The old ghost went straight to the monkey's head mountain, he knew that Meng Huan was unprofitable and couldn't afford to be early, since he came here, he must have a treasure. If this treasure is obtained by him, if Meng Huan doesn't like it, he may return it to him, if Meng Huan gets it himself, nine times out of ten he will put it away and give it to him? Don't even think about it.

The old ghost was entering the mountain when he suddenly heard a man calling him.

"Donor, please stay!"

As soon as the old ghost turned around, he saw a little monk wearing a simple monk's robe, his eyes were shining, his hands were folded, and his eyes were burning at him.

"Little monk," the old ghost took a closer look, held back his words, and changed his words, "Monk, I see that you are full of treasures, do you want to give me one or two treasures?"

The monk looked confused, wasn't this what he was going to say?

"Where did the poor monk get the treasure, the donor is full of treasure light, can you take one or two poor monks?"

The monk still had a smile on his face and said to the old ghost.

"Hahaha, you little monk is to my taste, but if you don't give me a baby today, I won't let you go. ”

Without waiting for the monk to react, the old ghost rushed forward with a golden knife and a dragon horse.

Ryoma was originally a treasure similar to a puppet that he had refined, and he was easy to ride at this time, and the big golden knife and sword light seemed to be unpretentious, but it actually contained the power of this Xuan Xian's blow.

The monk was not flustered, he seemed to only have a cultivation at the level of a heavenly immortal, and he could only seal a protector when he went to Lingshan.

But he sacrificed a golden wheel, and he brushed it forward, and he actually brushed away the old ghost.

"Golden Wheel of Merit, you little monk is the reincarnation of a great sage, how can you have so many merits?"

"Since you know that I am the reincarnation of Daxian, why don't you sacrifice the treasure on your body?"

The old ghost didn't believe it, and he didn't stop, and slashed out again. This knife directly cut through the void, as if it was about to destroy the world, and suddenly appeared in front of the monk.

"Since it is the reincarnation of Daxian, there should be a spiritual treasure on his body, so let's hand it over to the old ghost!"

The monk was not confused by the old ghost's language, he looked at this knife with a solemn expression, his merits were not very much, the previous knife was the limit, and in the face of this second knife, he was powerless.

The golden wheel was blocked, but the others withdrew several miles away. And the golden wheel and the old ghost's knife collided together, directly destroying a mountain.

There is a lot of evil in this place, and there are no living creatures living here, so this knife only destroys a mountain.

But in this way, it made the evil spirit below explode, although the two were not afraid, but the monk didn't want to fight again, when it was obvious that he couldn't fight, how could he fight again?

"This donor, the treasure will be deposited with the donor first, and I will come back to pick it up every now and then!"

The monk borrowed his strength, collected the golden wheel, and turned around and ran.

I saw the old ghost standing there motionless, and he didn't seem to be interested in catching up.

The monk was about to run away, but he saw a golden light crashing towards him and smashing directly into his abdomen. However, the monk reacted very quickly, and the golden wheel swiped and blocked the blow.

The monk was about to fight back, but saw a man in gray standing there looking at him with a smile.

"Master Meng, why are you, I haven't seen you for a long time!" the monk touched his head and said embarrassedly.

Thinking that the gold-armored man didn't chase after him just now, if he didn't know what was going on, he would be stupid.

The fight was so loud before, how could Meng Huan not feel it, and when he came to see it, it turned out to be two people with the same smell, both wanting each other's treasures.

"Master, this kid has a lot of treasures, why don't we rob him?" the old ghost suddenly appeared behind Meng Huan and said flatteringly.

Meng Huan was about to speak, but he heard the monk speak first: "Oh, this benefactor, the poor monk Sanjie, is an old friend of your master, and today is just a joke with you." ”

The old ghost didn't believe this, he had just seen Meng Huan hit the monk.

Seeing that the two of them did not react, he continued: "If you like the treasure, I will give this Buddha treasure to the donor." ”

Sanjie took out a string of prayer beads and sent it to the old ghost.

The old ghost was not polite at all, took the rosary, and said: "The little monk is quite good, your robe is good, and your demon pestle is also good, but the material of this rosary is a little worse!"

The old ghost instantly moved to Sanjie, pulled and pulled at him, and raised the rosary in his hand.

"Donor, this monk's robe is not a robe, but the clothes of the poor monk, and the poor monk still depends on it for warmth, but it can't be given to you. And this is not a demon pestle, but a poor monk's burning stick, the poor monk still has to rely on it for food, and it will never be given to you!" Sanjie stepped back slightly, avoiding the entanglement of the old ghost, and did not dare to make a big move, afraid that the two of them would suddenly make a move.

"Little monk, your eyes will shine, how can you not know the baby, quickly give this robe to the old ghost to use!" The old ghost thought it was interesting, and even sighed in his heart, why didn't he have such good eloquence as this little monk?

"Well, old ghost, he is indeed my friend. Meng Huan couldn't stand it anymore and said something to stop him.

"Master of the Three Rings, long time no see. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, you have not only recovered from your injuries, but also taken a step closer to your cultivation. ”

The old ghost only felt pity and swallowed the rosary into his stomach. When it comes to what he has in his hand, he won't hand it over easily.

Sanjie's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't say anything, this was something he said he wanted to give him, could he still come back.

"Lord Meng Shizhu laughed, compared to the donor, the achievements of the poor monks over the years are not enough!"

What he said was sincere, to make a monk who could exert the strength of Xuan Immortal surrender, he couldn't do it yet.

Meng Huan didn't talk about this topic, he had just watched the battle between the two and saw the Golden Wheel of Merit of the Three Rings, so he could naturally guess how his injuries were healed.

It must be that the three precepts have made a great merit in these years, healed their injuries, and their cultivation has also taken advantage of this to go further.

"Why did the Master of the Three Rings come here?" Meng Huan diverted the topic.

"The poor monk is here for the evil spirits of this place!"

Meng Huan looked at him and seemed to understand why he was able to condense a golden wheel of merit in just a few years.

"The great good that the master has done!" Meng Huan praised, he knew very well how much evil qi had to be cleared in order to condense the invisible merit into a wheel.

"Da Shan, isn't it a forcible robbery?" Meng Huan just boasted, but listened to the old ghost whisper.

"Old ghost?" Meng Huan pondered, the old ghost seemed to be getting bolder and bolder, did he want to dispose of him.

Sanjie also heard it, and the expression on his face was very strange, and he didn't know what to say.

"Master of the Three Rings doesn't have to care, the old ghost is straightforward and fast-talking, and everything is too clear!"

“......”

What you said is even more plain! Sanjie was speechless in his heart.

"Why did that Taoist friend come?" Sanjie only changed the subject.

"I heard that there is a weapon here, so I came to take a look. ”

Meng Huan didn't hide it, because he didn't think that the monk of the Three Rings was his opponent.