The four of Gao Ning had a simple dinner and discussed the action plan for tonight.
In short, tonight is mainly to collect intelligence and try not to expose your identity. Otherwise, once the old tree demon knows that the monk has not left, there is a high probability that Master Baiyun will be moved to a more hidden place.
Therefore, not only Yan Chixia had to hide, but Gao Ning also had to hide, otherwise they would be exposed too easily with their shining bald heads.
"I object!"
Gao Ning put forward a different opinion: "The two of us brothers and master Baiyun were not on the same journey. Before the two came, we had stayed here for many days, and in the battle last night, the two of us were not together.
It has not been affected, but if it disappears suddenly, it will arouse the vigilance of the old tree demon. With your plan like this, are you not afraid of more trouble?"
Shifang suddenly hesitated.
Yan Chixia also touched her chin and started thinking: "What you said seems to make sense!"
Monk Mingxiu said calmly: "It doesn't have to be so deliberate. Too many people may attract more female ghosts. Why don't we just leave the two senior brothers, the poor monk and the donor to hide in case of emergency?
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"Yeah, that's fine!" Yan Chixia nodded and looked in all directions: "What's your opinion?"
Everyone in the world was silent.
Yan Chixia shook her head and patted his shoulder: "Brother, you don't have to worry so much. I'm here and I will guarantee to rescue your master!"
Hearing the other party's comfort, Shifang forced a smile, but his expression didn't improve much.
"Anyway, I have a few people to thank, little monk! By the way, I don't know your name yet?"
Shifang looked at Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia's eyes lit up slightly, as if she had been stabbed. She deliberately glanced at the three of them and said in a loud voice: "My name is Yan Chixia!"
Gao Ning and the other two naturally had no reaction, while Shifang blinked: "Uh... what a powerful name!"
"Yeah, I think so too!" Yan Chixia smiled and looked at the dark night sky along the broken tiles above her head: "Actually, this name belongs to an expert. I think it's very powerful, so I took it.
Come and use it!”
"What about that expert?"
"Already dead! And he died alone and helpless. I buried him with my own hands!"
Yan Chixia shook her head with emotion: "I begged him to accept me as his disciple, but he said he wouldn't get along with others, but even so, he still handed over his housekeeping skills to me one after another.
So after he died, I decided not only to inherit his skills, but also to bear his name!"
"This... is really a touching story!" Shifang had never heard a similar story before, and he felt a little emotional for a while.
Monk Mingxiu asked: "Then can your magic be transmitted to others?"
Yan Chixia was slightly startled: "What do you mean? You want to learn my Kung Fu?"
"No!"
Mingxiu shook his head and pointed to the scroll hanging on the other person's waist: "From the first time I saw you, I vaguely felt that this thing was calling me. This feeling is very strange. I don't know how to describe it!"
Gao Ning blinked and saw Monk Mingxiu's somewhat confused expression, staring dumbfounded in his heart.
Good guy, he is worthy of being a monk, a pure and natural actor.
Yan Chixia and Shifang looked at the scroll at the same time.
"Is it calling you?"
Yan Chixia was a little doubtful: "How is this possible? This is a scroll passed down from my family..."
Monk Mingxiu's expression became even more confused: "This call is a bit similar to asking for help... Yes, that's the feeling! It seems to be asking me to save it!"
Yan Chixia blinked, and after a moment she sneered: "You monk, the more you talk, the more outrageous you are! This thing is not for sale, but if you want to learn the magic in it, it is not impossible."
Shifang opened his mouth in surprise: "Can the things passed down from your family be passed on to others?"
Yan Chixia sneered: "I have changed my first and last name, why would I care about such a thing? Besides, the word "family heirloom" is just a convenience. I have been an orphan since I was a child, and I don't even know where my home is, so why
A family tradition? This thing was actually given to me by a Taoist priest, how should I put it... Although he didn't let me call him master, he raised me!"
"Like my master?" Shifang asked.
Yan Chixia shook her head and did not answer.
He raised his head and looked at Monk Mingxiu, and said with a smile: "I'm a person who clearly marks the price of everything, and I'm an innocent person. Although there are usually people who take a fancy to my kung fu, this is the first time that someone takes a fancy to my magic. Seeing that
Since you have such good taste, I'll just accept you a thousand taels, and I'll let you hold the scroll and study it for three days, how about it?"
Before Monk Mingxiu spoke, Shifang couldn't help but widen his eyes: "A thousand taels of silver are only for three days? Are you robbing money?"
Yan Chixia rolled her eyes: "The law should not be passed lightly, you know nothing! This is the foundation of one's life. If the price is too low, the young monk himself will not be willing to do it, right?"
He wanted to find the same feeling from Monk Mingxiu, but to his surprise, Monk Mingxiu didn't look at him at all, but looked at Gao Ning standing next to him.
Gao Ning thought for a moment and nodded lightly: "This price... is quite suitable. However, the two of us were in such a hurry for this trip that we only had five hundred taels of silver. I don't know if I can pay the deposit first and the rest later.
Give me more?"
"That's easy to say!" Yan Chixia smiled, turned the scroll on her waist and threw it to Monk Mingxiu: "Big business can be done on credit!"
Monk Mingxiu was holding the scroll. On the surface, he was still calm, but his hands were shaking slightly.
It was obvious that he was not as calm inside as he showed on the outside.
Even Gao Ning didn't expect that his wish would come true in this way.
It seems that money is still useful to Yan Chixia at this stage.
Of course, this must also include the image of Master Baiyun and other factors.
But no matter what, as long as the goal is achieved.
As long as the scroll is obtained, let alone three days, even in just three minutes, Gao Ning can perfectly reproduce a version and record all the spells recorded in it as long as he goes around the portable prison.
After all, it is a scroll-type spell. Even if the scroll itself is a magic weapon, it is not as valuable as the things recorded in it.
I'm afraid that the spells here can only be used in this world. If it turns into a bunch of useless spells after returning to the real world, I wonder how Monk Mingxiu would feel.
However, considering the capabilities of Yuanmeng Company, this possibility is estimated to be slim.
At this moment, there was a sudden strong wind outside. The whirlwind picked up the fallen leaves and rattled the wooden door.
The sound interrupted the conversation of several people. They looked at each other. Yan Chixia grabbed Monk Mingxiu's arm and used a lightening technique to jump directly to the beam.
Gao Ning found a stool and sat down, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, where he pretended to close his eyes and recite sutras.
But Shifang already had a look of joy on his face and couldn't wait to rush over and open the door.
