"Little monk, what do you dare to come here, did the White Horse Temple send you any more tasks?"

I didn't expect this little monk to know this Qianmingyue, and they are still very familiar.

The little monk looked at Qianmingyue and smiled: "Didn't you also come out of Qingqiu Mountain, and you still said me." ”

Qian Mingyue smiled and said, "I don't know if it was that monk who came to my Qingqiu Mountain, that shy, alas, that awkward." ”

The little monk glared at him and said, "Just let the past go away with the wind." ”

Qian Mingyue said: "I have some eyes to believe here." ”

The courage that the little monk had just mustered suddenly dissipated, and said, "I'm going to get a drop of the blood of the Golden Winged Dapeng bloodline." ”

Qian Mingyue frowned and said, "I got the temple protector Tianlong of your White Horse Temple, and I have reached the stage of weakness. ”

The little monk said: "Don't leak this casually. ”

Liu Pian paid attention to what the little monk said. The blood of the bloodline of the Golden-winged Dapeng, not the blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng, showed a thoughtful gaze in his eyes.

The night gradually became dark under such a scene, and the sky became a black gem in its purest form.

The little monk looked at the night at the moment, and his round black eyes kept turning and said, "Why hasn't Master Liu set off yet." As he spoke, Liu Pian could see a pair of eyes with indescribable curiosity.

Liu Pian said helplessly: "The night is not the deepest. ”

After half a month of speculation, Liu Pian and Bai both already knew what the night was, it was the most intense, and it was the best time to go out to explore the way.

The little monk, a little embarrassed, took out something that emitted a little green light, and said to Liu Pian: "I have some ways to reduce the danger, it's just"

Bai glanced at the little monk and said, "What a way, just what." ”

The little monk said: "This is a little feces from the white horse that came from the White Horse Temple with the Buddhist scriptures, and it is made of powder. The little monk said with an embarrassed face.

At this moment, Liu Pian knew how this little monk could accidentally break into this place close to the center, Liu Pian nodded helplessly and said, "This effect is really good." ”

The little monk said: "As long as it's not something with a keen sense of smell, or something that is extremely averse to the breath, or you don't anger those things, or they see it, it's nothing." ”

The little monk said proudly at this moment: "When I came out of the temple, the master said bitterly that this is the treasure of the temple, so you must not waste it, because this thing is used as much as it is used." “

Liu Pian whispered helplessly to the fat man and Qian Mingyue about this thing, to Liu Pian's surprise, Qian Mingyue nodded lightly and said, "Why didn't you take it out earlier." ”

The demon women are inherently different.

The fat man looked at the horse manure with a wry smile and nodded, "I think this horse manure is really good." Although the fat man said this, he still looked at the horse manure with a bad face.

It's just that Fang Wenwen, who was on the side, was a little silent and finally said: "That's not horse manure, it's a treasure, it's a treasure, it's a treasure." ”

Fang Wenwen continued to hypnotize himself, and finally said to the little monk: "You said that there is such a good thing, why don't you take it out, why don't you take it out." ”

The little monk said, "This horse dung." ”

Fang Wenwen said loudly and tangledly: "I said it was a treasure." ”

The little monk nodded and said a little pitifully: "Well, it is the treasure of my temple." ”

Under the night, three shadows flew by hurriedly, leaving no shadows, like ghosts between the nine shadows, without a shadow and formless.

These three people are the little monk and Bai and Liu Pian who came to explore the way, but at this moment, Liu Pian looked at the little monk who was not coated with a trace of horse manure with a surprised face.

The little monk looked at Liu Pian's surprised eyes, and he already knew why Liu Pian was surprised, so he reluctantly took out a sachet from his shabby monk's robe, which was sewn a little tattered, but it was very strong.

Looking at Bai Du rolled his eyes.

The little monk took it back, with a look on his face that you don't understand my expression.

Bai stopped suddenly, and a diamond bell in the hand of the little monk also moved without wind, and under the black night, there were bursts of phantoms.

Liu Pian had already understood that the current situation was about to enter that place, and knew that this breath of horse manure could no longer play a big role, and would even force those strange species to kill Liu Pian and his party.

Liu Pian handed over all the horse manure to the little monk, who put it away in a small bell with an unwilling face.

Liu Pian returned to the original place, and a black circle appeared on the map that had been drawn in white with a black pen, but it was very close to the very center.

Liu Pian looked at the little monk who had disappeared with a nervous look on his face and said, "Where is the bloodline of Dapeng in a piece of land?" ”

The little monk took out a small bamboo slip, only one, but it was engraved with dense small characters and revealing small lines.

The little monk covered the thing with the palm of his hand, then broke one finger away, and then said to the group: "You are only allowed to see what is on it." ”

Liu Pian couldn't help but be happy.

The little monk said: "This is the secret of our White Horse Temple, all of which are secrets. ”

Fang Wenwen nodded and said, "Don't worry, fat man, can't you trust me?"

When the little monk heard this, he said with an angry face: "You are not allowed to look at the fat man like this." ”

At this moment, Liu Pian has already finished reading the boys and pictures of the little monk through his fingers.

There is a small pattern clearly drawn on it, but it is marked with ancient demon scripts, and Liu Pian already knows the layout of that kind of thing when he looks at it.

It was a red land, but it had many colors, some very light, some very dark.

The land took on a huge circle, like a huge pool, but there was no water in the pool, only endless wonderful things.

The little monk raised his head when he saw that Liu Pian had finished reading, and hurriedly put the thing back, and disappeared in front of Liu Pian's eyes in a flash, but Liu Pian fell into contemplation, that place is really every inch of land has something made by the bloodline left over from ancient times, the kind of species that seems to just know killing and hunting.