complain: "Why do I always think that you infected him?" Although he was a little crazy before, he wasn't crazy to this extent. ”

"No, it's the wisdom of the wise."

"You're not a wise man, you don't understand."

Su Yang said with a smile.

"To be a wise man, do you have to be crazy first?"

"I suddenly felt..."

"It's good to be like this."

Zhao Gongdao muttered.

About ten minutes later, Jia Ming also came back with a large number of bottles and cans, and returned to the room mysteriously, and when he came out again, he was also wearing a robe.

The degree of gorgeousness is even better than Su Yang's Immortal Emperor Suit.

"How's that, isn't it handsome?"

"You guys are dressed so brightly, if I'm too ordinary, I'll give you a discount!"

Jia was obviously on the move.

Zhao Gongdao asked curiously: "Does your dress have any special effects?" ”

"Not at all, just plain handsome!"

"After all, it's not an official uniform, and it can't be recognized by Heavenly Court, but it doesn't matter, as long as I don't say it, anyone will guess that he is a powerful magic weapon!"

As he spoke, Jia Ming hung the bottles and cans on his body.

“……”

Zhao Gongdao decisively ignored these two crazy guys and left the hospital first.

Su Yang, Jia Ming, followed.

Su Yang seemed to think of something before leaving, and printed another seal on the door, looking at the Tong Tong sitting at the door: "In the past few days, stay in the medical hall to take care of the little monk, remember to wipe his bald head and wax for us." ”

After the instructions, he let go of the sky, leaving only Tong Tong sitting at the door sluggishly, without love.

……

"My Buddha, everything is ready to begin."

The arhat looked up very respectfully and spoke.

On the boulder, Maitreya slowly opened his eyes and nodded lightly: "Good." ”

As the voice fell, Maitreya got up and looked to the west, a powerful Buddha light emerging from herself.

A giant Dharma statue lying on its side appeared behind itself, smiling.

In the distance, a sword roared.

Even if the sharp edge was hundreds of miles away, it was still firmly locked on him.

Maitreya frowned slightly: "This Buddha has no intention of interfering in the affairs of the mortal world. ”

The sword rang out again, and after a moment, the determination dissipated.

"Immortal Sword..."

"It's just like it was back then, it's still sharp."

Maitreya opened his mouth lightly, and the Dharma Xiang behind him opened his eyes lazily and looked into the distance.

Suddenly, the phantom of Lingshan reappeared from the sky, flickering slightly.

"Hehe..."

"I didn't expect the ancient Buddha to be still pulling Lingshan, but it saved me some effort."

Maitreya smiled, shook his head, then looked at the arhat holding the bowl, and asked curiously, "Lighting the lamp... Revived? ”

"Burning the Ancient Buddha..."

"It's been a force recovery for some time, and now it's deep sleep again, and the state seems to be... Not quite right. ”

The bowl arhat's expression was a little complicated, and he spoke softly.

Maitreya's smile was even bigger, and there was even more playfulness in his eyes: "I didn't expect that the fairy world was self-proclaimed, and it was him who paid the most price." ”

"But..."

"Are these also part of the layout of Rulai?"

Maitreya whispered softly and shook his head.

As he spoke, the Fa Xiang behind him gently raised his finger and pointed towards the void.

The next moment, in the distant sky, in the projection of Lingshan, it seemed that the sound of Buddha sounded again.

Maitreya was surprised: "Why is the communication so smooth, is it because the lamp is helping in secret?" ”

"What is his purpose in doing this?"

"Since this old man joined Lingshan, he has always been low-key and doesn't ask about the world, but he looks like an old monk who is dedicated to cultivation."

"But the guy who came from that era unharmed is not a simple person."

"Raise the bowl, what identity do you think the ancient Buddha plays in this?"

Maitreya lowered his head, looked at the arhat holding the bowl and asked.

The arhat was stunned for a moment, and shook his head slightly: "The little monk is only in the realm of golden immortals, even if he has an occasional plan, he can't guess what a person in your realm and status thinks." ”

"Hehe..."

"Really?"

Maitreya spoke with an inexplicable meaning and stopped talking.

A golden thunderbolt suddenly descended from the sky, tearing through the space, forming a huge spatial rift.

This time, instead of being repaired, the rift exudes a sense of emptiness.

"The passage is more stable than the Buddha imagined."

"It should last five days."

"Go ahead."

"This Buddha is a little tired."

Maitreya spoke lightly, a look of tiredness flashing in his eyes.

Even if someone was secretly helping, this matter still consumed a lot of his strength.