A big rock fell to the ground in my heart.

The nerves that have been tense have never been as relaxed as fast as they are now.

"Master Xu is really good. He first killed Tai Sui and then injured the evil corpses of the heretics. I have seen many young people with amazing talents in the world of cultivation. You are not inferior to them."

"The master is very rewarded and I have received your guidance and gain some insights."

"Now the foundation of the evil corpse is damaged, and it will not be tolerated by the human world. I think I will not be able to act violently for a short time."

"Lucky, it's really lucky."

Master Zhishen's smile was closed, his expression was solemn, and the demon-subduing pestle was in his hand.

"How did the magic weapon worshipped by Liangdeng Temple fall into your hands? Could it be that the gentleman on the beam act?"

Xu Ye's expression froze.

This is really hard to explain.

How can I make up a lie that seems reasonable?

"Look at this... is there a fake made by a skilled craftsman? Chengdong Lark Zhang was the best at counterfeiting. Last time, he used the imitation "Du Yu Mansion Invitation Picture" to cheat me two taels of silver..."

"The five-colored jewel condensed in the Arhat relics has gentle and vast magic power, so how can we fake it? It seems that Donor Xu is unwilling to tell the truth. Since that's the case, hum!"

"Master, don't be excited, Master, don't be excited..."

The old Zen master raised his hand high and then fell gently.

He spread his palms and handed the demon-subduing pestle back.

He smiled kindly and said, "Then think it is a counterfeit, and it must be kept well in the future."

He spread his other hand and turned out to be a exactly the same demon-subduing pestle, surrounded by Buddha's light.

"The master has known it for a long time?"

"All evil appearances appear, and the gods are abandoned. It is rare that donor Xu has the intention. This second imitation is also handed over to you."

Xu Ye was in a state of great emotion.

How could such magical instruments be imitations?

"Your younger generations will not let this magic weapon break the precepts be covered with dust, and will not let the master down."

Master Zhishen looked at Xu Ye and smiled satisfied.

"Hehe, I'm willing to be a monk..."

"The melon is not sweet, old Zen master!"

"But quench your thirst."
Chapter completed!