"What a strong demonic aura! Such a thick bloody aura!" The tin staff slammed heavily on the mountain rock, and the old monk let out a long sigh.

"Master, can't you take it? Then we can't explain to the people in the village below the mountain, or do we run away like we did last time we caught demons?"

The little monk with the blanket on his back looked at the master's melancholy appearance, and then looked at the steep mountain road next to him and the cliff on the side, thinking about whether to escape.

"We're not running away, we're going to practice!" The old monk was a little angry, how could this kid always expose his shortcomings

"Ah, master, that man is going to commit suicide!" the little monk was so shocked that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

The old monk raised his eyes and looked, not far away, sure enough

A woman, with her long hair and clothes fluttering in the cliff wind, seemed to be about to jump off a cliff ten thousand feet high.

"Donor--Slowly-"

The woman smiled back, leaped into the depths of the cliff, and leaped into the depths of the cliff.

"No, you can't!"

The old monk uncovered the gourd, and the man fell from the cliff and was sucked up into the gourd.

"Fortunately, I haven't used it today, but fortunately, it's within ten zhang. The old monk wiped the cold sweat that broke out.

"Master, let's run away quickly, your gourd is useless today!" The frightened little monk knew that the only treasure gourd that could come in handy when the master caught demons could only be used once a day, and it could only be used within ten zhang.

Once I caught a demon in Beishan Town, it was because I accidentally used the master's gourd to catch the hateful chicken that I couldn't catch, and the master didn't know, so I took it to catch the demon and almost lost my life.

Now that the demonic aura on the mountain is so heavy, will it happen to meet that man-eating monster?

The people in the village at the foot of the mountain said that the monster had eaten a dozen woodcutters and cattle herders.

The old monk glared at him, and knew in his heart that the apprentice was right.

Who said that he had followed the demon collector master who was famous far and wide and had such an unfathomable Taoism, but he didn't work hard to practice, and the spell he learned worked twice out of ten times was considered good.

The demon collector knew he was useless. Before another cloud tour, he was afraid that he would lose the face of the master whether he starved to death or cheated to eat and drink, so he sighed and gave himself this treasure gourd, allowing himself to rely on this demon hunt to eat, and declared that only by studying diligently and practicing hard can he use this treasure gourd freely.

However, as it stands. I can only do it once a day.

"Then let's go down the hill and send this benefactor home. After the old monk finished speaking, the mouth of the gourd leaned downward, and in the thick smoke, the woman rolled out.

"Donor, are you alright?"

The woman's eyes were closed, probably stunned.

"Female benefactor-" The little monk squatted down and twisted a thin grass to poke her face, "Female benefactor-"

With a "thump", the woman slowly opened her eyes.

"Ahh Monsters—ah—" The old monk exclaimed in shock, monsters, the woman's blood-red eyes.

"It's pink eye, how can a monster commit suicide?" The apprentice little monk is quite bold. Unhurriedly.

"Of course I'm a monster!" the woman gave the little monk a blank look, got up, and shook the dust off her body.

Then he frowned, and turned his head to reprimand the old monk: "You two stupid monks." Why do you want to save me? You're full, you know I'm a monster, and you want to save me? You idiot, you!"

The monster said stupidly, and walked to the edge of the cliff again.

"Monster donor, we Buddhism purify all sentient beings!" the old monk hurriedly shouted.

"It's called the donor. Then I will give you my flesh and blood, but you will have to go down the cliff and pick it. The monster smiled back and continued toward the edge of the cliff.

"Why do you want to commit suicide? I finally became a monster, why do I want to die?" the old monk wondered.

"Even if it's a youkai, youkai have a reason for youkai to die!" The youkai didn't look back, and continued to walk slowly.

"What reason?" The old monk was even more puzzled, he had cultivated into a monster, and his lifespan was so long, why did he still look for death and life.

"That's not what you should know!" the youkai smiled and jumped deeper into the cliff.

"Is it really a bit of a disregard? In this case, alas," the old monk bit his finger, dripped blood into the mouth of the gourd, and raised it to the cliff and shouted: "Ma Mi Ma Li coax-"

"Whoosh-" The female monster was sucked back again, and the old monk quickly tightened the stopper.

"Master, you lie to me, your gourd can be used twice a day!" the little monk shouted with some dissatisfaction.

"I can use it twice once in a while, I forgot to tell you this sentence!"

In fact, the old monk still didn't say the whole thing, this gourd is actually a demon gourd, when the demon master gave the gourd to the old monk, he said that if you use the user's own blood to drip into it, you can use it without being limited by the level of cultivation.

However, when the blood drops for the tenth time, the user's soul will be seized by the demon gourd, and the gourd itself will become a gourd.

Therefore, the old monk did not dare to use it, and this time he used it, and the old monk regretted it too late.

"Monk, your head is eaten by insects, save me again!" the monster complained loudly as it kicked around in the gourd.

"Master, we're here to destroy the monsters, not to save them, why do we want to save her? Why do you want to save her?" The little monk was puzzled and pulled the old monk's robe.

"We're also here to collect demons, so I didn't say we had to destroy them. I didn't say when I would be eliminated!" the old monk gently knocked on the door of the little monk's head.

"Master, then why did you save this monster? No matter how beautiful it looks, it is still a monster? Did the master break the lust ring?" the little monk touched the place on his head that had just been knocked by the old monk, and muttered in confusion.

"Boom-"

A heavy shudder slammed on the little monk's head.

"The demonic aura is so heavy, let's run away! No, let's hurry up and practice, well, that's it" The old monk grabbed his robe and strode forward.

"It's really a runaway, master, it's not what I said this time. When the little monk said this, he stood far away, for fear that the old monk would hit his shiny little head with another shudder.

"Go, go, talk less nonsense. ”

"Old monk, let me out! Let me die!" the monster screamed even more.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you die, but not now. The old monk casually coaxed the monster.

Buddhism's rule of "not slanging" was thrown into the back of his mind.

The old monk is actually not very suitable to be a monk, and he feels that he is often not as diligent as his apprentice the little monk in terms of cultivation.

However, as a master, this sentence cannot be said to the apprentice, but the action cannot be concealed no matter what. (To be continued......)