A few days later, in the mountain behind Jinlong Village, outside a big cave, many forces gathered, crowded, and crowded.

This is the entrance to the treasure, like a well, with a large mouth facing the sky, and I don't know how many lives have been devoured to this day.

Wang Yi hid in the crowd, looking at the entrance of the big cave in the distance, and people performed their own stunts, pounced inside, and sank into the darkness. I saw those who went in, but I didn't see them out.

"Amitabha!

In the body of a Buddha's horn, the monk I saw a few days ago appeared above the entrance of the cave, volleying in the void, and the whole body was exuding a faint light, as if the living Buddha had come to the world as sacred and inviolable.

As the people prepared to go in to hunt for treasure, they stopped and looked at each other.

One person stepped forward and said, "Is there something wrong with the master?"

They can't help but be careless, the person in front of them can levitate in the air without any foundation by virtue of the void and the wind, if there is not a special method, it is a true immortal who has cultivated to the Soaring Cloud Realm!

If the first possibility is okay, if it is really because of cultivation, I am afraid that none of the people present are one of them, and even everyone together is not his opponent.

Starting from the Fengchu Realm, even if you have stepped into the avenue of cultivation, and this cultivation is divided into five realms.

Fengchu Realm, Qin Mood Realm, Tengyun Realm, Huiyang Realm, Qianyuan Realm.

Soaring clouds and driving fog, relying on the void to resist the wind, that is the ability of the monks of the Tengyun Realm, such a character, in the world, can be called a master, go to heaven, that is a true immortal!

Although there are many people here, the cultivation is the highest, that is, in the late stage of the Fengchu Realm, and between the Tengyun Realm, there is a whole big realm!

How to fight?

Can't hit!

The monk walked in the air, looked around, sighed, and said, "Amitabha, donors, please listen to a story about the poor monk." Many years ago, the Buddha ......"

In this way, under the service of countless people, this monk safely told the story of the Buddha's preaching and preaching, preferring to starve to death rather than kill. I have to say that the monk's flickering skills are still there, and a small story is told in a tone and tone, which is much stronger than those storytellers.

After a story was finished, the monk asked kindly, "How do you feel after hearing this story?"

Feelings?

Although the story told by the monk is very good, if ordinary people listen to it, they must be fascinated by it, but the people present are not the powerhouses of the Fengchu Realm Tianmen Realm, all of them are determined, let alone tell stories, even if the Buddha does such a thing in front of them, they will not move their eyebrows.

But can you just say that you didn't listen?

No!

Now there are so many people with quirks, who knows what kind of mentality this monk is in front of him?

A person stepped forward and said, "What does the master mean is that let us follow the example of our ancestors, and we can't disregard human life for the sake of profit?"

The monk smiled lightly: "That's right!"

The man also laughed and said, "Master, please rest assured, after listening to the master's words, I will be like an initiation." Today, we will only take treasures, and we will not kill anyone!"

The people around him, no matter how stupid they were, understood it, and responded one after another, promising not to kill anyone, but only to take treasure.

The monk laughed again, but there was a lot of bitterness in this smile.

He stepped out of the place, and the people laughed and went down to the big hole, and in a short time, a stream of blood rushed into the sky.

The monk hid in a hidden place, his face was sad, obviously he was only middle-aged, but his body was rickety, as if he had aged dozens of years.

The smell of blood pervades the earth and can be smelled by everyone. But they pretend not to smell, or that they are used to it.

The smell of blood represents killing, but why killing? Because below, treasures are discovered, and people of many forces begin to compete for each other, so that people will die, and only then will the smell of blood be born!

If there is a treasure and they can rob it, why can't I?

As a result, more people poured out.

That treasure that rises to the sky is like an abyssal beast that has always been an abyssal beast, opening its bloody mouth and devouring life one by one.

The monk's eyes flashed and he looked at the huge mouth, although it was all dark, the monk saw the scene inside, a sea of blood.

The crowd was surging, and those who were not afraid of death were squeezing inside, but there was a figure walking in the opposite direction and going outside.

The monk was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "It is worthy of a person who has read Mahayana Buddhism, and he can resist the temptation of treasures, amazing!"

The figure moved, fluttered, and flew towards Wang Yi.

"Donor, please stay!"

Wang Yi trembled all over, and there was a feeling of being cursed, this line ...... Shen Gongbao or Zhun Ti?

No, there are no these two people in this world, and the existence of Shen Gongbao and Zhun Ti has never been mentioned in Journey to the West.

When he turned around, he saw the monk standing behind him with a kind smile on his face. Wang Yi's spirit was shocked, I didn't know yesterday, but today I know, this monk should be the cultivation of the Tengyun Realm, and I don't know how many layers this realm is.

However, it is appropriate to be better than yourself.

"Hello master, may I ask the master, is there something wrong with me?"

The monk said: "Nothing to do, I just want to talk to the donor about yesterday's sentence, the sentence 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha', where does it come from?"

How do I know that!

"I'm sorry Master, I don't know. ”

"Does the donor know anything else......"

"This ...... I'm afraid I can't remember. ”

It's ridiculous that a monk wants to discuss Buddhism with me, I believe in science or not!

"That'...... Disturb the donor......"

The monk languished and left.

Back in Jinlong Village, in another inn, Wang Yi took out a bronze mirror, and then black shadows carried boxes of things and walked out of the mirror.

This is the Black Shadow Corps, Wang Yi went to the treasure today is not in vain, the Black Shadow Soldiers have already relied on their own characteristics, drilled into the big hole, dodged all the mechanisms, and moved all the treasures into the mirror world.

And then they moved it over.

When a box was opened, a majestic aura swept out in an instant, forming a mist of aura, making the room a fog.

Millennial Ginseng!Millennial Ginseng!A box full of Millennial Ginseng!

Of course, the millennium here refers only to the minimum number of years, in fact, it is more than a thousand years. At the bottom of the box, Wang Yi also found a 9,000-year-old ginseng, which was almost 10,000 years old.

The second box, the spirit jade, the best hundred-year-old spirit jade, is also full of boxes.

There are a total of twenty boxes, and each box is full of excellent treasures, if you take them all to cultivate, it is really possible to cultivate to the realm of immortals...... Although Wang Yi didn't know how many resources an immortal needed to cultivate, it didn't matter, it was just a metaphor.

After putting all this away, Wang Yi began to ponder.

The purpose of coming here, one of which is to obtain the treasure, has been accomplished. The second is to retaliate against the bloodthorn organization, although under the big hole, the black shadow soldiers have killed a lot of bloodthorn killers, but they don't understand the hatred at all, so it is equivalent to unfinished. The third is to block Lu Mingyue, which is even more invisible.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on Bang Bang Bang's door.

"Open the door, donor, it's me!"

Wang Yi's eyes rolled and an idea popped up.