The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

"Very good, very good!" Liang Yan laughed.

　　 The young monk gently closed the door, turned his head and ran towards the temple. Liang Yan waited outside for a short time, when suddenly there were a few rapid footsteps, followed by a squeak, and the gate of the temple was slowly opened again.

　　 I saw three young monks coming out from behind the door, put their hands together to Liang Yan, whispered a Buddha's name, and said: "Liang's donor is kind-hearted, and our uncle is willing to receive the donor in the living room."

　　 Liang Yan also put his hands together and said, "Thank you!"

　　 Following the three monks, he walked into a hall in the temple not long after, and saw a tall monk sitting in the main seat. He immediately got up and saluted when he saw Liang Yan, and then said:

　　 "The donor has great kindness, and the poor monk is really grateful."

　　 Liang Yan smiled and said, "Master is serious. Liang came here only to seek the blessing of the Buddha. Some incense and silver money is really reasonable."

　　 He said that his eyes were swept around, and he asked casually: "The master is the host of Mi Tuo Temple?"

　　 The tall monk folded his hands together, and replied unhurriedly: "Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk's Dharma name Ci Hang, the presiding officer of this temple is the poor monk's brother, the Dharma name Cidu."

　　 Liang Yan nodded and said, "Why didn't you see Master Cidu?"

　　 "Hehe, this is a long story. The donor is a guest from afar, so please sit down and drink a cup of tea." Cihang laughed.

　　 "Master, you are polite!"

　　 Liang Yan smiled slightly, and took a seat with Cihang as the host and guest. Na Cihang took a sip of tea and slowly said, "The host brother is not in the temple, but he went to a nearby village."

　　 Liang Yan showed a hint of doubt after hearing it, but did not interrupt Ci Hang's words, but waited for his next words.

Just listen to Cihang and then said: "Just a few days ago, a village near Yangliupo suddenly lost a lot of livestock for no reason. Some people even said that they saw a dark shadow that looked like a monster drinking blood in the village. This made people panic. So many villagers went up the mountain and begged us to visit our Mi Tuo Temple. I presided over the senior brother's profound Buddhism, as well as the merits. Naturally, I am not afraid of any monsters and ghosts. I followed the villagers down the mountain that night, I am afraid that I have already lived in that village. , Waiting for the monster to punish."

　　 "Youkai?"

　　 Liang Yan was stunned for a while, but he immediately realized that the monsters in the old monk's mouth should not refer to the real monsters, but some spirits in the mountains and forests.

　　The land of Nanchu is not bordered by the demons and demons, so it is rare to see the demons. Even if the demons enter the country, they will inevitably hide their heads and reveal their tails on weekdays. They dare not show the demons at will, let alone make trouble.

　　 After all, among the human monks, there are different opinions on the monsters. Some radical people will cut off when they see the monsters, and it doesn't matter whether you have hurt your life or not. The reason is: if you are not my race, their hearts must be different!

"The monsters that the old monk said are just some birds, beasts, plants, trees, and trees. They are not from the orthodox monster race. Although this type of spirit can also consume the spiritual energy of the world, its speed is too slow. I think it is better than having ten. The human races with the two serious meridians and the odd meridians and eight meridians are simply crawling snails."

　　 Liang Yan thought secretly in his heart for a while, then laughed and said: "I have long heard that the eminent monks of Amitabha Temple have deep and deep Buddhist teachings. Since the presiding officer of the temple has personally descended from the mountain, this monster will definitely be captured."

"Haha, the donor is absurdly praised." Seeing that he spoke beautifully, Ci Hang was slightly happy. He pondered for a moment, and then said again: "The purpose of the donor Liang’s trip, the poor monk has also heard about it, but he recently encountered it. What's unclean?"

　　 "Exactly!" Liang Yan immediately put on a look for help and said: "Some inexplicable things have happened recently. I am afraid that evil things may cause trouble, please help me, Master!"

Ci Hang smiled slightly and said, "Don’t panic. Don’t panic. The poor monk has a magic weapon in his hand, which was personally opened by my presiding brother. As long as the donor brings it by his side and chants the sutra day and night, the evil things will be destroyed. ."

　　 As he spoke, he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and placed it on the table between the two. Liang Yan looked sideways and saw that on the string of sandalwood prayer beads, there was a faint spiritual flow, which seemed to be really a spiritual weapon.

　　 In fact, the details of the people in this temple are known from the moment he enters the door. These are ordinary people who have no cultivation base. Although they are strong and bloody, they are only at the level of ordinary warriors.

　　Only this Master Ci Hang, there is a trace of spiritual power flowing in his body, but this thread of spiritual power is too weak, intermittently in his body, and it is difficult to even circulate for a big week. To say that this master is a cultivation base of the first qi refining level, it is not enough.

　　 Liang Yan thought to himself for a moment, and felt that someone must have taught him the qigong method, but it was just a few introspective formulas, and it could not achieve the effect of cultivation at all. Therefore, this old monk could not even reach the first level of Qi refining for his entire life.

　　 And the string of Buddha beads he took out was naturally only slightly contaminated with some spiritual energy, and it was not a spiritual weapon that was practiced by a monk using a serious refining technique.

　　 But these Liang words will naturally not be revealed. He chuckled, and solemnly took the Buddhist beads on the table with both hands, and said in gratitude: "Master is compassionate, Liang Mou is grateful!"

　　 "Amitabha!"

Cihang announced the Buddha's name ~www.ltnovel.com~ and then said: "The donor Liang is kind, and he will naturally be blessed. It's just that my temple has been closed to thank guests, but I can't let the donor stay for a long time. Please forgive me crime."

　　 Liang Yan couldn't help feeling a little strange when he saw that although he spoke politely, he had actually ordered the eviction.

　　 "My **** hasn't been hot yet, so I drove me out. What is it so mysterious?"

　　 However, as a pilgrim, he was inconvenient to ask at this time, so he got up and followed a young monk to the Hall of Merit, and paid five hundred taels of silver before leaving.

　　 Liang Yan left the temple gate and walked on the mountain road, but his brows were slightly frowned. Five hundred taels of silver is not a big deal to him as a cultivator. It’s just that there is a weirdness from the top and bottom of the Mi Tuo Temple. Even the host is not in the courtyard. Who knows if what Cihang said is true or not?

　　 But Liang Yan is helpless about this. Although he has the ability to turn the Mi Tuo Temple upside down, it may not be good for him. What's more, here is the boundary of the Wu Kingdom. If this annoys the nearby Xiuxian sect or family, wouldn't it be a cause for nothing?

　　 Just as Liang Yan was thinking secretly, a shock suddenly came from the storage bag around his waist. Liang Yan's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to take out a disc spiritual tool, which was the communication disc he used to contact Dumb.

　　 At this time, the red light flashes on the communication disk, but the information sent is an accurate location:

　　 "Shan Shi Temple."