The three of Mo Chen's cultivation is very high, since it is not something that this monk can see, the three of them are mixed in a crowd of mortals, this monk still thinks that Mo Chen and others are mortals, Mo Chen said a purple jade shirt, his head is tied with a black jade gold crown, and everyone behind him is dressed as a servant, so that this monk preconceived that it is the king and grandson of the nobles in the city.

Although he is now a national teacher and has a respected status, the dignitaries and dignitaries in the city do not have to bow down and beg for him like mortals. Seeing Mo Chen and the others standing upright, he not only didn't care, but apologized.

Mo Chen had a smile on his face, looking like a harmless little white rabbit like a human, he knew exactly what this monk wanted to do, and he was not in a hurry, he might as well play with this big monk, I saw him smile and said: "It turned out to be a national teacher, when this son first arrived in this Luodu, he met a master like a master, it is really a blessing for three lives, I don't know the master's name?"

Heiwei and Bai Yu looked at Mo Chen and this great monk with a dawe-eyed look, confused, in his eyes, is there any difference between a cultivator who has not yet become an immortal and an ant, just kill it casually, why do you do so many things?

The great monk clasped his hands together, pretended to glance at Mingtai inadvertently, and said: "The poor monk has no appearance, this is polite, the poor monk sees that your little servant is quite Buddha-like, and it should be like my Buddhism. ”

As soon as he heard this, the smile on Mo Chen's face was even worse, sure enough, it was for Mingtai, a 10,000-year-old ginseng essence, although the three of them were monsters, but their cultivation was profound, and under the aura of convergence, even the golden dragon of luck on Luodu could not help them at all, and this little monk could not see the heels of everyone anyway.

Only Mingtai, but he has just transformed and was broken by Mo Chen, although he is the Xuanmen Zhengfa of the Pure Sect of cultivation, but his cultivation is shallow, and he can't completely restrain his own breath, and he was discovered by this great monk, so he came up to talk.

"Thank you for your kindness, it's just that my little boy is still young, and the Buddhism is hard, I'm afraid he can't stand a lot of rules and precepts, so let's wait for him to be older. Mo Chen refused.

Master Wuxiang frowned slightly, the ginseng baby in front of him should have just been transformed, I don't know how many years of ginseng has become essence, but once this kind of immortal grass transforms, it is extremely talented in the way of cultivation, and if he is accepted as an apprentice, he will be able to firmly establish a foothold in this Nanzhan Continent, and even if he can produce a Bodhisattva Buddha, it is absolutely not to be missed.

Besides, this ginseng baby's cultivation is weak, and he can't restrain his own breath, after today, maybe he will be taken away one day, and where will he find it when the time comes, he must be left behind today.

He gave a look to the driver who was driving on the side, and the driver immediately understood, his face turned cold, and he pulled his face and scolded: "Okay, it's really shameless, what kind of identity is the national teacher, if you obediently hand over this little child, glory and wealth are just around the corner, if you don't pay it, not only you, but also your family will be implicated!"

Just now Mo Chen said that he came to Beijing from other places, and this coachman was naturally unscrupulous, in his eyes, except for a few people in Luodu who could not be offended, the rest were not in his eyes, after all, the national teacher was the master of the emperor of the dynasty.

Mo Chen pretended to be frightened, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes, and said: "Since Master Wuxiang really likes it, I can't stop it, as long as I, a little servant, agree, I can." ”

Master Wuxiang bowed his head and bowed eleven times, and said, "Then thank you Gongzi!"

After that, he walked to Mingtai, and asked with a burning look in his eyes, "Are you willing to worship under my door, get rid of the earthly sea of suffering, and go to the Pure Land of the West Heaven to enjoy that boundless bliss?"

In this sentence, the old monk used the spell of the lotus flower of Buddhism, which was to abduct Mingtai by force, but unfortunately there were two big demons sitting next to Mingtai, and it was easy to crack his spell and invisibly.

This look, Mingtai is familiar with it, Mo Chen threw him on the mountain, a bunch of monks looked at him with this look, and he taught all the Taoist exercises in Qingjing, and he must not be interested in Buddhism, a little head shook like a rattle, and said continuously: "If you don't go, I don't want to be a monk!"

The method of tongue and lotus flower didn't work?

The great monk was shocked, but he didn't think much about it, attributing it to the miraculous body of this fairy grass, he said again: "It's not that you want to be a monk, poor monks also accept lay disciples." ”

"Then I won't go, I'll follow Childe, and I'll not go anywhere!" Mingtai wittily shook the pot to Mo Chen.

"Master, it seems that my little servant boy has no chance with Buddhism, hahaha" Mo Chen laughed softly with a little playful look in his eyes.

"Amitabha!"

With a straight face, he pronounced the Buddha's name again, and then said to Mo Chen: "That's not necessarily, the son might as well take this little boy to live in the temple of the poor monk for a few days, maybe this little boy will like the Dharma?"

Although the words are not serious, Wuxiang's heart has secretly decided that even if he is forced to cross today, he will turn this little boy into Buddhism, and as for the rest, he can't take care of it!

"Master, it's not okay, what else do I have to do when I go into the city?" Mo Chen pretended to be embarrassed.

"Don't worry, just stay for a few days, the temple of the poor monk is very close to here, and it won't delay the donor's business!"

Mo Chen and the others did not dodge or dodge, they all smiled and watched the performance of this unphased monk, except for Na Mingtai, his cultivation was low, as soon as this primordial spirit entered the body, his soul couldn't bear it, and he fainted all of a sudden.

"Huh? Are you !!?"

Suddenly, the Wuxiang monk shouted in horror, pointing at everyone trembling, as if he had fallen into great fear.

At the moment when the Yuan Shen entered the body, he sensed three unimaginably powerful breaths, two were extremely cold, one was warm and domineering, especially the warm and domineering breath, the Wuxiang monk felt as if he was facing the sun, and he only needed the sun to shine slightly, and he was about to be burned to ashes.

"Pony, what should he do?" asked Blacktail respectfully at Mo Chen.

Looking at the frightened and stupid Wuxiang monk, Mo Chen pursed his lips and said, "It's boring and boring." Then the palm of his hand gently brushed the top of Wuxiang's head, and the great monk vaporized in an instant, leaving only a trace of remnant soul hovering on Mo Chen's palm.

Mo Chen closed his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face for a long time and said: "It's a little interesting, it even involves the Mixed Yuan Dao Sect, the Demon Suppression Cliff, hahaha, this trip is really not in vain!"

After he finished speaking, his mind moved, and he fled into the city with a few people, leaving only a group of panicked people, and after he left, the coachman suddenly fell to the ground and was silent, and a trace of black gas in the shape of a small snake appeared from him, and then disappeared