"The master didn't come to me just to have a chat with me, right?" Zhang Shaoyang really couldn't guess what the monk wanted to say, so he simply asked him directly.

"Hehehe, of course not, I have something for you. The old monk took out something from his arms, and then handed it to Zhang Shaoyang, this is a small jade Buddha, a little warm to start, the Buddha is a laughing Buddha, the facial features are lifelike, with a big belly, the roundest part of the belly has a green root the size of a red bean, red as blood.

Zhang Shaoyang rubbed it for a while, and said puzzledly: "This thing is very valuable?"

"It's not worth it!"

"Good luck?"

"No!" the old monk shook his head.

"Then if you give me this thing, it will be difficult to eat it!" Zhang Shaoyang said angrily.

The old monk just sneered when he saw it, and then said seriously: "This is a talisman, I heard that the donor is about to go north again, and now the north is not very peaceful, this talisman can protect you well." ”

"Amulet?" Zhang Shaoyang turned over and over again and didn't see any wonder about this Jade Buddha, thinking to himself, could it be that this Lantuo Temple also learned from those liars who pretended to be gods and ghosts outside, and messed around with these things to cheat people out of money?

Thinking of this, the expression on Zhang Shaoyang's face was yin and yang, and then he asked tentatively: "This thing, you won't ask me for money, right?"

Xu saw Zhang Shaoyang's scruples, and the old monk shook his head: "No, I'll give it to you!"

Zhang Shaoyang is relieved, don't be in vain, anyway, in the past few years, Lantuo Temple has also added a lot of sesame oil money, can return a little is a little, in case he leaves Jiangling in the future, and he is so depressed that he can't afford to eat, maybe he can still point to this thing for a bowl of rice to eat, and then this thing will really become a talisman.

The old monk naturally didn't know Zhang Shaoyang's wishful thinking, he turned around and looked at the idiot standing next to Zhang Shaoyang, this young man's breath was practiced, at first glance, he was immersed in martial arts all year round, and then he looked at the lonely and clear air between his eyebrows, like Yao Sanming, a sword immortal who broke ten thousand laws with a sword on the rivers and lakes back then.

When he looked at the sword in the arms of the idiot, the old monk couldn't help but be surprised: "Huh?"

The idiot didn't know what the old monk was going to do, but he just held the Qiushui Sword in his hand and tightened it a little more.

"This donor, does it have something to do with the flower fairy jade begonia back then?"

"Flower fairy jade begonia?" the idiot looked suspicious, not knowing what the old monk said.

"Probably not, it's just that you got her sword by chance!" the old monk nodded as if he had realized something, and then he said to Monk Jueyin, "Send the two benefactors down the mountain." ”

When the three of them walked away, the old monk closed his eyes and murmured softly: "The agreement with Master Zhang back then is now over, but this little guy has taken an extraordinary path, and he is alone...... How many times can the Immortal Buddha save him?"

Zhang Shaoyang still descended from the back mountain, after the merit forest, it was a steep stone ladder of more than 1,000 steps, at this time a man in brocade clothes climbed the stairs on the stone ladder, pinned an eight-hole jade flute around his waist, with a faint smile on his face, and Zhang Shaoyang passed by, he nodded slightly, and then walked towards the merit forest, Zhang Shaoyang looked back at the person, and always felt that there was a strange feeling that could not be said.

Zhang Shaoyang lost his mind for a while, and his steps down gradually slowed down, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and when he turned his head and looked at the person just now in surprise, where was there any figure on the hundreds of steps?

On the big Buddha at the cliff, the monk who sat in the hands of the big Buddha suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes were dark, at the foot of the big Buddha, a man walked slowly, every step down there is a wonderful charm, as if there is a mysterious sense between the feet and the foot, until he walked in front of the Buddha, the monk on the palm of the Buddha closed his eyes again, and returned to silence.

The jade flute man walked on the hill behind Lantuo Temple, looking at the Daxiong Treasure Hall that showed a corner in the distance, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger, and he said loudly: "Master said that Lantuo Temple should not be underestimated, I think it is just like that, this practice method that throws away all vanity is so merciless, can it really achieve an immortal and immortal golden Arhat?"

The man walked slowly around the back mountain for 800 steps, and came to a cliff, under which sat a thin monk, although the person was withered, but a robe was as bright as new, and beside him a small monk was entering the meditation, and there was a faint flash of golden light on his body.

The jade flute man frowned, put away his cynical smile rarely, gently took off the jade flute from his waist, pinched it in his hand, and invisibly pressed the four holes with his left hand, and then gently patted it on his right hand with the jade flute, which was indescribably pleasant.

"Are you the monk of Wunian?" The man had slender fingers, casually playing with the jade flute, and the monk on the other side, whom he called the monk of Wunian, did not move, but the thin stream of water not far away suddenly stopped, just for a moment, it was condensed into a thin icicle by the cold air, from the cliff to the bottom of the cliff, and then the water flowed along the icicle again, and before it flowed down, it was frozen on the icicle, and soon formed a huge ice pick that was thick at the top and thin at the bottom.

The monk Jueyin seemed to open his eyes consciously, staring at the icicle, with a complicated expression on his face, but the icicle only sealed for a moment, and then he heard a slight click, the icicle cracked inch by inch from the bottom to the top, and when it reached the thick position above, it exploded inch by inch, and the white ice crystals flew, and a layer of strange snow was hung on the surrounding branches.

The monk breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at the brocade-clothed man who arrived at some point, smiled kindly, and then continued to settle down.

When all the icicles exploded, a thin stream of water hung down from the cliff again, stretching endlessly.

Monk Wunian opened his eyes, and for a moment there was a terrifying glint in his eyes, and then immediately dimmed, and finally reflected the young man who was already about to lose his patience.

"Xiao Xiaoyu Gongzi, a master of Pianpian... Are you his apprentice?"

The man snorted coldly, did not answer, but the jade flute in his hand touched the ground, and suddenly the sand and gravel on the ground trembled, he pointed at the jade flute, and a stream of water in the cold pool in the distance shot out, and in the blink of an eye, it was all submerged into the jade flute in his hand, and then I saw him raise his hand and shake it, and let out a crisp sound in his mouth, and in an instant, a water sword shot out from the jade flute, shooting straight to the old monk's face.

The old monk's face was solemn, he raised his hand and stroked, eighteen water droplets appeared in his chest instantly, surrounded by a string of transparent prayer beads, he flicked his left hand, and suddenly three drops of water shot to both sides, just now the icicle exploded the ice slag left on the branches, and was instantly hit by this water droplet, and it did not fall in the air, but converged into a thin ice wall like cicada wings.

The next moment, the rest of the water droplets in front of the old monk all shattered, and the ice wall was combined, forming a protruding barrier, the barrier was just formed, the water column was already approaching, only a muffled sound of 'boom' was heard, and suddenly the water mist was filled, and the ice chips flew all over the sky, and the ice wall formed by the ice also dissipated in an instant, making a crisp cracking sound.

The man's face sank, his hands moved, and he swung out more than a dozen water swords in a row, and the water swords exploded violently in the air, and finally formed a dense thin needle, overwhelmingly pressing towards the old monk.

"Amitabha!" The robe on the old monk's body puffed up without wind, and his hands were raised above his head to draw a semicircle, and then he slowly closed it in front of his chest, and a golden light beat on his body, and in the blink of an eye, the golden needle pounced in front of him.

If the monk wakes up, he can see a wonderful scene, the fine needle is menacing, but all explode outside the three zhang around the old monk, every time it explodes, it is like a drizzle falling on the surface of the lake, making a rippling ripple, what is more strange is that in the center of the ripple there is a hideous lion head, the more fine needles, it forms a wonderful scene of the lion's head in the sky.

It's a pity that there is a lot of danger here, and the monk over there is still standing still, and today I played with Zhang Shaoyang for a day, and my homework has fallen behind, but I have to make up for it, otherwise the master said that he can't become a Buddha.