"Childe, did you say that they have arrived in Fan City?"

As soon as Cang asked, Ning Ze also thought about Bailu a little, it went north with the family, and the silver bell was full of supplies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It should have arrived," Ning Zhi took the words, not in vain, but he suffered himself, half a month with a big bag and a small bag, but now it is better, riding a desert boat.

Ning Ze hugged the little mantra who was asleep, rode a camel and hurried, more than ten days of desert travel, they were tired of seeing the yellow sand, they were also used to sandstorms, they were sleeping on camels, everyone could.

"Seventh brother, there is a caravan ahead, there are people...... Ning Jian recovered from half-dead, it is too rare to see people in the desert, and it is such a large caravan......

The caravan was not only not as friendly as they imagined to Ning Ze, but also deeply guarded and repulsed.

Cang and Ning Zhu touched the nail a few times, their enthusiasm was gone, and they were depressed, Ning Ze didn't care, just passers-by.

When night fell, Ning Ze and they set up tents not far from the caravan, Cang and Ning erected one, Ren Xiao was alone, Ning Ze and Xiao Zhenyan set up their own tents, and Xiao Zhenyan gave Ning Ze a hand, and the little guy was already familiar with the process.

There is not much time, the five of them are finished, Xiao Zhenyan is now in spirit, looking for Cang and Ning Zhu to play, Xiao Hei and Xiao Pang are also active, they are always sick during the day, the sun is too big, they are uncomfortable......

Ning Ze sat in the tent, three Dao Nian were released, guarding the three of them, Ren Xiao didn't need him to worry about it, he was also a Taoist cultivator, practicing Qi was Ning Ze's daily homework, and in the Purple Mansion, the Guizang bottle was suspended in the North Stygian Sea.

The treasure bottle is even more dark and simple, only when absorbing the true qi of the Northern Underworld, it will be extraordinary, seven hundred and seventy true texts emerge, pouring into the true qi of the Purple Mansion, sucking it all in one gulp, and then pouring out the droplets, this is Ning Ze's unique way of practicing qi, the Northern Immortal is hidden, if it is in a place where the water and qi are abundant, the Guizang bottle can directly absorb the vitality......

"Tuk... Sincere... Sincere... The voice of the ...... grew louder and louder, and in this silent night, it was exceptionally clear.

The time was not long, and the sound stopped from far and near......

"Little donor, the poor monk watched your Yin Tang blacken, and the demon came to get married......"

"Master, how do you see it? It's amazing......"

"Hahaha...... It's all about the little monk's cultivation of the Futu discernment......"

"What kind of eyes are the eyes of Futu?"

"This ......"

"The Buddha has five eyes and six supernatural powers, so I don't want to have Futu eyes?"

"This ......"

When Ning Ze walked out of the tent, he saw a fat monk with his mouth wide open, constantly wiping his sweat, and Xiao Zhenyan was staring at the fat monk with a look of hope, waiting for him to answer.

"Yan'er, come here......"

"Abba, this master is so powerful, he can see the spell in Yan'er's body at a glance, and he has also cultivated the Futu Wisdom Eye...... which the Buddha has not cultivated," the little mantra Balabala told his father about his new discovery.

"The master is polite, and children are unscrupulous, so they don't have to take it to heart......"

"Don't dare, don't dare," the fat monk sweated more on his head, what day today, if you meet a child casually, you will understand Buddhism and know Buddhism, and now there is a giant.

"Where did the master come from, what are you doing here?" Ning Ze was very interested in this fat man, this cultivator was a kind of secret method of Buddhism, and he had a layer of mysterious power on his body, which was very vain......

The fat man's eyelids twitched, his heart chilled, he had the feeling of being seen through, didn't the old guy say that their sect was a hidden tantric sect, and no one in the world could see the truth and falsehood?

He hurriedly bowed down and said: "The little monk came from the Western Lingyin Temple, and saw that the little benefactor had deep roots in wisdom, so he came to make a good fate......

"Master Master is too powerful, Master Garno Ye also said so, saying that Yan'er has Huigen," Zhen Yan looked at the fat monk with a look of adoration.

"You...... You mean Garneau Night, Garneau Night Arhat?"

Ning Ze's face darkened when he heard his son's longing for Garneau, and he stared at the fat monk and said coldly, "To be honest......"

"Little monk... The little monk never spoke...... "The fat on the fat man's face began to tremble.

"Brother Ren, this master has far-sightedness, so I'll spend the night with you tonight," Ning Ze said.

Before the fat monk could figure out what it meant, he was carried into the tent by a cold-faced man in black.

As soon as he entered the tent, Ren Xiao's cold face was gone, and he was replaced with a hideous face, how long has it been, every night is himself, the place where the devil can't see is himself, what else can he do except loneliness and darkness every night, and finally someone will accompany him tonight......

"You...... You...... What are you going to do? Don't come here......" The fat monk hid in the corner, looking at the black clothes that kept walking into him with a frightened expression, shivering, and the black clothes were full of tyranny and madness, making his Zen heart tremble.

"Ah......h

"Abba, it seems that the master is calling!"

"Sleep, your Uncle Ren is telling ghost stories to the master!"

"Giggle...... Abba, the master is too bold, he is still a Buddha, and he is afraid of ghost stories...... "Little mantra is happy."

"Buddhism and cultivation have weaknesses, don't look at what they say is very powerful, they are all lies......" Ning Ze began to educate his son.

"Really? But ......"

"No, let's sleep!"

"Little monk tell the truth, let me go out ......"

Zhenyan, who had just been a little sleepy, was refreshed again, opened his eyes and said excitedly: "Abba, Uncle Ren's ghost story is so powerful, Yan'er wants to hear it......"

Ning Ze's face darkened, and he said to his son: "Your Uncle Ren is about to fall asleep, it's rude to disturb him now, let him tell you about it later......"

Then, he said angrily: "In the middle of the night, what is it called, and people can't sleep?"

Ning Ze meditated all night......

At dawn, everyone used some spirit fruits, Ning Ze began to pack up the tent, and Xiao Zhenyan ran to find the master.

The fat monk cried on the spot when he saw Xiao Zhenyan, and he confessed his mistake with a handful of snot and tears: "Little master, the little monk is wrong, the little monk has no other meaning, he just wants to turn into a fate, no, no, he just wants to cheat some money, he really has no bad intentions." ”

Xiao Zhenyan asked in disbelief, "Can't you see that I am under a spell?"

"Meng's is the little monk's, and the little monk says so when he sees everyone......"

"What about my Huigen?"

"Fake...... No, the little monk is saying, what the little monk said is false, Master Garnau said that you have Huigen, naturally you have ......"

"You...... You...... How can you deceive people, it's not good," the little mantra taught in a serious manner.

"It's... Be... Be...... The little monk changed, and he would never dare to ...... again."

Xiao Zhenyan said with a look of anger: "Seeing that you are so sincere, I will forgive you, as long as you tell the ghost story that Uncle Ren told you yesterday......"

"Ah!" the fat monk screamed in fear when he heard Ren Xiao, and quickly covered his mouth again, it was too inhumane, that was a devil, not a human ......

Ning Ze walked over and said with a smile: "Master, I haven't seen you all night, it's much more real." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, the little monk shouldn't lie to Mr., the little monk is guilty......"

"What are you cheating money for?"

"Sir, the little monk is also forced to do so, the little monk wants to build a temple and have a place to stay......" The fat monk said with a bitter face.

"There are so many temples and temples in the world, isn't there a place for you to be a little monk?" Ning Ze asked strangely.

"Mr. doesn't know, now the good temples are occupied by the Bodhisattva Arhats, and there are also the disciples and grandchildren of the Bodhisattva Arhats in the bad temples, there are many monks and few temples, it doesn't matter, they enter the temple, they are all slaves and servants, the little monks have entered a temple, and they can't stand the nest of ......"

Ning Ze smiled, this one really dared to say, but it was quite sincere, so he invited: "Be a guide for us, when we get to the West, I will return you a temple......