The ascetic Arhat's words, "Donor, you have a relationship with my Buddha," made Lin Zhining feel very unhappy suddenly, because it meant that his future path must be accompanied by endless troubles.

"Bald donkey, don't talk nonsense, I don't have any bullshit. Don't you want to grab the treasure, what are you waiting for, hurry up. Lin Zhining was very impatient, and all his good moods were vividly destroyed.

It's not that Lin Zhining doesn't want to suddenly attack, but when he is almost the same, and he never stands again, he doesn't know how big the gap between them is, maybe he will kill someone with a blow, or maybe someone has a means to save his life, and if he escapes, he can't test his own effect. He could only use words to provoke the ascetic arhat and ask him to fight with him.

Ascetic was indeed angry, but the reason for his anger was not the same as Lin Zhining expected, he was not because of Lin Zhining's verbal insults, but because he was angry that Lin Zhining was stubborn.

But this strengthened the ascetic Arhat's mind, and he wanted to temper Lin Zhining even more and awaken Lin Zhining's consciousness.

That's right, in the ascetic view, Lin Zhining is definitely a bodhisattva or even a Buddha who practiced very well in his previous life, and for some reason he was reincarnated and re-cultivated, only for this reason that he was born with Buddha nature, and only for this reason that he has not awakened until now.

To be able to awaken a reincarnated monk, to be able to extradite an ignorant Buddha again, ascetic thinking that he is making a great merit, Lin Zhining's presumptuous words, in the face of such merits, are insignificant and not worth mentioning.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has no malice, if the donor has time, he might as well come to my Zen temple, and we can have an exchange. The ascetic Arhat quickly regained his composure, looked at Lin Zhining with burning eyes, and invited.

He was confident enough to introduce Lin Zhining into the temple, gather the monks in the temple, and the Buddhist array in the temple, and awaken this ignorant Buddha with supreme Buddhism.

Lin Zhining's mind turned, and he took it for granted that this ascetic Arhat must have some conspiracy to design himself, I am afraid that it is easy to enter the temple by himself, and it is even more difficult to get out.

For all kinds of unbelievable means in the mythical world, Lin Zhining still lacks a way to counteract, he can't always hide in the star map world, and he doesn't want to, Lin Zhining shook his head and simply refused.

The ascetic arhat was very disappointed, but he did not force it, he believed that Lin Zhining would one day become enlightened, and one day he would return to Buddhism, and he was sure that Lin Zhining was once a son of the Buddha, and he did not intend to embarrass Lin Zhining.

"Amitabha, since the donor has other important matters, it is inconvenient for the poor monk to stay longer, I just hope that the donor will pass by here one day and come to my Zen temple for a few more days. The ascetic arhat said earnestly, and after finishing speaking, he flew away.

Lin Zhining didn't understand why the ascetic Arhat was so easy to say that he would leave, and he couldn't believe it, but no one was entangled, and it was a good thing to arrive, and Lin Zhining didn't think much about it.

Of course, the ascetic Arhat is free and easy, he just wants to befriend Lin Zhining, and is sure that Lin Zhining is a reincarnated monk, and in the future, Lin Zhining will wake up, maybe with a little help, he will be able to go further.

The ascetic arhats flew away, and Lin Zhining left this place without knowing why, so that although the mountain god was unwilling, he was very satisfied that there was no war. After he calmed down, he was always worried, these people are fighting, the possibility of his mountain being destroyed is too great, the mountain is destroyed as a mountain god, he is naturally annihilated, unwilling These people have not been punished, but he can survive, he is already very satisfied.

And the other person was angry, he didn't expect the ascetic Arhat to drive him away, but he let Lin Zhining go lightly, there was no big war, how could he pick up the cheap. But then he began to sneer, and then he laughed wildly, and he laughed at the ascetic arhat's soft-heartedness, and he laughed at the fact that he had finally waited for the moment to set sail.

In his opinion, the ascetic Arhat is a stupid bald donkey who has cultivated his brain badly, and Lin Zhining, the treasure of the heavens, should be owned by him Mingyangzi alone, and everything should be his.

When Lin Zhining left, he did not relax his divine sense investigation, not only did he not believe in ascetic arhats, but also added a little precaution to Ming Yangzi, who was eyeing him.

Lin Zhining didn't travel fast in the clouds, on the one hand, he wanted to browse the scenery of this place, which looked very beautiful from top to bottom, and on the other hand, he was waiting, waiting for Ming Yangzi to catch up.

Immortals often ride the clouds, but not only the color of the clouds, and the speed of the clouds, an ordinary white cloud, of course, the speed is very slow, but this is a good thing for Ming Yangzi.

At least, he didn't have to spend too much effort, he didn't have to spend too much mana to chase after Lin Zhining, and from above the clouds, he took it for granted that Lin Zhining didn't have many means, and this was what a loose cultivator should be.

Monsters often control the black wind when they are in a hurry, but Ming Yangzi controls a black mist, spreading and surging but fast, Lin Zhining can see clearly without probing with his divine sense, and the black mist seems to engulf him in an instant.

This black mist is a treasure of Ming Yangzi, the treasure he has been refining for many years, it is the treasure that he collects from the lungs, as well as a hundred kinds of poisonous miasma, mixed with a hundred poisons and refined, and is the best at polluting the body of the human primordial god.

Lin Zhining fell into the fog, Ming Yangzi laughed wildly, he laughed very proudly, the temptation of the Heavenly Spirit Treasure, the power of this portable treasure, confused his eyes, he couldn't help but laugh proudly before he saw what happened to Lin Zhining.

I don't know how many monks who have cultivated deeper than him, unguarded, calculated by his black mist, relying on this treasure, he doesn't know how many times he has escaped the robbery, in his opinion, Lin Zhining, a loose cultivator whose cultivation is a few points worse than him, fell into his black mist, that is, a lamb to be slaughtered, which is already in his bag.

"Please, can you be like a person, don't laugh if you can't laugh, do you want to kill people with this ugly laughter?" Mingyangzi's pride didn't last long, and a voice came out of the black mist that surprised him, without a trace of panic, only a thick banter. (To be continued.) )