"Prepare, we'll leave tomorrow. "I stood up with a carp and picked up the backpack that was in the doorway.

I know that purple bamboo is a good material for making the barrel of the talisman pen.

Now I am worried that I don't have a talisman pen, and I didn't expect the materials to be delivered so quickly.

What's more, my yin and yang eyes also saw the aura and purple qi above the purple bamboo forest.

Now is the era of the end of the law, and the aura itself is already very rare, and there is actually purple qi here.

Purple gas, but the great luck that emperors have.

Only a few spiritual objects can produce purple qi.

The emperor was born in response to the luck of the atmosphere, and he was born with a line of purple gas, and when he was born, it was even more purple from the east.

The emperor of ancient times, which one was not as purple as a pillar?

The little monk stopped me, stepped aside, and whispered to me, "Aren't we going to go to the tomb first?"

I shook my head with a smile and said, "Little monk, don't be too greedy, there are many purple bamboo forests, I only need a few of them, and I can make my strength to the next level!"

The little monk was a little embarrassed, and said with a strong smile: "It's seen, forget it, let's go together, those purple bamboos are also useful to me." ”

I nodded, and then I was filled with emotion.

Man's greed is truly infinite.

made a call to Ye Linglong and asked them to come over and prepare to go to the Purple Bamboo Forest.

However, when I went to the purple bamboo forest, I could indeed get one of the raw materials for making a talisman pen, the pen barrel, but what about the pen head?

The tip of the brush is a ponytail or something.

But this is a talisman, and it must be made of the hair of a spiritual animal, or some other spiritual hairy substance.

The key is spirituality, even if the materials are expensive and there is no spirituality, it is in vain.

However, now is the era of the end of the law, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is exhausted, where to look for spiritual hair.

It's not that there isn't, but, too little.

If you want to get it, you must have great luck and fate, otherwise, no matter how much effort you try, it will be in vain.

Now, we have encountered a purple bamboo forest, accompanied by purple qi and aura, which is already a great luck.

......

In front of me was a large purple bamboo forest, in which I felt my body and mind stretch, and the aura was constantly absorbed by the body and turned into true yuan.

I was shocked to find that my cultivation was improving.

As long as I stay here, I will be able to speed up my cultivation and resume my path.

Unfortunately, our aim is to find the best material for the talisman.

The village chief didn't know where we were going, so he took us around the purple bamboo forest.

And we are secretly using the true yuan to transmit the voice, so as not to be heard by the village chief.

The little monk Xuanxu said to me and said, "This is a cultivation treasure land, why don't we buy it and then seal it up for the five of us to cultivate." ”

Taking advantage of the village chief's inattention, I shook my head lightly, and said, "No, some things must be clearly distinguished, in case my sect knows about this, is this treasure land mine or yours?"

If it's yours, I'll lose, and for popularity, treasure land is more important.

It's mine, you're losing again, and besides, this is a sect, you can't stop it. ”

The little monk Xuanxu also fell into contemplation, indeed, brothers, settle accounts, these things are too nerve-wracking.

When it comes to profit, human beings are all selfish.

The little monk said: "Alas, I was expelled and suppressed by Buddhism, and I finally escaped from the temple, so I don't want to enter this Buddhism!"

Brother, this time, can't I join your sect?"

I gritted my teeth, my uncle told me that I must not expose my sect, but if I don't tell my sect, how can the little monk Xuanxu trust me?

And how do I join?

This is an unsolvable problem.

I said to the little monk Xuanxu: "Yes, when this matter is over, I will make a phone call with them." ”

The little monk nodded slightly.

Wandering around the purple bamboo forest, we saw many purple bamboos of different powers, but none of them satisfied me.

These years are too few, and what I see is only thirty years of purple bamboo at most.

Purple gas is obviously produced here, and there must be more powerful purple bamboo, even a hundred years old purple bamboo.

I was a little impatient to go, so I walked up to the village chief and asked the village chief, "Village chief, is there any old bamboo here?"

The village chief frowned, recalling some things, and finally shook his head and said, "Aren't these old enough? ”

I shook my head and said, "The older the better, the more ornamental it is, so let's keep looking." ”

The village chief shook his head vigorously and said, "No, you must go back before dark!

When the time comes, we're all going to have to die here!"

"Okay, go back before dark. I could only say helplessly.

There are not only purple bamboos here, but also moso bamboos.

These thirty-year-old bamboos, I don't know how tall, are like towering trees.

Purple bamboo and moso bamboo are intertwined, and the bamboo leaves rustle in the wind.

The bamboo leaves fall like a small green boat, sailing through the air and finally reaching the ground.

The ground is covered with dried yellow bamboo leaves, and of course, there are new leaves to embellish.

When I closed my eyes, I could clearly feel the flow of aura here, and every trace of aura was in this leaf, returning to the earth, and then being absorbed by the bamboo.

This cycle goes on and on, like evolving the way of reincarnation.

The true yuan surged, and the slightest aura was absorbed by us, and we suddenly felt that our body and mind were stretched and refreshed.

The wind blew more violently, and the bamboo began to sway, and the bamboo leaves rubbed and rustled.

Endless bamboo leaves fall and turn into a sea of bamboo leaves.

However, the bamboo leaves did not fall to the ground, but kept flying in the air.

My eyes widened, and I felt the change in power around me.

Each bamboo leaf contains a powerful sharp aura.

A bamboo leaf slashed, and a bloody mark appeared on my face.

I realized something and shouted, "Ye Linglong, Duan Yinyin, protect the village chief and myself." Li Feiyu, Master Xuanxu, kill me!"

In an instant, the sea of bamboo leaves began to become irritable, and endless aura appeared on the bamboo leaves, and the sharp qi burst out.

Every bamboo leaf is a scythe of death, ready to harvest your life at any time.

The Huangquan Sword in his hand appeared, the sword qi was raging, the radius was three feet, the sword qi was vibrating, and the endless bamboo leaves turned into powder.

A bowl appeared in the hand of the little monk Xuanxu, only to see the little monk with one hand on the top of the bowl seal, chanting Buddhist scriptures, mouthing the truth, the gods and Buddhas appeared, and Maitreya Buddha was also seated.

The heavenly gods and Buddhas shone brightly, and at the same time, a powerful and majestic aura erupted.

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens all made strange gestures, sealed their hands, and chanted scriptures.

A strong suction force is generated inside the bowl, and endless bamboo leaves are stored inside.

The village chief was stunned: What?

I saw that the little monk was so powerful, not to be outdone, sitting cross-legged, chanting the Taoist nine-character mantra and mantra: "Those who are in the front of the soldiers, all, the array is in front." Xuanyang True Fire, Ziyang Avenue, burn all the people, ten thousand holy flames!"