Chapter 20 Expediency

"Poor Dao Law Tiangangzi, I have seen the holy monk!"

Chu Xin hurriedly returned the salute, and then took advantage of the fact that the god of the garden was not paying attention, and quickly gave Shakyamuni a look. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So, the two walked into a bush diagonally opposite the peach orchard one after the other.

"Why did the holy monk come to Pantaoyuan?" Chu Xin said straight to the point and did not hide it.

After all, Sakyamuni is a legendary figure who appears in the classics on the earth, and after seeing the real deity, Chu Xin is still a little excited.

Although it was the first time he had met Shakyamuni, he was very happy to make friends with this future Buddha, after all, he was the future leader of the sect, but it was hard to say whether Shakyamuni was willing to deal with him.

However, at this time, Shakyamuni was only a registered disciple under the ancient Buddha seat of the burning lamp, and he also had a good impression of Chu Xin, who knew at a glance that he was not an ordinary immortal, and was willing to socialize.

Shakyamuni clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk was ordered by his teacher to have a cause and effect. The details are inconvenient to tell you at this time, and if there is a fate in the future, the real person will know. Dare to ask a real person here, why is it here?"

"Haha, it's not convenient to say the details, in short, like you, Daoyou, you are here for the peach!" Chu Xin smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stared at the purple gold bowl in Shakyamuni's left palm, and asked, "This golden bowl looks like it exudes bursts of light, and it is not an extraordinary thing, I think it must be the treasure of the holy monk refining demons, right?"

The reason why Chu Xin asked this question was because when he saw this purple golden bowl, the corpse magic eye was automatically opened in an unconscious state, and he directly saw through the prohibition of the golden bowl and saw the "evil demon" sealed in the internal space.

This demon is a big beauty wearing a goose-yellow palace dress, a bun on her head, a duck egg face, willow eyebrows, and slender legs.

It's just that she exudes an aqua-blue mist all over her body, and the skin on her face, neck, and hands is also a little aqua blue.

Intuition told Chu Xin that the female demon sealed in Shakyamuni's purple gold bowl was a zombie who had lived for at least hundreds of years.

"A real person has a good vision, this treasure is indeed not an ordinary bowl, but a poor monk's demon treasure, the number of demons refined by this treasure has exceeded a thousand so far, and the strongest demon strength is equivalent to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the poor monk took a lot of effort to refine it. Seeing that Chu Xin took the initiative to ask about the magic weapon in his hand, Shakyamuni patiently introduced it.

Chu Xin deliberately asked: "I don't know what demon the holy monk has subdued this time, what is his strength, can he need the help of the poor road?"

Shakyamuni shook his head, as if he had seen through Chu Xin's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Real people don't have to beat around the bush like this, it's not a secret, the poor monk came to Pan Taoyuan this time to refine this demon! If Taoist friends can really help the poor monk and get even an immature peach, the poor monk will be grateful!"

"Is this true?" Chu Xin said in hot pursuit.

Shakyamuni paused for a moment and asked, "Amitabha, monks don't speak, and gentlemen are full of words, not to mention that the poor monk is a disciple of the ancient Buddha who burns the lamp?"

Chu Xin stretched out his index finger and touched his lower lip, frowned, and said, "That's it! Dare to ask, if Poor Dao really helps you get the peach, how are you going to be grateful to Poor Dao?"

"Amitabha, seeing that a real person is dressed up and is also a true cultivator, how can he ask such a ridiculous question? According to the convention agreed between the cultivators of the Heavenly Realm, the poor monk naturally agreed to a request within his ability!" Shakyamuni stared at Chu Xin's eyes seriously and said, "Real people won't be joking, right?"

Chu Xin was embarrassed and said: "Before meeting the holy monk, the poor Dao had never dealt with people in Buddhism, so if he lost his words, please ask the holy monk Haihan!"

He had not been in the Heavenly Realm for a long time, and instinctively thought that the Heavenly Realm was the same as the human world, and he didn't care about verbal promises.

In fact, on the contrary, the cultivators of the heavenly realm attach great importance to verbal promises as a cause and effect.

If it weren't for the memory of Tiangangzi before, the past experience of Tiangangzi in his subconscious reminded him, otherwise he would almost make a fool of himself!

"Don't care about real people, poor monks just say it casually!" Shakyamuni said: "Dare to ask real people if they have a strategy?"

Chu Xin looked left and right, and after finding that there were no suspicious eavesdroppers around, he said, "The holy monk can use the art of enchantment?"

Shakyamuni showed an expression of "the poor monk understands", and then waved his sleeves, and the monk's robe was windless.

A colorless space enchantment suddenly attached to the void and spawned, enveloping Chu Xin and Shakyamuni, isolating them from the outside world.

"This enchantment feels very powerful, could it be that the holy monk is also a master of the art of enchantment?"

When the spatial barrier appeared, Chu Xin's perception of the outside world disappeared in an instant, and the surrounding environment also turned gray, as if he had traveled to another time and space.

Shakyamuni said modestly with a smile: "Amitabha, the poor monk is not a master of the enchantment, but this enchantment is derived from the magic power of the Buddha and the Tao and the power of the law of the void, so it gives the Taoist friends an unfathomable illusion. ”

"I see!So what do we look like in the eyes of passers-by outside?Can you see the pedestrians outside?" Chu Xin raised his eyes to look at the enchantment, and said seriously.

"Naturally, it can be seen that the poor monk is the arranger of the enchantment after all. And in the eyes of outsiders, we are still talking as before. Shakyamuni explained, "This is the difference between this barrier and ordinary barriers, which are easy to detect without the blessings of illusion. ”

Chu Xin glanced at the situation around him and asked casually, "If Poor Dao wants to break the enchantment, does he need to find the weak link in the enchantment?"

Shakyamuni didn't know that Chu Xin had another profound meaning in raising this question, so he introduced Chu Xin to the subtle differences between the magic power of the Buddha Dao and the magic power of the Immortal Dao, as well as the advantages and disadvantages of each.

"Thank you to the holy monk for his teachings, and I am very grateful!" Chu Xin said solemnly.

He saw that the defense of the enchantment laid by Sakyamuni was extremely strong, and he was afraid that he would be able to block the blow of Mount Tai's crushing, considering that he would definitely meet a master of Buddhism in the future, and now he would understand the key to it, and then he would have a countermeasure.

Chu Xin asked tentatively, "Can the holy monk control the enchantment and cover the people outside at will?"

Shakyamuni clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, this enchantment was created by the ancestor of Buddhism in the past to trap demons, but I didn't expect that today's poor monks will use it again in order to refine demons!"

His implication was that he answered Chu Xin's question in the affirmative.

"Great! I also invited the Holy Monk to cover a fairy child who specializes in watering and fertilizing the peach orchard to come into this enchantment, the poor road is of great use!" Chu Xin said happily.

Shakyamuni hurriedly said, "Don't hurt his life!"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the Holy Monk is too worried! If the poor Dao does that, how is it different from the evil demon?" Chu Xin said righteously.

So, according to Chu Xin's request, Shakyamuni covered a fairy boy who looked seventeen or eighteen years old to come in.

When the fairy child saw the two, he was shocked, and his face was so frightened that he trembled, trembling, and trembling.

Chu Xin's shot was as fast as lightning, and a cloud-piercing finger was struck, knocking the fairy child unconscious and reading all his memories.

Then, he took out a pair of silver pearls, one large and one small, and handed the large one to Shakyamuni, and the small one remained in his hand.

"This is a pair of 'mother pearls', Taoist friends pay attention to the entry and exit of people at the entrance of Pan Taoyuan, if the situation is not good, please immediately crush this 'mother pearl', then the poor road in the hands of the 'pearl' will be turned into powder. I also ask Daoyou to leave the fairy child in the enchantment, and let him out when the poor Dao returns!"

"Amitabha, good, good! The real person is really thoughtful and resourceful! Admired by the poor monks!" Shakyamuni held the pearl and said.

As a result, Chu Xin changed his whole body bones, changed his appearance, and turned into the appearance of the fairy boy just now, and was sent out of the enchantment by Shakyamuni and returned to the bushes.

He looked at the gate of the Pan Tao Garden, carried the flat burden on his shoulders, carried two buckets of fairy dew spiritual water, and swaggered into the Pan Tao Garden.

"Pan Taoyuan, I'm here!"

At the moment when Chu Xin stepped into the Pan Tao Garden, the Queen Mother of the West, who was sitting on the throne of the Golden Mother Temple of Yaochi with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes.

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