Chapter 271

When he felt that there was no tea in the teapot, he placed the teapot on the table, but his palms were still tightly gripping the teapot, and the force was so strong that his knuckles were white.

"Xianmen is Xianmen, with a profound background, and I regard the monks of the world as chess pieces, and I only now realize that I used to be quite crazy, and I don't know if I was used as a chess piece. Qin Song snorted coldly, and with a click, the teapot in his hand directly shattered.

The little monk's pupils shrank, revealing a hint of surprise, and said, "Daoyou got the opportunity inside, and everyone else died?"

Qin Song easily destroyed a high-grade magic weapon, and only then did he feel a little dissipated in his heart, and said, "Do you think I killed those people in exchange for a chance?"

"Besides, is there any other way?" the little monk said this, gasped, and said, "You didn't follow the rules handed down from ancient times, and you survived, this is impossible!"

Qin Song smiled and said, "You all know the blood sacrifice, it seems that it is not an accident that you appeared here, monk, you are waiting for someone, who do you think will survive to the end?"

In fact, he already has the answer in his heart, if the expectation is good, the person waiting for the little monk should be Zhao Ya'er, because only Zhao Ya'er has the divine beast Neidan, and has that opportunity.

The little monk was silent, lowered his head, folded his hands, and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

Qin Song stood up, walked to the eaves of the pavilion, looked at the light rain pouring from the sky, and said, "I am merciful, great compassion." ”

"I'm waiting for a woman surnamed Zhao who promised to do something for me. The voice of the little monk came from behind him.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Qin Song's voice was very flat, and there was a momentum permeating out, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand and gently swept through the void, feeling the comfort of the wind blowing on his body.

On his upright body, there was a calm and deep momentum, and the white clothes on his body swayed gently in the wind, and a little rain fell beside him.

"This thing ......"

In Qin Song's induction, the little monk walked over, arched his hands, and held a ball of things in his hands, exuding a peaceful and pure atmosphere.

Qin Song looked sideways slightly, and suddenly felt a shock in his heart: "Buddha bone relics?!"

In the history of the Southern Wilderness, there are many Buddhist disciples, but people who become Buddhas are extremely rare, even if they are the legendary Buddhist geniuses in ancient times, they are still one step away from the realm of Buddha.

And at this moment, the little monk was holding in his hand, a crystal thing the size of a fingernail, which was actually a Buddha bone relic.

Buddha is not the realm of monks, but refers to wisdom, enlightenment, that is, the sages in the mouth of ordinary people, people with wisdom.

The Buddha bone relics are the treasures of the Buddhist family, Qin Song has seen some records in the Sword Pavilion Daozang, it is said that wearing it on the body can be contaminated with Buddha nature, increase wisdom, and have supreme magic for the cultivation of the monk's soul.

Moreover, there are some rumors that the Buddha bone relics have an opportunity for Daoji monks to break through the Yuan Shen Realm.

"The Buddha bone relic, on the top of the Buddha Gate Ling Mountain, shines day and night, it is the treasure of the Buddha Gate Town, how can it be worn by a little monk? Could it be that this thing is not a relic?" Qin Song frowned, and thousands of years appeared in his heart, making a speculation.

"When there was a change in the nine-story corner tower that day, a golden light pierced the sky, and the little monk went to pursue it to get this treasure. This thing was left by my Buddhist ancestors, and I just took it back. The little monk seemed to see something, and slowly spoke, his voice calm.

"I see. Qin Song nodded, remembering that when the little monk left, he said that when he said a big event and a big opportunity, it should refer to the mutation of the corner tower and the appearance of the relics.

"I'm waiting for Miss Zhao because I need the way of big dreams to help my soul enter the Buddha bone relics for enlightenment and cultivation. The little monk's voice was calm.

Qin Song stretched out his hand and took the relic, he held it in his palm and looked at it, it was as mellow as jade, and the peaceful atmosphere hit his face, as soon as he got it in his hand, he felt that his mind was clearer, his thinking was quick, and there was a comfortable feeling in his soul.

"It's a good baby, a good baby, haha, hahahaha......" Qin Song looked at the treasure in his hand and laughed low and sinisterly.

"Well, I will spare your life if you give this thing. Qin Song glanced at the little monk lightly.

The little monk's body shook obviously, and a pale suddenly rose on his face, which had always seemed very calm, but he was trying to keep his composure.

At this moment, a loud crane suddenly sounded in the distance.

Qin Song had already felt something, and the next moment, he heard a little girl's crisp voice: "Qin Song, is Qin Song you?"

"It's me. Qin Song responded gently, and in his eyes, a white cloud flew quickly from the dim sky in the distance, and the cry was loud, but in his ears, it was a little girl's excited cheer.

Soon, a white light fell in front of the pavilion, and the light dispersed, it was the little crane, with a pair of eyes that were watery, and let out a cry of anger: "A few days ago, why couldn't I find you, you scared me, you know?"

Qin Song's heart was softly touched, and he hurriedly walked over, gently stroked the snow-white goose neck of the little fairy crane, and said softly: "It's okay now, let's go back." ”

The little fairy crane had a lot of injuries on her body, and Qin Song, who was watching it, felt a faint pain in her heart, stretched out her palm, and gently stroked it, and the bronze catalog in her body slowly moved, turning into a continuous vitality, helping her recover from her injuries.

The little fairy crane showed an intoxicated look, squinted his eyes slightly, but snorted softly in his mouth: "Then you have to compensate me, after we go back, you have to cook me a lot of delicious food, otherwise I won't forgive you." ”

"Okay, okay. Qin Song smiled and hurriedly agreed, without returning the favor.

"I thought you were dead before, and I was going to die for you!" The little fairy crane can be said to be speechless and endless, this sentence made Qin Song's brain sweat, what is it called martyrdom for him, is there such nonsense?

However, he smiled in his heart and reassured himself, this is a child's words, the crane fairy is too young to understand anything at all, and it is understandable to say the wrong thing.

Who knows, when the little fairy crane saw him, he was not moved in the slightest, and immediately felt sad, his eyes full of spirituality were red, and he said angrily: "You have no conscience, I am so good to you, why are you not moved at all, you are angry with me!"

Qin Song felt that he was really crying and laughing, so he could only change the topic: "Why are you injured, is someone bullying you?"

"Hmph, when I came in, many people wanted to arrest me, and said that I was a demon clan, and they wanted to catch me and roast and eat, fortunately I ran fast, otherwise I wouldn't have seen Qin Song, woo woo woo ......" The little fairy crane seemed to mention the sad thing, and tears flowed.

Qin Song's heart became more and more pity, and at the same time, a fire broke out, and someone dared to hurt the little crane, it was simply bold, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.