However, it was said that Meng Huan took out the golden black crown feather and was about to refine it, but a bald monk appeared, staring at the crown feather in Meng Huan's hand.

"Are you?" Meng Huan put away his crown feather and stared at the monk cautiously.

The bald monk was wearing a yellow monk's robe, with a round face and big ears, a small bag hanging from his waist, and his breath was vague, so Meng Huan couldn't see his depth.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Huangmei, the donor is polite!" The big-eared monk smiled kindly, but Meng Huan became nervous, Huangmei Monster, isn't it the one who set up the Xiaoleiyin Temple, the boy of Maitreya Buddha?

"The master is polite!" Meng Huan knew that this person had a seed bag, and he must not be his opponent, so he didn't act rashly.

"The donor has a relationship with me, why don't you go to my temple to live?"

The yellow-eyed monster seems to have obtained the true transmission of Maitreya Buddha, turned into a big-eared monk, and smiled.

"I want it!" Meng Huan had a smile on his face, but he secretly scolded Huang Mei in his heart for being shameless and going to house arrest him.

If Meng Huan replied that he didn't go, it was estimated that what was waiting for him would be the golden cymbal or the human seed bag, Meng Huan clearly saw that the eyes of the yellow-eyed monster staring at the crown feather in Meng Huan's hand before were a kind of surprise and greed.

However, the Yellow Eyebrow Monster wants to put him under house arrest, so his life is in danger for the time being, and when he relaxes, Meng Huan has a chance to escape.

"Okay, the donor really has Huigen, I don't want the green lion to be like them, I only know pleasure!"

Is it the mount of the Bodhisattvas of Western Buddhism?

"Donor, please come with me!"

The yellow-eyed monster walked in front, Meng Huan followed, and after a while, he arrived at a temple, magnificent, hanging with a golden plaque, with the words "Little Leiyin Temple" written on it, Meng Huan knew it in his heart, and was not surprised, and the yellow-eyed monster did not explain anything, and did not react to Meng Huan or pursue it.

There seems to be only one person in the temple, there is no incense here, but the Buddha's light is shining, and sandalwood is permeated everywhere, which is quite meaningful.

The yellow-eyed monster took Meng Huan to the main hall, and the strange thing is that there is no Buddha here, and there is only one table and four futons in the main hall, which is empty.

"Donor, please take a seat!" the yellow-eyed monster sat on one of the futons first, and then let Meng Huan sit.

Meng Huan didn't doubt that he had it, and he also made it on a futon next to the Yellow Eyebrow Monster.

There are two scriptures on the offering table, although Meng Huan is a little old, but it is very complete, and there is no defect at all.

"What does the donor think of my little Leiyin Temple?" Huang Meiwei picked up one of the scriptures and began to look at it, Meng Huan fixed his eyes and saw that there were three big characters written on it, "Maitreya Sutra", the penmanship is round, containing Buddhist principles, which makes people happy, and it is worthy of the word Maitreya.

"Why don't you offer a single Buddha in this little Leiyin Temple?" Buddhism can adopt faith and practice, how can there be no Buddha statue?

"Amitabha, the donor is laughing, have you ever heard that there will be Buddha statues in Leiyin Temple?" said the yellow-eyed monster with a smile.

With such a big heart, he actually compared himself to a true Buddha, you must know that those titled Buddhas are all Taoist cultivators above the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"This is different, there is a real Buddha on the Da Lei Yin Temple!"

The yellow-eyed monster still had a smile on his face and said, "Is the donor saying that there is no true Buddha in my little Leiyin Temple?"

Meng Huan stared at the yellow-eyed monster, not knowing how to answer.

"He's not playing a trick on me, and if I don't, won't he have a chance to do it?"

Meng Huan's eyes changed, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Donor, if you look at my two scriptures, they can be compared to two true Buddhas!" The yellow-eyed monster put the scriptures on the offering table, Meng Huan finally knew the usefulness of this offering table, and he was relieved.

"These sutras are comparable to the real Buddhas, and I don't think they seem to be of any special use. Meng Huan really couldn't see anything special about these two scriptures.

The yellow-eyed monster smiled but did not answer.

"What is this Yellow Eyebrow Monster asking me to do here? I haven't done anything yet!" Meng Huan was a little uneasy, he didn't know what the Yellow Eyebrow Monster was trying to do, and his fear came from the unknown.

"Since the donor thinks that these two scriptures are not true Buddhas, how about I recite a sutra and let the donor listen to it?"

The yellow-eyed monster didn't wait for Meng Huan to refuse, so he took the Maitreya Sutra and read it.

A burst of beautiful sound came into Meng Huan's ears, as if countless people were whispering, Meng Huan couldn't understand the meaning of the scriptures, but he couldn't help but indulge in them.

"No, is he trying to temper me?"

Although Meng Huan suspected that the Yellow Eyebrow Monster wanted to neutralize him, he couldn't break free from this scripture.

After a while, the voice seemed to stop, and Meng Huan only heard the continuous laughter of people in his ears.

"Huh...... Hehehe...... Hehehehehe......"

It's like a magic sound that makes people laugh along.

"Sure enough, it's related to my Buddha!"

Meng Huan vaguely heard this sentence, coming from a very far away, and then there was a roaring sound, which conveyed helplessness and hatred.

Meng Huan has always been immersed in this kind of world, without desire, without thought, formless and formless, and he himself seems to have forgotten what kind of existence he is.

......

In the silk hole, seven spider spirits entangled Lu Qi and refused to let him go.

"Brother Seven, if you leave, what should we do?"

Lu Qi looked into the distance, why didn't he want to stay with a few little spiders, more than 20 years ago, he slowly awakened the memory of his previous life, and began to wander around, without a fixed place.

"I'm still too affected by the memories of this life!"

Lu Qi comforted the spider essence and said in a harmonious voice: "It's not that I won't come back, the Sun True Fire Essence here has been completely refined by me, I want to find the next Golden Crow Spring Pool and improve my cultivation." ”

"Can't you take us with you?" said a spider spirit.

Lu Qi was a little embarrassed, he went to find other sun springs, but I don't know if it was occupied by others, if it was occupied, there would be a vicious fight.

This Dirt Spring was still the territory of the seven clouds in the Heavenly Court, and someone helped him borrow it for him to practice, so that he could practice here without much effort.

"No, it's too dangerous for me to take you with me. "He also wants to find the body of his eldest brother, where there is an imperial inheritance.

"It's dangerous for us to stay here, so you might as well take us with you!"

"Hmph, if you keep following me like this, how can I become a demon emperor with peace of mind, and how can you become my demon concubine?" Lu Qi was a little angry and said loudly.

There was silence for a while, and several spider spirits were speechless.

"It's a big deal, don't we deserve to be a demon concubine!" the spider spirit whispered.

Lu Qi relented and hugged her. But this piece of heaven and earth originally belonged to his family, and he would regain the position of emperor no matter what!

"Okay, I'll leave a ban on you, and if you are in danger, I'll be there immediately!"

The technique of turning the golden crow into a rainbow, known in the Three Realms, does have this speed.

He didn't want people like Meng Huan to appear and make the seventh girl hurt again.

"Is it still affected by the memory of this life?, how could I be dragged by the red dust as the son of the Demon Emperor?" Lu Qi sighed, but did not cut off this fate.