"Old monk, they can obviously take you down, why do you have to give you a breath of time, what kind of talisman do you use!" In the forest where I don't know where it is, the baby was held by the old monk and said.

The old monk smiled and said: Because the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect has a rule that you must not harm your fellow disciples. However, it is possible to seal people, but no one has sealed them, because the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect stipulates that if he wants to seal before that calamity, he must find a blessed land to seal for him to cultivate, that is not a seal, that is for him to retreat.

The baby looked at the old monk and said, "Why do you speak a bit like a Taoist person, not like a Buddhist person?"

The old monk smiled awkwardly and said: That was a habit I developed in Daomen back then, and I can't change it now. I thought that I was a genius disciple of the Daomen back then, but unfortunately I got a inheritance that year was the abbot of the previous generation of Buddhism, so I was directly robbed by the Buddhism.

The baby said suspiciously: Do you care about the door?

"Because my outstanding talent is envied by those of my peers, even the head... , I heard that I got a Buddhist inheritance and brought me a crime and kicked me out, oh Buddha Mita. The old monk also saw their faces clearly before returning to my Buddha," the old monk sighed softly.

The baby's eyes looked at the old monk and said: But I don't believe it!

"Forehead, look how round the moon is, look at the stars..." The old monk looked up at the sky that was always night, and sometimes the wind blew away the fog and could still see the moon.

"Yes," the baby's eyes seemed to look through the fog at the starry galaxy.

"What are you made of, do you have a name?" asked the old monk.

"They call me a memorial, but I don't like the name, guess what, if you guess that day, I'll give you something fun," the baby said with a smile.

"Oh Buddha Mita, wait for the old man to calculate a hexagram," the old monk said as he took out six bamboo sticks from the void.

"You can also tell hexagrams" The baby watched the bamboo stick in the old monk's hand throw it into the void, and suddenly the bamboo stick spun, but it turned around twice and fell to the ground.

"Well, the old man has figured it out, but I don't like your little thing, so I won't say it," the old monk smiled.

"But you haven't seen it yet, how do you know you don't like it?" said the baby, looking at the old monk.

"It was the Buddha who told me. Didn't you say that you don't like to call the Ming Ming? You come with the rain, how about calling the Ming rain? ”

What kind of eyes do you have, don t think that I don t dare to hit you when you are young, the old monk pointed at Ming Yu and said.

"You are using the means of Taoism, saying that the Buddha told you that the ghost believes you. Mingyu, I think the sacrifice sounds better. Ming Yu looked at the old monk with disdainful eyes.

"Oh Mida Buddha, the old man is going to catch a little ghost and come over to see if he believes it or not" The old monk put down his staff and kneaded Ming Yu's little face with one hand, looking at his angry expression.

"Bored, let go of your hands. Take me to the city to see, I haven't seen the ghost domain yet," Mingyu said in his immature voice.

"What's so good-looking, it's all the same, the yin ghost doesn't look the same as us, I'll take you to see how the yin flower is very beautiful, it's very precious, there is only one place in the entire ghost domain" The old monk's evil hand let go of Ming Yu's face and said.

"Yin Hua, it's not very nice to listen to the name, the most important thing is that I don't believe in your taste" Ming Yu closed his eyes and seemed to be a little sleepy.

"Don't believe me, I'll take you to see it. The old monk looked at Ming Yu and closed his eyes and stopped talking.

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Night, the night that never disappears, the old monk's eyes looked at the bright starry sky through that, and sighed softly: The flowers have withered!

Ming Yu gently opened his eyes and looked at the sea of flowers that had withered: people have life and death, flowers bloom and fail. When a person dies, he can't come back, and when he dies, he can wait for the next year. Isn't it?

The old monk held a talisman in his hand, obviously without a trace, and said: Yes, people can't come back after they die, but they can be reincarnated. Come on, come on, come on, a few Taoist friends, why don't you try it?

"It's gone, no wonder this guy will be kicked out of the door. But I have to say that this guy is quite powerful, and he can sneak in here under our guard. Several people looked at the phantom left in the air and said.

In a small city, Ming Yu looked at the scattered ghosts and said: When I grow up, I will come by myself.

The old monk smiled awkwardly: "So timid, the old man is here to play with you today, not to overtake them."

Ming Yu smiled and said, "Do you know how to refine weapons?" I think you can do a lot.

The old monk sighed lightly: Alas, there is no way, who called me talented, not to mention refining, I can do alchemy.

"Well, I forgot, when it comes to your realm, it won't, it will be a little," Mingyu whispered.

The old monk pinched Mingyu's little face and said, "I heard it." What kind of spiritual weapon do you want to refine?

Ming Yu said angrily: Don't pinch my face. Dagger.

"But can you hold it, little baby," the old monk let go of his hand and squeezed Mingyu.

"You don't have to worry, I have a way, you can refine it for me. Ming Yu closed his eyes and said.

"I'm sleepy again, it's only been a long time," the old monk said softly.

"I just closed my eyes, the exercises of your Buddhism shouldn't be able to be passed on!" Mingyu opened his eyes and looked at the various exercises on the street, there are Taoist gates, Buddhist gates, demon clans, demon clans... You can all cultivate the exercises to the human immortal realm.

"Oh Buddha Mi, that was before, and now it's almost all over the world, and in order to deal with that calamity, several major clans have made a lot of money. The old monk said.

"Calamity. Is it a duel between gods and immortals," Mingyu said.

"You still know a lot, that's what I said above, but I'm just a registered disciple, and I can't know much about the real things," the old monk said, looking at the deserted street.

"Oh, yes, take me to where you live, I'm sleepy, don't say no" Mingyu looked at the embarrassed old monk and said.

"Oh Buddha Buddha, the monks are all over the world, and when I get there, I don't have to sleep in the scriptures, so?" the old monk said embarrassedly.

"You are stupid, you are an immortal, an immortal, is it so difficult to have a house?" Ming Yu looked at the old monk like a fool.

"Lao Wei has returned to Buddhism, I don't want to hurt the flowers and trees, just like you, I didn't hurt anyone in my previous life. The old monk closed his eyes and said.

"Me? I had to do it," Ming Yu closed his eyes, and this time he was really asleep.

"That's it, I'll look for it," the figure of the old monk disappeared into the street.

"Flowers bloom for a lifetime, and flowers for a lifetime, and I will come to see you again for Yin Flowers..."