Su Fu glanced at the girl, and sure enough, she was a water spirit, with a pair of wonderful eyes rippling, and she was uneasy because of the monk's harassment.

"It's late at night, the treasure hall is about to close, please come back. ”

The girl was slightly pleased, folded her hands and saluted, and trotted away.

The monk secretly hated in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "It's only one watch, and the master doesn't want to talk about the second watch." ”

"Something is missing, but it is a tin rod given by the monk to the poor monk, the poor monk marches and preaches meditation for a day, and he is a little tired, so you go to the poor monk's room to get it. ”

The monk did not doubt him, so he turned into the back hall. Su Fu followed closely and came to a meditation room next to the abbot, went in to put on the lamp, and never found the tin staff for a long time, so he couldn't help but scold with a bad face: "What kind of staff, isn't it coaxing me with words?"

Just as he was about to go back and ask for a clear understanding, Su Fu had already come to the door, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said, "Isn't the master tired?" ”

Su Fu didn't pay attention to it, and saw a piece of yellow futon on the low table, placed under the window behind the low table, a little moonlight fell, shining in a golden bowl on the low table, with a rippling faint light.

"Since the master has come to fetch it himself, the villain has retired......" said the monk and was about to leave.

"Slow!" Su Fu's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly withdrew the obstruction method, put his big hand on the top of it, and exhaled slightly, and stunned it.

Xuan Ling unscrupulously broke into the sea of his knowledge, searched for a moment, this is the residence of Songtao, and the abbot next to it is where the old monk lives, he did not guess wrong, it is the abbot here.

Xuan Jiang's eyes fell on the golden bowl, there was a little crystal liquid in it, his consciousness swept over, and there was no abnormality, and a trace of sword qi was gently flicked down, and a trace of ripples splashed very slightly, falling between his fingers, with a slight moonlight, it was as translucent as amber.

The smell of wine suddenly filled the meditation room.

"Drunk under the moon?"

Su Fuda was surprised, this "drunk under the moon" is not the name of the wine, but a kind of wine utensils developed by the Heavenly Workshop. Its wonderful use, people who hear it for the first time, will be amazed.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, this tool will slowly produce liquor, without any ingredients, and it is born out of thin air. Because of the essence of the moon that is absorbed, the taste is cold and delicious, which is unforgettable, and it is rumored that people who drink it will also become addicted and unable to extricate themselves, so it is called "drunk under the moon".

However, the method of refining wine utensils, because of the precious materials required for refining, is extremely precious and difficult to find, and has been lost for thousands of years, and rarely appears in front of people.

Su Fu couldn't help but have a sense of error, could it be that this Songtao is highly respected on the surface, but secretly he is a monk who does not abide by the rules and precepts?

Thinking of this, he twisted a heavenly eye, and stared at the golden bowl, which was a wine bottle-like utensil. This Songtao transformed it into a golden bowl, but he didn't want to be discovered, and looked at the monk who didn't know anyone on the ground, and suddenly a murderous plan came to his mind.

He sat down cross-legged, his ten fingers flew and fell, and one by one the Xuan Ling led to fall at the monk's sea of knowledge, and each Xuan Ling Yin was attached to the Dao mantra, because the Dao mantra was transformed by the sword intent, and it could also be turned into a sword intent at any time.

Read through its memory and know its Dharma name, Yuanxin.

Half an hour later, sensing that the monks who had gone out to play came back and were gathering in the outer court, he stopped his movements, thought about it, and twisted the spell again, and fell a blue light down, covering the body of the circle in the center, and it didn't take long to merge and disappear without a trace.

The blue light fell into the sea of consciousness, and Xuan Lingyin suddenly grew stronger, squeezing the Yuanxin Consciousness into a corner, and Xuanling Yin manipulated his body, got up and went to the outer court, pretending to be him to talk to the monks.

The main body eliminated the traces of the meditation room bit by bit, until even the footprints were gone, and then left incognito.

......

For the next two days, Kong Li did not return. He used the center of the circle to observe the movements of the people in the outer hall.

First of all, the old monk, since the first day, for two consecutive days, only went out for half an hour and came back, closed in the abbot all day long, and did not know what to do.

Yuanxin was a little afraid of the old monk. Then there is Songtao, who he cares about the most, as he guessed, this person travels around the streets and preaches Zen during the day, looking like a moral monk, and when he comes back on the second watch, he drinks more than twice. The golden bowl was always there, and he could observe the amount of wine in the bowl while he was out of the house.

Another very unexpected gain was that in Yuanxin's memory, he finally read some of the eyebrows of the contents of the carriage.

In my memory, Yuanxin led the convoy to various towns and cities, only wandering around the periphery. From time to time, some monks would send some out and throw them away at will, and they would quietly load them into the carriage.

When in contact with the filth, all wore special robes.

He also has some fellow disciples who have gone to the far west by different paths, and have not yet returned. For three years, they had to go out every other month, and each time they went out, they had to go out for two or three months. To his slight regret, the center of the circle did not know what the filth was, nor did he know where to transport it.

He still cares about Songtao, and the plan brewing in his heart only owes one condition, even if Songtao is capable, he can't escape death. Now, however, there is a dilemma ahead. Not to mention the size of the old monk, he is also a Zen master in the Bodhisattva realm, and he is not sure that he will kill Songtao without being discovered.

The two of them lived, but only a few steps away.

was discovered by the old monk, and the worst end was to escape. But if you want to stay in the city, you have to kill him, and quietly. If one is not careful, it will attract dozens of Zen masters in the city...... Just think about the numbness of the scalp.

If you can follow the old monk, find out where he goes, and do something when he goes out every day, maybe there is a way to do it. But he didn't dare to get close to Song Tao and the old monk within ten zhang of anything, in case the mysterious spirit was exposed, everything would be closed. Therefore, for the past two days, he avoided the two of them and did not dare to show up.

At this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly came, and another plan came to my heart. He sneered and secretly thought: When the time comes, it will be the worst, kill Songtao and escape, as for Fahua's secret, just ignore it.

This is the next policy, but it is also the best policy for him to advance and retreat freely.

......

After waiting for another two days, Kong Li delayed the news in the future, but he was afraid that the plan would be delayed. The festival lasted for seven days, and now it has passed five days, and if it is delayed, I am afraid that Songtao will not be able to kill it.

At noon on this day, it was the time when the old monk left the abbot. The main body infiltrated the Songtao meditation room, took away the golden bowl, and used "Water Curtain Tianhua" to cover all the breath, lurking under the wall outside the meditation room.

Thinking about it, he didn't feel very relieved, so he set up an extremely simple and traceless spirit gathering array according to what Long Yinyao had taught him. This spirit gathering array was set up around the meditation room, which made the aura of the left near a little more active, which did not arouse suspicion, and made it convenient for him to hide.

Another distraction controlled the center of the circle that had been waiting for Songtao to the left near the place where he was preaching Zen, went to the high platform, and whispered in his ear for a while under the watchful eye of all people.

Songtao's eyes immediately flashed with a touch of murderous intent, and he turned back to the people, and said warmly to the people who were listening: "The poor monk remembers something, please wait here." ”