"Donors don't need to worry. In this market dedicated to outside monks, there are actually high-level monks sitting there. After all, we don't know if there will be demon cultivators sneaking in. Those people have never regarded human life as a threat. If anything happens,
If something goes wrong, all the monks here will be in danger."
While explaining to Chang Sheng, Ming'an rambled on that their Western Buddhist country also had two high-level monks stationed here, and it was said that one of them was the highest-ranking Buddhist monk in the Western Buddhist country.
"That master-uncle transformed from a demon body into a Buddhist cultivator. He has an excellent understanding and a strong physical body, so for a long time, everyone secretly called him 'King Ming'."
"King Ming?"
Chang Sheng didn’t know much about Buddhism. The only Ming King he knew was the legendary Peacock Ming King. Generally speaking, the names of monks who have been famous for a long time are not given casually. They all have a basis. Since that
This being is called King Ming, which means that he should be a demon cultivator like a bird.
Sure enough, Ming'an looked around and seemed to feel that this place was particularly safe, so he spoke with a smile.
"Because my great-uncle has a white hole in his heel... Oops!"
The next moment, Ming'an fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. Not only did he fall flat on the ground, but also the spiritual herbs and other things on the stall of the stall owner beside him fell down, almost to the point of falling.
He wrapped up his entire body.
But the people around him were already used to it. Everyone, including the monk whose spiritual grass fell all over the floor, was not angry. Everyone looked at Ming'an with smiles and gathered together to sigh.
"Let me tell you, this little Buddhist cultivator always talks so openly, he will definitely be punished by King Ming. No, retribution is coming."
"No, I just whispered to this fellow Taoist, but I didn't insult you, Uncle Master. Isn't it a bit too miserable for you to hit me like this?"
Ming'an got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body. He was a completely intact little monk Ming'an again.
I have to say that Ming'an is actually a bit of a talker. Chang Sheng looked at Ming'an in amazement, feeling that he really exceeded his expectations. When they first met, he thought he was a typical Buddhist cultivator.
At this time, a voice dropped from the sky with a cold "hum", and then there was no movement.
From the aura brought by the word just now, Changsheng knew that the strength of this Ming King far exceeded his own. If there were monks of this level sitting in charge, it would be no wonder that the world in Biluo was so harmonious.
"Is Taoist friend Ming'an okay?"
"nothing."
Ming'an didn't mind the previous little conflict at all, and even felt proud of you.
"That person just now is my great-uncle. Hey, although I haven't seen him in person, judging from the move just now, I know that his sword is still young and his strength is still the same."
"Yes, really?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Changsheng always felt that Ming'an emphasized the word "old man". He just mentioned King Ming and was taught a lesson. Now he still dares to call him old man. Is he really not afraid of being punished?
But unexpectedly, the secret Prince Ming really didn't feel angry about this, but never said anything again. Ming'an winked at Changsheng and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, my uncle likes others to think of him as an older person."
"ah?"
"That's it. Uncle Master seems to have always wanted to behave like an elder, so if I say this, he will only become more and more happy."
I see.
After a brief interlude, everyone came to the market street together. There was indeed everything for sale here. Changsheng looked around and saw a golden sword tassel on one of the stalls. The pendant of this sword tassel was
The wings are carved from a piece of dense gold and look golden. To be honest, they don't quite satisfy the low-key aesthetic of most monks, but there's no way around it, Du Xuanjin likes them very much.
Du Xuanjin is a spiritual sword with bright golden light, so he naturally likes the sword spike that is very similar to his own. When the Changsheng sword was flying before, Du Xuanjin put a layer of cover on it, so he was not fooled by others at first sight.
Recognized. Du Xuanjin never reacted to this. Only at that time, his attachment to the golden sword spike made Chang Sheng realize that this child really cares about his appearance.
So Changsheng bought this golden sword tassel. Of course, he couldn't favor one thing over another. Changsheng looked at this stall for a long time, and finally bought a large jade-colored sword tassel for Xingbieli. Although the two swords were still
He couldn't speak, but the joy still spread to Changsheng's heart along with the connection with them.
Since they were so happy, Changsheng was also very happy. At this time, Wu Sishang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.
"Don't you only have one sword? Why did you buy two sword spikes? Is there another one?"
Changsheng did not say a word, but the young monk Huixing on the side spoke uprightly.
"No one stipulates that you can't buy two tassels for one sword. Wouldn't it be nice to just change the color?"
Wu Si Shang let out a slight sigh, and then looked at Hui Xing with a smile. The naked eyes made young monk Hui Xing feel palpitations. But Ming An suddenly stood in front of his junior brother, looking at Wu Si Shang with a smile.
.
"What's wrong with this donor?"
"Tsk."
Now that the teacher is around, it's hard to tease him. It's really a pity.
At this moment, everyone heard a burst of shouting.
"Come and take a look, I have a very good yellow spring stone here, which is as good as others! Whoever uses it will know!"
This hawking voice was not reserved at all. Rather, it was as lively as the ones I had seen before when I went to the market in Gujia Village.
Ming'an and others who heard this voice looked at each other, and then looked at Changsheng.
"How about we go take a look?"
This yellow spring stone is quite attractive to Buddhist practitioners.
"certainly."
Because the sound just now was too loud, many people crowded in. After a while, everyone looked at the few pieces of yellow water stone placed on the crowded stall and fell into deep thought.
Each piece of yellow spring stone on this stall is almost as big as a human head, and the surface is rough and even has some moss on it.
Changsheng had never seen amazonite before. When he saw this shape, he thought it was normal. However, Ming'an's slightly rapid breathing next to him showed that this amazonite was not normal.
"What's wrong?"
I asked quietly.
Ming'an gave Changsheng a firm look that said, "I'm sorry, but I must take it." He pushed aside the helpless brothers and squeezed in. He bargained enthusiastically with the other monks and was bound to grab a piece.
The people around looked at Ming'an, who was so skilled in speaking, and felt a little suffocated. Are all the Buddhist cultivators now able to speak like this?
