Outside the jungle of Qinghai, the night is getting deeper. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although there are still masters such as the Budai Monk who come to compete for the fire monkey, but with masters like Qin Shuang and Nie Feng, this group is in vain.

"Heroes, this place is safe, and my granddaughter and I are gone. The old man with the firewood on his back trembled. He seemed to be frightened by the battle in the jungle tonight, and as soon as he reached a safe place, he immediately wanted to say goodbye and leave, and stay away from these people.

After saying goodbye to Qin Shuang and the others, he went to take the little girl's hand: "Xiaomin, let's go." ”

Ma Xiaoming was speechless and said, "Hey, old man, don't you really think that I can't see that you are a mud bodhisattva, right?"

The old man with the firewood on his back was shocked, he was silent for a long time, sighed quietly, and said: "It is worthy of Ma Xiaoming, the master of the torture hall who is the world's might, it is better to be famous than to meet, and it is better to be famous than to meet." Yes, I'm mud!"

Ma Xiaoming was even more speechless: I'll give you ten points for this, isn't it just to expose your identity, don't you look like a peerless master......

In addition to Qin Shuang's meticulous observation and early guessing in his heart, Nie Feng and Kong Ci were really shocked, with a shocked look of "Wow, he turned out to be a mud bodhisattva".

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Xiongba sent Qin Shuang and Nie Feng to find mud Bodhisattvas to return to the world, and now that they have found someone, they will naturally hurry up and rush back to the world to resume their lives.

Ma Xiaoming has no opinion on this, because he didn't come on the orders of Xiongba, he wanted to come out and go around, of course, when he knew that Ma Xiaoming volunteered to help Frost and Wind find the mud bodhisattva, Xiongba's face was as black as charcoal.

Halfway through, the mud bodhisattva had abscesses and poisonous hairs on his face, so he had no choice but to stop the carriage, find a random hut along the river, give the owner some money, and rest in the house for a while, and at the same time hand the fire monkey to the mud bodhisattva and let it absorb the venom for him.

The sound of "squeaking" kept coming, and after a long time, the fire monkey sucked the venom on the mud bodhisattva's face and climbed down from the mud bodhisattva's shoulder, jumping around with joy.

"This dead monkey, I feel so lost......" Looking at the happy appearance of the fire monkey, Ma Xiaoming couldn't help but sigh, I didn't expect that in addition to the toothpick bird, there is such a "toothpick monkey" in the world.

After the poisonous sores on the mud bodhisattva's face were sucked by the fire monkey, he suddenly looked refreshed, and then faced everyone, revealing an unfathomable expression.

It almost reads, "I'm a hermit, come and ask me questions, come and ask me questions."

After waiting for a long time, he found that Nie Feng was holding a note with a distracted look, while Qin Shuang and Kong Ci were talking some private words, and Ma Xiaoming was sitting there cultivating chakra, and no one paid attention to him.

The mud bodhisattva was devastated, so he had to say to himself: "The old man has walked the rivers and lakes for many years, and there is no mistake or omission in calculating the destiny of heaven, but the heavenly opportunity cannot be leaked, I leaked too much heavenly opportunity, and finally suffered from heaven's retribution. ”

Looking at everyone, except for his granddaughter Xiaomin, who was listening to her seriously, everyone else was all interested, and they were suddenly helpless.

In front of you is the world's number one god who calculates mud, and ordinary people always ask for fortune telling in various ways when they see it, what kind of trouble are you doing?

After calming down his mind for a while, the mud bodhisattva had no choice but to find a topic: "Master Ma, the old man asked himself that the art of disguise is rare in the world, I don't know how you saw my true identity?"

In order to show his respect, Ma Xiaoming had to stop his cultivation and replied: "Although the art of disguise is rare in the world, it can't hide the breath of life on his body. The martial arts I have cultivated have made me particularly sensitive to the breath of human life, and the breath of life on your body is completely different from that of ordinary people, full of a special breath of death. ”

The mud bodhisattva was surprised: "There is such a miracle in the world......

Before he could finish his surprise, Ma Xiaoming continued: "Lie to you, that may have such bizarre martial arts." ”

The mud bodhisattva was choked in an instant, and the look on his face was extremely strange.

"Actually, the real reason is that you, an ordinary person, actually have a strange fruit like the Qingling Fruit, and I happen to be able to sense the breath of the Qingling Fruit, so I noticed that something was wrong. Ma Xiaoming teased the mud bodhisattva and finally revealed the mystery.

"Whew, I see. The mud bodhisattva measured it a little and exclaimed, "It turns out that the owner who planted the green spirit fruit has come, no wonder, no wonder."

Ma Xiaoming was instantly surprised, he only showed a little bit about the aura of being able to sense the green spirit fruit, and he was able to figure out who the person who planted the green spirit fruit was, it was really not simple.

"Old man, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't ramble. Ma Xiaoming couldn't help but say when he saw that he had nothing to say for so long.

"Well, you can see it. The mud bodhisattva smiled bitterly, "Here's the thing, I leaked too many heavenly opportunities, God punished me, the time interval between the onset of poisonous sores is shorter and shorter, I feel that my life is not long, so I hope to find someone to entrust my granddaughter Xiaomin." For this reason, I am willing to calculate a hexagram for you. ”

Before Ma Xiaoming could agree, the mud bodhisattva had already begun to calculate.

A drop of sweat slowly dripped from Ma Xiaoming's forehead, "Hey, don't bring such a strong buy and sell, I haven't agreed yet." Ma Xiaoming said with a puzzled face.

At this time, the mud bodhisattva was sweating profusely, and suddenly with a "poof", a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and then the whole person collapsed to the ground, panting in his mouth, as if his vitality was greatly injured.

"Good acting!" Ma Xiaoming secretly admired, "Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, with this acting skill, I can't agree to his conditions, right?" ”

"Old man, get up quickly, I promised you, don't be like this, hurry, get up. Ma Xiaoming stepped forward to help him, and when he touched his hand, he realized that something was wrong.

The pulse is weak, and the breath of life is so weak that it is like a candle in the wind, and it is about to burn out.

"I'll go, you've worked hard to entrust your granddaughter to me. Ma Xiaoming naturally wouldn't let him lose his breath so easily, so he immediately picked up the chakra, slowly passed the wood attribute chakra into the body of the mud bodhisattva, and at the same time took out the green spirit fruit on his body and let him take it.

"Old man, you ate a full 30,000 taels of silver when you eat, and if you don't wake up, I will lose a lot. Ma Xiaoming muttered, he finally found out that something was wrong, this old man was not pretending at all, but he was so weak after really telling his fortune.

"No, it's just like a bear for a fortune telling, he should have died a long time ago, it's a miracle that he can live so long. "Ma Xiaoming really admires it now, and admires the life of the mud bodhisattva is very hard.