Tianjiu stood aside, depressed about the boring conversation between Dongfang Caixia and the old monk, he had run out of oil, and his spiritual power was almost unable to support it, and if he continued to consume it like this, he might plant a flying sword.

"Donor, your strong enemy is gone, can the donor fulfill his promise?" Master Huiming said with a smile at Tianjiu.

"Fulfill your promise, master, are you mistaken? I asked you to kill him, but you just beat him away, there is a way, if you don't cut the grass and not eradicate the roots, there will be endless troubles! Master, you are not helping me, but harming me!" Tianjiu said with a sad face.

Master Huiming's face couldn't help but shudder: "Amitabha, the old man said that God has the virtue of a good life, and you can't kill it wantonly!" Since the donor said that the old man has not fully fulfilled his promise, then as long as the donor hands over a fairy lingzhi, the old man will be satisfied, and all other things can be left to the donor!"

"Master, you're wrong! It seems that your cultivation is not deep enough!" Tianjiu shook his head and said.

"Oh, what do you mean by the donor? You know, if you are bold and can't act recklessly, you are not afraid that I will kill you?" Master Huiming's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent. It seems that the patience of the old monk is still limited.

Dongfang Caixia also shook her head again and again at Tianjiu.

Tianjiu ignored it, he knew the truth of maximizing benefits, this old monk obviously asked him, he had fairy lingzhi, but it was not that he could give it, he was reluctant to give it a fairy lingzhi to eat!

"Master, if you block our way, you will ruin our vitality, how can we talk about the virtue of a good life? This mistake is one; the master does not save him when he sees death, and he sits back and enjoys the benefits of the fisherman, which is contrary to the Buddha's teachings: saving a person's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, this mistake is two; if we and other enemies leave, the master's family has a great cause, and he is naturally not afraid, and if I repair one small, it will be difficult to move an inch in the future, this mistake is three. Don't you think that the master has not realized enough of Zen?" Tianjiu said awe-inspiringly.

Master Huiming looked at Tianjiu in surprise, his face full of astonishment.

"Amitabha, the donor's remarks are quite innovative, I don't know which Buddha's teachings came from? The old man sees that the donor has a unique wisdom, and it is a pity not to practice! Donor, if you can lend me a fairy lingzhi, the old man can accept you as a disciple and officially enter the door wall of my Dharma Gate Zen Temple. ”

"Uh, what, take me as an apprentice?" Tian Jiu almost planted Dongfang Caixia's golden flying sword.

"I understand the master's kindness, in fact, I said so much, it's not that I don't want to give you the fairy lingzhi, you know, it's the fairy lingzhi! I don't know how many crystals and heavenly treasures it took me to raise them, not to mention my precious youth that should have been used for cultivation. Alas, you see that I am still a small qi refining cultivator, you know how difficult it is, I have already hidden that thing in a very hidden place, if you kill me, I am sure, you will not find it. ”

After hearing this, Master Huiming was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of spring breeze, and he said: "Don't worry, the old man will never kill you. Oh, here are all my best spars, pills, calligraphy, and some magic weapons and precious materials, the donor can choose two kinds of them with his own eyes, as my compensation to the donor, but you can only choose yourself, how about the donor's idea? ”

After speaking, regardless of whether Tianjiutong disagreed or not, he threw out a large storage bag and an emerald green square jade plaque, the front of the jade plaque was a French character, and the reverse side was engraved with a six-character and a flat-topped mountain peak pattern.

Dongfang Caixia breathed a sigh of relief, handed the storage bag and the jade plate to Tianjiu, and said: "Tianjiu, it seems that you really still have Immortal Lingzhi, the one you gave me has already been handed over to the sect, and this time I will bother you again." ”

Tianjiu sighed, pretending to be extremely reluctant, and glanced at the storage bag.

In the storage bag, a large cloth bag filled with the best spars and dozens of larger cloth bags filled with high-grade spars are scattered in the corner of the storage bag at will, the number of the best spars should be more than 10,000, and the high-grade spars are countless; followed by large and small, strange-shaped materials of various colors, all of which are shining with a trace of treasure, but unfortunately none of Tianjiu knows them; and there are only a few magic weapons, either a robe or a bowl, or a wooden fish; there are also dozens of pill bottles, and the gray medicine bottles shield his divine sense, and he doesn't know what kind of pills they contain; more than a dozen jade paper scriptures are neatly arranged in the storage bag, and they are the most well-preserved。

Seeing this, Tianjiu's heart was inexplicably excited, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, his face was full of red light. This is the storage bag of the fake baby monk, any one in it, it can be said to be priceless, with the virtue of Tianjiu, the best spar will definitely not be able to run, and the other thing is that he has a little headache.

Forget about the materials, he Tianjiu has not yet refined the weapon; not to mention the magic weapon, he is not ready to become a monk at all, what do you want these monks to use the magic weapon? The elixir should be a good choice, but which bottle to choose? The old monk would not remind him. Suddenly, his eyes caught a slightly worn scripture in the far corner, and on the cover of the scripture were four large Chinese characters: "King Kong Weiyan".

"Chinese characters, how can there be Chinese characters?!" Tian Jiu's heart was terrifying, this was the first time he came to the Immortal Cultivation Realm to see the familiar and almost forgotten words, the one that gave birth to him, raised him, and gave him his first sincere Aiqing on the earth.

"Does the donor have a choice?" Master Huiming asked with a smile and a pleasant face. Tian Jiu's flushed expression showed that there must be no problem with the transaction.

"Master, can I choose two at will, no matter which two are any?" Tian Jiu looked up at the old monk and asked.

"Of course, there is a saint here, the old man will not repent, any two of them, the donor can take it, but after the donor takes it, he must give the old man a fairy lingzhi, otherwise, this matter will not be able to give up!" Master Huiming said meaningfully.

Fools can understand what it means to not be able to give up!

"Okay, Master, I've decided, I want that bag of top-grade crystals!" Tianjiu nodded and said.

"Well, this was already expected by me, what else?" Hui Ming shook his head and said, as if he was not very satisfied with the action of Tianjiu's eyes full of crystals.

"Alas, forget it, master, the number of these superb spars is too large, I'm a little embarrassed, other materials, magic weapons and pills are priceless, I really can't be too greedy, I can't take them anymore." Well, there's a scripture book in it, so it shouldn't be of any use, right? I'll just reluctantly make it difficult, let's use it to fill up the number, can the master read it?"

After Tianjiu finished speaking, he took out the bag of superb spars and the book of "King Kong Weiyan", and shook them twice in front of him.

"Oh, does the donor recognize this book?" Master Huiming's face suddenly changed, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes.

"Ah, I don't know you, can the master tell me what kind of scripture this is? It can't be used for the dead, right?" Tianjiu asked with a deliberately sad face.

After hearing this, Master Huiming was full of disappointment, shook his head and said: "Alas, I can't hide it, this book is a gift from a late senior monk of Famen Temple. Lao Qu gave it a title, called "The Book of Words", alas, Lao Qu had long since hoped that he could find out the contents of this book. Since the donor is destined, maybe one day he can read through this book, but he can also regret it. ”

After hearing this, Tianjiu was also extremely depressed, he just thought that this old monk was also the same as him, a heavenly guide from the earth. The reason why he didn't ask directly was because he was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would expose his flaws and bring unnecessary trouble to himself. However, the fact that the old monk did not know Chinese characters meant that he was certainly not of his own kind. And the deceased monk may be a heavenly guide.

"Alas, master, it seems that Xiao Xiu's luck is really not very good, and he took such a useless broken book. Master, can I ask by the way, what do you want the Immortal Lingzhi to do? Except for refining the Qixia Pill, the Immortal Lingzhi doesn't seem to be very useful. Could it be that there are other uses for Immortal Lingzhi that have not been discovered?" Tianjiu asked first disappointed, and then suspiciously.

"Oh, if the donor is willing to be Lao Gao's disciple, then Lao Gao still thinks he can tell you. As for now, it is beyond the scope of our transaction, and I have nothing to say! Can the donor take out the fairy lingzhi?" Master Huiming's face straightened, and with a little finger on his right hand, the big storage bag in Tianjiu's hand beeped and returned to the old monk's hand.

Tianjiu pursed his lips, threw the best spar and scripture and the jade plate into the Qiankun Ring, and then, took out a spirit beast bag, pretended to be a flesh pain, and threw it to Master Huiming.

"Master, there is only one fairy lingzhi, and I will not be able to have it again in the future, after this incident, Xiao Xiu found that any treasure, if there is no advanced cultivation as a guarantee, after all, it is to make a wedding dress for others, and it will be empty in the end. Therefore, I have decided that in the future, I will devote myself to pursuing the Heavenly Dao, and I will never raise any spirit pigs again!" Tian Jiu said matter-of-factly.

Master Huiming scooped up the spirit beast bag, and his divine sense couldn't wait to scan it inside, and as time passed, the old monk's face was clearly flushed, and his excitement was self-evident.

"Good, good, good, it's fairy lingzhi! it's really fairy lingzhi!" Master Huiming muttered as he nodded. Ignoring the heavily guarded Dongfang Caixia on the side, he shook his robe, made a hula, and flew straight north, turning into a golden streamer and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"yes! They're all gone at last! I'm going to kill Lao Tzu! I'm asking for wealth and danger! That's right!" Tianjiu said weakly.

However, he didn't know that it was because of this transaction, because of this fairy lingzhi, three years later, it almost brought the entire Yuling Prefecture into a situation of no return.

"Shhh Huh, you ...... What's wrong with you?"

Dongfang Caixia was talking, and when she saw the nine heads of the sky drooping, she directly dropped the flying sword.