"Brother Daoist should not say nonsense, the poor monk is a monk, and without evidence, Brother Daoist should not slander the poor monk like this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"You ......"

Mu Qing was stunned by the golden cicada's answer, the golden cicada is the golden cicada cultivated into a human form, and the cicada sucks the sap of trees for a living, this guy can be cultivated to what he is today, in addition to the golden cicada's own talent and the Buddha, I am afraid that the Bodhi tree is also very meritorious, although he is a monk, but if he really wants to suck Mu Qing, Mu Qing has no ability to resist at all now.

"No wonder you can integrate the essence of plants and trees into the elixir, no wonder you can recognize my identity, no wonder you have to keep me, you are ready to keep me as a long-term food source!"

"Amitabha! These are just the imagination of the Taoist brother, the poor monk is a monk, although he was a monster before, and he has some appetite for the grass and trees, but since he took refuge in my Buddha, the golden cicada has gone to this desire, and the Taoist brother cannot slander the poor monk at will. ”

Although Jin Chanzi explained this, Mu Qing still looked in disbelief, and finally he couldn't help it and smiled at Mu Qing:

"Okay, I admit it, I originally planned to keep you and raise you, but everyone is a demon clan at the same time, and they are all sentient beings, so the poor monk will let Brother Dao leave, since it is already like this, what does Brother Dao still suspect?

"you, repay yourself, you think too much. ”

Mu Qing already understood Fang Cai's joke of the golden cicada, although there was no danger, this guy's personality was indeed a bit of a headache.

The monk who is not like a monk with Jin Chanzi has spent a lot of time, Mu Qing thought of the location in the depths of Lishan, his heart couldn't help but tighten, he gave up talking to Jin Chanzi and began to practice the exercises, since Jin Chanzi no longer forced himself, Mu Qing must speed up the repair of his physical injuries, so that he can return to Lishan as soon as possible.

Seeing Mu Qing turn to cultivation, Jin Chanzi made a boring expression, but he didn't do anything more, but meditated silently on the side and began his own practice.

Under the pressure of time, Mu Qing practiced for a long time, until he could no longer support it, and then fell asleep.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Mu Qing saw that he was once again surrounded by Sanskrit, and Jin Chanzi closed his eyes and did not look at him, looking at the sky outside, the sun had risen, and the appearance of the other party was indeed meditating and chanting.

It's already good to be able to stay here, Mu Qing no longer longs for Jin Chanzi to go out by himself, however, Jin Chanzi must have used his own natural powers in chanting, otherwise it wouldn't be as irritating as the cicada's song, although Jin Chanzi said that there are few Buddhists, but since there is a Buddha in charge, Lingshan should not lack his place, it is estimated that this guy's chanting is too easy to disturb other monks, so he came out of Lingshan and found such a place to practice.

Jin Chanzi is like this, Mu Qing can't help it, the time is not early, he is also ready to continue practicing, but when he is about to run the exercises, the sound of Jin Chanzi's chanting always enters his mind on its own, making him unable to calm down at all, in this case, if he forcibly runs the exercises, maybe it will make his injuries worse again.

Mu Qing tried his best to drive those chanting sounds out of his mind, and at the same time faced the situation with the mentality he had cultivated in the dark, but to his disappointment and helplessness, even if he closed his mind and sense, the other party's voice still entered his head, and he couldn't stop screaming like a summer cicada.

Mu Qing really has no choice, but he can only endure it silently, in this case, it is probably impossible to interrupt the golden cicada, Mu Qing has already tried it just now, this guy should also close his divine consciousness and close himself in the world of Buddhism, otherwise he would not be indifferent to Mu Qing's "harassment".

After an hour of bombardment, Jin Chanzi stopped chanting, he opened his eyes, looked at Mu Qing, who seemed to be a little deranged, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared into the wooden house.

After the golden cicada disappeared for a long time, Mu Qing recovered, and found that the other party disappeared, under the bombardment of the golden cicada's voice, Mu Qing's weakened divine consciousness almost collapsed, and the sound that lasted for an hour and a half made him extremely tired, but he couldn't fall asleep, those scriptures formed illusory words in his mind, and as the sound kept appearing in his mind, it was impossible to get rid of it at all.

The scriptures lasted for a long time before disappearing, and Mu Qing was exhausted at this time, but in order to recover as soon as possible, he gave up resting, and instead took advantage of the time when Jin Chanzi was not there to quickly settle down and start practicing.

Practicing until noon, Mu Qing opened his eyes again, but saw that the golden cicada still hadn't returned, I don't know where this guy went, but Mu Qing didn't pay attention to it, he tried to use a trace of mana obtained from cultivation to take out some food and pills from the storage magic weapon, and after eating these, he rested for a while, and then entered the cultivation state again.

Mu Qing's pill is much more advanced than the golden cicada, after taking it, it is extremely effective for injury recovery, when he woke up from the practice again, Mu Qing felt his body, and a trace of joy appeared in his eyes: If this situation is followed, it won't take half a year to set off back!

Just as Mu Qing was secretly rejoicing, the voice of the golden cicada came into his ears:

"Originally, I was worried about disturbing your practice, but since you have woken up, the poor monk will say it. ”

"Mu Qing, you said, the poor monk saved you, right?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Jin Chanzi's life-saving grace, Mu Qing will definitely repay him. ”

"Okay, since you said so, then let me ask you, since you have good things, why don't you take them out and honor the Buddha?"

"Filial piety?"

"Well, a slip of the tongue is a report to the poor monk. ”

"Good things? Mu Qing thought about it for a while, except for the victory over evil and some things that could not be taken out, he didn't have anything too good, some of the items in the storage magic weapon, Jin Chanzi, as the second disciple of the Buddha, should not be able to look down on it.

Seeing Mu Qing's confused face, Jin Chanzi sighed.

"Although you have eaten, the smell of food still remains in this room, do you think that the poor monk will not be able to find out?"

"Food? Do you mean the wine and meat? But isn't it forbidden to eat meat in Buddhism?"

"The ban on fart meat is fishy, I said yesterday, those bans are for people who are new to Buddhism and whose hearts are unstable, and when they reach the realm of poor monks, just wine and meat can no longer be affected. ”

"In that case, why don't you take it out quickly so that you can repay the poor monk for saving his life? You know, in order to help you heal your wounds and alchemy, the poor monk has spent a lot of effort, not to mention, I am still worried about your injuries, so I went out early in the morning to find something to heal your wounds. ”

Jin Chanzi said, pointing to the things on the table, those are indeed healing things, but for Mu Qing, who can already open the magic weapon of storage, these medicines are no longer needed.

Although Jin Chanzi was a bit of a headache in some aspects, he did help Mu Qing a lot, so Mu Qing opened the storage magic weapon and took out the things he had stored.

"That's right!"

Jin Chanzi watched with a smile as Mu Qing took out the storage magic weapon, quite a teachable look, but when he saw the things Mu Qing took out, Jin Chanzi couldn't help but appear at the desk.

"These are extremely precious materials, and the poor monk has not seen them for a long time. Mu Qing, you can't rob the imperial treasury of Zhongzhou, this is what you look like, right?" )