"master."

Gu Han felt that it is very necessary to clarify this question, "I really have no fate with Buddha. Look, I and this little bald guy... Hmm, this is the first time I met you, and I am the first time I have met you.

When did you meet again, where did you get the fate?”

It really needs to be said.

He felt that he was very destined to be with the demon.

Golden Seal, Qian Ye, Gu Tian, ​​the Witch... and Yu Miao, who is the young leader of the Demon Sect, have a very deep relationship with him.

"This is fate."

The old monk smiled kindly and pointed to the Bodhis seed.

“…”

Gu Han looked speechless.

He felt that this master's attainment in fishing was even higher than his cultivation level.

"master."

He was a little dissatisfied.

"If I exchange things for you, will the fate be broken?"

"No."

The old monk shook his head.

"This thing has come to the donor's hands and is contaminated with the donor's energy. It is the cause and whether to return it or not. The donor has already formed a connection with my Buddha."

“…”

Gu Han was stunned!

Can you explain this?

He looked at the Bodhis in his hand and regretted it.

Why can't I control my own hands?

"master!"

He looked sighing.

"I admire you!"

He felt that he had underestimated the old monk. His verbal skills were ten times stronger than fishing!

Thinking about it.

He still didn't return the Bodhis.

It is rare that I, Buddha, is so enthusiastic, and I am eager to make a connection with me. So I should not give me face?

"master."

"Men... have you said goodbye?"

He really dared not stay longer.

He was worried that in a while, with the old monk's mouth, he would be fooled and ordained on the spot!

"The donor will go."

The old monk put his hands together, without any intention of leaving anyone behind.

"Thank you for the gift from the master."

"We are destined to be...hehe, say goodbye, say goodbye!"

Gu Han almost said it smoothly, quickly stopped talking, bowed his hand, moved his body and left instantly.

"Master."

Wuxin was a little confused.

"Why should I give it to Bodhizi a treasure casually? Moreover, this donor doesn't look like a Buddhist..."

"He has murderous aura towards you, but has no intention of killing."

The old monk sighed.

"It's enough for both hands to be bloody, but also to be kind and righteous."

Wuxin didn't say anything.

Just a little dissatisfied.

If I let it go, he will definitely not be able to beat me.

"Forget it."

The old monk sighed.

"Follow me."

While speaking, his monk's robe gently brushed, and the traces of the master and disciple disappeared instantly. They appeared again. They had arrived in front of a pure and solemn ancient temple. The sky above the temple was covered with Buddha light, and the shadow of the dragon flashed by.

Two rows of Bodhi trees were planted in the temple, and the green Bodhi seeds swayed in the wind, and the sound of chanting scriptures came.

In the middle of the hall.

The Buddha's golden body is solemn, and more than a hundred monks recite scriptures silently here.

The old monk didn't look at them either.

But he took Wuxin directly to the back mountain of the ancient temple.

In front of a hut.

Two monks stood quietly, one middle-aged, with a solemn expression, and one young man, wearing a white monk's robe, with a very elegant temperament. Three people lay not far away, with no breath, and their faces were no different from ordinary people, just

The eyebrows and back bulge slightly, making it look a little weird.

"senior."

Seeing the old monk, the two monks quickly clasped their hands together.

The old monk has a mysterious origin and a very high generation, so naturally they dare not be disrespectful at all.

"Hui Ren."

Wuxin greeted the young monk.

“Meet again.”

Seeing Wuxin, who was ridiculous but innocent and kind, a trace of fear flashed in Huiren's eyes, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

"senior."

The middle-aged monk was a little puzzled.

"In the past six months, it has been the third batch. Just like before, they have already cut off themselves before I asked, and they still use the divine power. Even if I were me, I could not stop them... These people are all in the extraordinary realm.

With cultivation, the divine essence has little effect on them. Why do they have to die again and again?"

"well."

The old monk sighed softly.

"The chaos is coming."

“From today.”

He glanced deep in the back mountain.

"I will guard this place."

"Sir, I'm working."

"Not mind, follow me."

The old monk said again: "From now on, you must not leave me a half step."

"oh……"

Wuxin was a little reluctant, but he still followed, looking at the three corpses from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity and... a trace of bloodthirsty hidden deep.

"Master."

Wait for the two to leave.

Huiren spoke gently.

"You never let me in this God-killing Formation. What exactly is it sealed inside?"

"It's...a head."

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and told the truth.

...
To be continued...