A black lotus floated out of Moro's body and turned into a black figure, quietly watching Mora.

"Moro!"

Mo Luo woke up from his meditation, and when he saw this figure, he said in surprise: "Teacher, you are here!

"You're much worse than a little bald donkey!" said the man.

"I'm no worse than them, it's not because an old guy made a move that I'm locked here. ”

Under the gaze of that figure, Moluo's words became lower and lower, and finally he couldn't hear it.

"The strength of the little bald donkey has surpassed you over the years, and you are not wronged at all when you defeat him. The black figure said lightly, "In addition, the person who shot at you may not be an old guy, but it must be a strong one." ”

"Teacher, that person is the master of Zhenzen, but Zhenzen doesn't know the origin of the other party. Do you know where that man came from?" Moro asked curiously.

"I don't know!" the black figure shook his head.

"Alas, teacher, hurry up and get me out, it's too boring here!" said Moro with a sad expression.

"The magic is boundless, the Dharma is boundless, the demon Buddha and the demon, the demon is also the Buddha, the Buddha is also the demon, the Buddha and the demon are one!, so you better stay here!" the black figure replied.

"No, teacher, you're trying to get me to the enemy!" shouted the Moro.

The black figure chuckled and said, "Surrender to the enemy, there are no eternal enemies in this world, and there are no permanent friends." Although we fight with Lingshan from time to time, it does not mean that we are enemies with them. ”

After hearing this, Mo Luo thought for a moment, back then, although the old bald donkey's strength was stronger than him when he appeared, he was definitely far inferior to his teacher, who could slap the other party to death with just one hand.

However, the other party was able to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and forcibly snatched a piece of land from the teacher. At that time, he couldn't figure out why this was, but now it seems that it was completely deliberately connived at by his teacher.

"However, teacher, as your disciple, I feel that I should perform the rites of disciple and serve you by your side. The Devil Thief laughed sheepishly.

"Hehe, my demon clan doesn't need this kind of vanity. The bald donkey won't kill you, so you might as well follow them here and practice the Dharma!"

After the black figure sneered, it turned into a black lotus again and returned to Mo Luo's body.

"Teacher, teacher, teacher!"

No matter how much Mo Luo called, there was no movement, and in the end, Mo Luo sighed helplessly and obediently accepted the arrangement.

"Bang dang!"

A hole in the airtight cell appeared, and Shinzen came in from the outside.

Glancing at Mo Luo, he sat down cross-legged and prepared to start chanting.

"Stop!"

Mora raised his palm and directly stopped Zen's movements. Since he was imprisoned again in Lingshan, Zhenzen Thunder couldn't move, and every day at this time he came to chant the scriptures, and then brainwashed him, so that he could abandon evil and follow good, and be a five-good young man.

"Don't read it, don't persuade me. I have decided, I want to study the Dharma with you, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and strive to become a Buddha as soon as possible!"

This is what he said from the bottom of his heart. It's not just because of the arrangement of the black figure, he also has some considerations of his own.

After so many years of fighting with Zhenzen, at the beginning, he basically won. Then, the two were equal. Then, this time, he was directly defeated, and there was no room for any turnaround.

With the teacher's point, the stones of other mountains can attack jade. So, he decided to stay, study the Dharma well, and then defeat the true Zen.

"Now that you've figured it out, come with me!" Shinzen stared at him for a few moments, and finally replied calmly.

After a while, Shinzen led Kinnara to a solemn hall. Book 6 bar

In the main hall, a bald young man in white clothes sits in the center, the treasure is solemn, and the golden rings behind him exude a soft Buddha light, and there are as many as eight under the careful counting.

Bathed in the light of this Buddha, Mora felt very ashamed, regretting the wrong things he had done, the sins he had committed, and he wished to die to wash away his karma.

The black lotus in his body trembled, making him wake up, and the cold sweat flowed from his back, and he was almost finished.

"Teacher, Mora already has the intention of repenting!" said Machan with his hands folded.

This man is none other than Amitabha.

"Hmm!" Amitabha nodded slightly.

"Well, I am willing to learn the Dharma and do good deeds. I have a small request, though!" Moro said weakly.

"Oh, I don't know what you want?" asked Amitabha softly.

Mo Luo stroked his long black and shiny hair and said, "Look, it's a pity that my long black hair is shaved, so I want to keep it!"

"Oh, don't you want to get stronger?" asked Amitabha faintly.

Mo Luo subconsciously responded: "I want to!"

But then the confusion followed: "What does my hair have to do with getting stronger?"

"Because, if you are bald, you can become stronger!"

A voice rang out outside, full of banter in its tones.

Moro turned his head to look behind him, and a bald man with a bare upper body and a burly body with a purple scorpion entrenched in his back walked in.

"Hehe, do you see," the man patted his shiny head, "I'm stronger after I'm bald!"

The momentum exploded, and it was not much better than Moluo.

"Really?"

Mo Luo is a little suspicious of life, this new bald head is not very old, but this strength is not weaker than him at all, is it really bald to become stronger?

"Why, hesitating?" laughed the man.

"Okay, in order to become stronger, don't want this long hair!"

Mo Luo's heart is horizontal, he can't give up the child and can't put the wolf on it, just a few hairs!

Since then, Lingshan has one more bald donkey.

......

The atmosphere in Da Luo Tianzhong is very dull, there is a dead silence here, and the birds and insects on weekdays have all stopped, just because of the owner here.

Since he came back that day, Golden Scale has been alone, and his oppressive aura makes it difficult to get close, and he doesn't want others to approach him.

After calming down, he understood the reason inside. He was very uncomfortable, but he couldn't avenge the peacock, he couldn't kill Shi Huang, he couldn't do anything.

Because if Shi Huang died, the peacock would really be completely gone. So, in the end, he released Shi Huang.

Back in Da Luotian, he could only borrow wine to drown his sorrows. He was more worried about knowing the three of them now, whether this would happen in the future. Once this happens, even he can't stop it, just like before, watching it.

What can be done now is to let them stay here and not go out at will, so that that situation can be avoided to the greatest extent.

Seeing a few people watching from afar, Jin Liang sighed helplessly, sorted out his emotions, and walked to their side.