Reiki is Reiki, a long-lost aura.

Feeling that every cell in his body was filled with that desire and greed, Mo Chen was extremely excited.

Just as he and An'er were walking towards the Dizang Temple, Mo Chen felt that he could actually absorb the aura, which was really unexpected.

You know, it is a ban under the hands of the saint himself, and who can break it?

Originally, Mo Chen was desperate, except for another saint, it was impossible for him to cultivate again, but where could he find another saint?

The taste of aura entering the body is so wonderful, like the feeling of a thirsty person drinking water in the desert.

Desperate for life, desperate for life!

This is a delusion, though.

After feeling the ecstasy of being able to absorb the aura of cultivation, Mo Chen soon found that he could not absorb much aura, as if it was restricted, and the speed of this absorption was far inferior even when he first started cultivating.

At this pace, even if he has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, I am afraid that he will not be able to reach the Scattered Immortals.

But it's better than nothing, you can always have some mana.

Mo Chen, who was full of disappointment after the great joy, comforted himself like this, but, why did he recover some mana for no reason?

As he walked, Mo Chen secretly speculated, thinking about what he had done today.

It's no different from the old days, huh?

Could it be, the Zhao family's bun shop?

I ate two more meat buns of the Zhao family today than usual, could it be that there are saints among the few people who sell steamed buns in the Zhao family?

Thinking about the Zhao boss who was naked, with a big belly chopping stuffing in the store, the Zhao family's mother-in-law who was more fierce and strong than a man who was selling steamed buns, and the four or five-year-old son who stood at the door to pee, Mo Chen felt impossible, saints, I had never heard that they had become like this.

No matter what, Mo Chen made up his mind that he would come down the mountain to eat a few buns later, and see if he could absorb more aura.

Quanshan is not high, the two of them walked for a while and returned to the Dizang Temple, the little monk had finished his lunch class, was cleaning the courtyard, saw Mo Chen and the two came in and carried a corpse, hurriedly threw a broom, and greeted them.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

The little monk looked at Mo Chen's blood-stained clothes, and his big eyes revealed worry.

Mo Chen put down the corpse and said to the little monk Jueqiao: "It's okay, it's okay, this blood belongs to An'er's mother, and she met a robber when she went down the mountain." ”

The little monk nodded cutely, and said with a sympathetic face: "Amitabha, all living beings are suffering, let the little monk chant for this benefactor and die peacefully." After that, he sat down cross-legged and began to chant one by one, and his small body still contained a bit of the demeanor of a monk.

But the big black dog lying on the side, smelling the blood, didn't come, and still lay there quietly.

"You rest in the temple, I'll go wash up. After instructing the young man, Mo Chen walked to the backyard, with aura, life has a rush, and he can no longer be so sloppy and sloppy in the sun all day long.

Don't ask why you don't use mana to remove the dust, this bit of aura is such a big amount of mana accumulated with a lot of effort, I'm afraid you can't even use a dust removal spell.

Well, by the way, there is also a meat bun, touching the meat bun in his arms, Mo Chen remembered that An'er was fragrant on the mountain, it should have been a missed lunch, so he turned back and handed it over.

......

Aunt Qing is also a young woman in her thirties who still has charm, but her appearance is far behind An'er's mother, and it was Mo Chen who asked the pilgrims who went up the mountain in the afternoon to help go to An'er's village to call up.

When Aunt Qing saw Liu An's mother's corpse, she didn't cry like a wail, but just shook her head and muttered, "I knew it would be like this, I told her I was going to fight for ......."

Liu An's mother and son and Aunt Qing were not the aborigines of the village, so they couldn't be buried in the ancestral grave in the village when they died, so they had to be buried in the Dizang Temple. As soon as the burial was over, Aunt Qing thanked Mo Chen for saving her life, and was about to leave with Liu An.

Mo Chen didn't stop him, he had just recovered some of his cultivation physique, and he was thinking about whether the experiment was a miracle effect of the Zhao family's steamed bun shop, and besides, Liu An was a mortal, and it was impossible for him to protect him for the rest of his life.

After Liu An and the two left, Mo Chen didn't sleep for a whole night, absorbing aura there, refining it into mana, and finally accumulating enough mana to cast a little stone into gold spell.

That's right, the stones that used to be used casually turned into gold can only be accumulated once in one night, and you can't point too big stones, you can only deal with some gravel and small stone chips, but well, it's enough to buy buns.

The day had just dawned, and the little monk Jueqiao hadn't gotten up yet, Mo Chen couldn't hold back his excitement in his heart, and ran out of the temple gate with a smoke, and ran to the town below the mountain, but the moment he came out of the temple gate, the big black dog sleeping on his stomach at the door opened his eyes, and forgot to glance at his back, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

It's a pity that Mo Chen's hurried behavior didn't have half an effect, although the buns in the Zhao family's steamed bun shop are thin and filling, and they are still delicious, but in Mo Chen's mouth, they taste the same as chewing wax.

It's not a bun and it doesn't work.

After eating a drawer and waiting for half an hour, the aura in the body can only be absorbed by wisps, and it can't speed up.

"So, your family is really not a saint!"

"No, no. Boss Zhao, who was dressed in a fierce atmosphere, was as docile as Mianyang, and said softly. And the mother-in-law of the Zhao family, who was sturdy next to her, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head shyly like a new daughter-in-law.

"Hmph, I don't think you either!" Mo Chen said viciously, threw the kitchen knife on the table that was on the neck of the two of them, packed a few meat buns by himself, threw down a golden stone casually, and walked out of the town.

"Uncle, don't want money, don't want money!" Boss Zhao picked up the gold and ran outside the store and shouted. This neurotic, came early in the morning to eat a drawer of steamed buns, and was stunned for half an hour, and then rushed into the store like crazy, picked up the kitchen knife with the stuffing and put it on his neck, and kept asking him if the two were saints, who would dare to accept the money of such a madman!

But Mo Chen ignored Boss Zhao's shouts, and walked towards the Dizang Temple by himself. His mind is now a mess of paste, and yesterday he ate the buns in this shop and then met Liu An, that kid was cut twice, and then he became able to cultivate, this can't eat buns, does he have to be cut?

Adhering to the scientific research concept of seeking truth from facts and experiment as the only criterion for testing truth, Mo Chen decided to give it a try.

So this morning, the little monk Jueqiao, who had just gotten up from the bed, saw a figure rushing to the firewood room, carrying an axe to chop wood, and slashing at himself frantically.

"Amitabha!" the little monk recited the Buddha's name in a daze.