The murdered monk made such a fuss, how could everyone still be interested in eating and drinking, and the banquet finally broke up.

In front of the window sill on the third floor of Huimeng Building, Wang Wenyao leaned over the railing and looked at the scenery of the East Market, while Bai Yuhe and Zhang Ziqi were talking on the side.

"Brother Zhang, are you going to return to the Divine Sword Sect?" Bai Yuhe played with the feather fan in his hand, and the noon sun scattered on him, shining him like a celestial man, "Don't you plan to play in this world's largest city?"

"Next time," Zhang Ziqi sighed, "My mission to go down the mountain this time has been completed, and the canonization ceremony of Shaozong is imminent, I have to rush back and pat the future head of the house." ”

"Hahaha!" White Feather Crane let out a wild laugh that didn't match his elegant temperament, "With the talent of a Taoist friend, do you need it?"

"Yes. Zhang Ziqi nodded seriously.

The wind suddenly rose, and the broken hair in front of the white feather crane's forehead was blown up, revealing his high forehead, and with the ancient crown of white clothes, it made people feel that he looked like a detached and secluded Confucian scholar.

But Zhang Ziqi, who had an in-depth conversation with him, knew what kind of person he was.

"Tut-tut, if the temperament of the white donor is divided into two by the little monk, the little monk will definitely be able to recruit a few good women for my Buddha. ”

Of course, it is not only Zhang Ziqi who understands the white feather crane, but also the killing monk who sympathizes with him.

"What's the matter, the master used the travel fee to reduce the female benefactor in the goulan again?" Zhang Ziqi said sarcastically as he looked at the killing monk who had gone and returned.

"I'm looking for the king's benefactor. The killing monk knew that the two were playing against each other, and he didn't pay attention to him.

Wang Wenyao was so depressed, he had long had the idea of recruiting a Dharma Junction Realm disciple for himself, and yesterday's defeat of the guards to Zhang Ziqi made his idea even stronger.

Although the Wang family has many law knots and even the Yuan realm, but only obeys the orders of the Wang family, he has no power transfer, he summoned the young monks of the Eastern Capital this time, just to take the opportunity to recruit, never thought that there was a thief monk, not to mention his plan, but also to treat the injuries of two monks for no reason.

"Lord Wang," the killing monk clasped his hands together, "the little monk suddenly remembered that the Buddha statue in the temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and if he goes back empty-handed, he will have no face to face the elders in the temple......"

"Master," Wang Wenyao glanced at Zhang Ziqi intentionally or unintentionally, "Let's talk about it bluntly, there are no outsiders here." ”

"Oh?" the killing monk looked surprised, "Most of the young people are so good at life, even the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect have become your lackeys." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Wang Wenyao wanted to express his closeness, but he didn't expect that the killing monk dog would have such a meaning in his mouth.

"I heard that the Wang family's caravan fished out a thousand-pound closed-eyed Guanyin statue in the middle of the river," without waiting for Wang Wenyao to explain, Kill Sheng said, "I want it." ”

Wang Wenyao didn't seem surprised by the request to kill the monk, he smiled playfully, "If it's just an ordinary Buddha statue, of course Wenyao is willing to sell his favor to the master." ”

"On the way back from transporting the Buddha statues, the caravan encountered more than a dozen attacks, and the two Dharma knots in charge of transporting them were transported back at the cost of one dead and one disabled. ”

The killing monk didn't talk much nonsense, and directly took out two tattered Buddhist scriptures from his arms and threw them to Wang Wenyao, and the white feather crane came to Wang Wenyao in a transposition and "brushed" and took the two books for him.

The white-feathered crane did not open it, but tested it into the book with his divine sense.

"There's no need to try it, there's no mechanism or drug in it," Kill said frankly, "A trick that has been used once will definitely not be used a second time." ”

Seeing that the white feather crane was still reluctant to open it, the killing monk looked embarrassed, "Is the little monk so despicable in your eyes?

"You guys!"

Seeing Bai Yuhe and Zhang Ziqi nodding in unison, the killing monk looked angry, as if he had really been misunderstood.

Bai Yuhe was still unmoved, the killing monk sighed helplessly, and took out two Buddhist scriptures from his body and handed them to him, "What about the trust between people? These two are my Langhuan Temple's unique secret techniques "Fudo Ming King Body" and "Vajra Descending Spell", a body technique and a mental method, and you can soar in the day when you cultivate to the transformation realm. ”

Bai Yuhe, who read through the Dao Collection, opened the book and looked at a few pages, "These two books are listed as second-grade spells in the "Tao One Sutra", if they are true, they are indeed rare spell cheats in the world. ”

"Of course it's true!"

"The three-grade spell cheats are rare, but my Wang family doesn't have them, not to mention that I can't cultivate as a mortal, what's the use of me?" Wang Wenyao said, his appearance reminded the killing monk of a street vegetable vendor.

The killing monk is really cunning, all day long, he will say it directly, but his plan to kidnap people and blackmail him has been recognized, and he took off the Buddha beads on his wrist with a painful face, and tore off one from it and handed it to the white feather crane.

The white feather crane put the Buddha beads under his nose and smelled it, and then put it in the sun and looked at it through the light, "Chaos is like a ball, the surface is transparent, and the sandalwood is implied, if I am not mistaken, this is a relic, it is the magic power of the Buddhist monk before his death, and it is a magic weapon to drive away evil spirits and protect the body, but ......"

The next words of the killing monk made the white feather crane almost throw the relics out, "This is also true, I watched them burn out of my uncle's body." ”

After some bargaining, the two sides sold for two cheats and three relics.

Wang Wenyao took the relics given by the killing monk as a deposit and nodded with satisfaction, although what the killing monk said was a little remarkable, but from the gentle power of the relics passed on to himself, it can be seen that this is indeed a good magic weapon, and whether the two second-grade cheats are handed over to his father or used to attract customers, they can bring him great benefits.

"The Buddha statue is now in the royal fiefdom, so I will have someone transport it to the Eastern Capital...... Master?

At this time, the killing monk was squatting in the corner, holding the string of Buddha beads and crying bitterly, "Uncle, the disciple is not filial, you have eaten fasting and chanted Buddha, slaying demons and demons for so many years, before you burned this string of relics, the disciple used half of it in a few days after going down the mountain, the disciple is sorry for you......"

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In front of the towering gate of the Eastern Capital, Zhang Ziqi, who was wearing a cyan robe, looked at the sky net formed by countless prohibitions, turned around and walked out, but he never thought that there was someone waiting for him here.

Zhang Ziqi looked at the monk from the Western Regions who was leaning against the city wall and looking at the sky boredly and laughed, "I really don't have anything of value on me, master, don't worry about me." ”

"Don't say that," Kill also laughed, "You have reached the Fa Junction realm at a young age, and your appearance is quite standard, and you should be able to sell it for a lot of money when you sell it to a good man's evil cultivator." ”

"I'm going to resist. Zhang Ziqi smiled shyly, the last time he laughed like this, five inner disciples of the Divine Sword Sect strayed into the sword abyss and were devoured by resentful spirits.

The killing monk shuddered for no reason, and waved his hand, "Forget it, you and I are mutually beneficial, and we still don't want to meet in the future." ”

"But I feel like we'll meet again in the future. Zhang Ziqi said seriously.

"The little monk has a lot of means to save his life. The killing monk shook his head.

"Okay. Zhang Ziqi pursed his mouth, carried two long swords, and went away in the sunset.

As Zhang Ziqi went away, the smile on the corner of the killing monk's mouth gradually disappeared, and he turned half of the remaining Buddha beads in his hand, not happy or sad.