"You don't speak?"

"It seems that you feel guilty."

"You also know that in the face of facts, explanations are pale."

The Wu Zhai monk smiled contemptuously. He had never convinced anyone in terms of bickering or argumentative skills since he was a child. Most people in front of him could only last three rounds at most, and were basically speechless.

Then, Monk Wuzhai looked at Yang Yunfan, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes as he looked at the prisoner, and said casually: "Pack up some things, move out of this small courtyard with your green bird, and then use the thorns on your hands to follow us."

Return to the Bahuang Temple and do hard labor for a hundred years to atone for your sins."

Depend on!

What did this bald donkey say?

Let my young master do hard labor for a hundred years?

It’s so deceiving!

The green eyes of the bronze crane turned red with anger, as if they were about to spit out fire.

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

Yang Yunfan stopped the bronze crane, pretending to be at ease, and said flatteringly: "May I ask, master, what is the relationship between Bahuang Zen Temple and Amaterasu Zen Temple? If you really want to punish me with hard labor, can you take me with you?

Go to Amaterasu Zen Monastery?"

If you can enter Amaterasu Zen Monastery so effortlessly, there is nothing wrong with being proud of your hands.

"cut……"

"Who do you think you are? Amaterasu Zen Monastery is something people like you can go to?"

Before Monk Wuzhai could say anything, several young monks came over and sneered, saying sarcastically: "Even if you are doing hard labor, there are distinctions between high and low. The one who can go to Amaterasu Zen Monastery to help build the temple is not a great demon who is famous all over the world.

, at the end of the day, it must be the bloodline descendant of the ancient divine beast!"

"Look at you, you are dressed in a coarse cloth jacket, and you are dressed like a country bumpkin. Which of these fits you?"

Because he was practicing hard in the mountains, Yang Yunfan didn't pay too much attention to his outer robes. He casually used a wisp of world power to transform into the ordinary blue training clothes of the Shushan Sword Palace. In addition, he didn't wear any special attire, and his hair was not tied up.

, casually draped, close to nature.

This is normal among Taoist monks.

Go wild, follow your heart, get close to nature, and understand the flow of the great road.

A good person like Yang Yunfan would not even wear clothes when he was practicing in seclusion and wandering around naked. That would be inappropriate for children.

"Since you are not going to Amaterasu Zen Monastery, please forgive me for not accompanying you."

When he heard that he could not enter Amaterasu Zen Monastery directly, Yang Yunfan's enthusiasm immediately disappeared.

"brush!"

He pointed his finger at the hillside outside, and facing the many monks, he said in a very calm tone with almost no emotion: "Before I change my mind, masters, please leave peacefully. When you leave, please remember to help me.

Button the firewood door."

"Ha ha……"

"How ridiculous!"

"I'm afraid this kid is mentally ill."

Those monks thought Yang Yunfan was going to say something and waited for a long time to let them leave peacefully?

Isn't this a joke?

At this time, without the instructions of Monk Wu Zhai, these monks began to disperse and wander around the courtyard, looking for treasures.

Just now, they were far away on the other side of the mountain. They saw the treasure light soaring into the sky. They suspected that there was some secret treasure hidden in this courtyard, so they rushed over and asked Yang Yunfan and the bronze crane to move out.

Otherwise, they are still disciples of the great sect after all, and they will start a dispute over a poor courtyard?

"Brother Wu Zhai, come quickly!"

"I found the treasure!"

At this time, after some searching, a young monk,

I found a lot of good things in the yard, including dozens of star stones used by Yang Yunfan for cultivation, and some refined iron ore brought by the bronze crane from outside.

In addition, the most valuable thing is... the flowers and plants planted in the corner of the yard.

It seems inconspicuous at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you will find that every grass here is a spiritual seed.

There are only fifteen or sixteen species of flowers and plants in the yard, but they almost include the most precious spiritual plant species within hundreds of miles of this mountain range.

"Brother!"

"This boy is not simple."

"Looking at his attire and carrying a crane mount, could he be from a sect that is good at elixirs?"

"Otherwise, it would be impossible for so many spiritual seed seedlings to appear here. If this happens now, it must be that this boy tried every possible means to find spiritual seeds from all around, and then carried out preliminary cultivation here. Once successful, he would bring them back to the sect.

Large-scale artificial breeding.”

At this time, there was something wrong with the way those monks looked at Yang Yunfan.

In their eyes, Yang Yunfan didn't have any energy fluctuations around him, not even a trace. He looked like an ordinary person.

However, the bronze crane mount beside him and the purple-black broken sword on his back are both extraordinary.

Let’s not talk about the bronze crane for now.

As a mount, it's good to have some intelligence, but the Bronze Crane is cunning and cunning, and can even curse people and even play pranks.

This guy is completely mature.

As for the purple-black broken sword on Yang Yunfan's back... Just now, Monk Wu Zhai inadvertently caught a glimpse of it. The sword seemed to emit a dim electric light, but it was quickly suppressed by some force and disappeared.

As a supreme junior monk, Monk Wu Zhai, he didn't think he would be wrong.

In this way...

Then there is only one explanation.

This divine sword deliberately blocked most of its power, disguised as a broken sword, and protected this ordinary disciple.

The task of this ordinary disciple may be to collect these precious spiritual seeds, select the parts that can be artificially cultivated, and bring them back to the sect... Although this task seems to be very simple, once it is completed, it will affect the sect.

The key to being able to continuously cultivate strong people.

Every sect has positions such as alchemist.

Specialized in researching potions and cultivating elixirs.

Although these alchemists themselves may not be strong or even weak, their status within the sect may be much higher than that of ordinary elders.

Now, because of the appearance of these spiritual seeds, all the illogicalities just now have perfect answers.

"Boy, these elixirs are good, Buddha is very satisfied with them."

Monk Wu Zhai walked around the yard, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. The growth of these spiritual seeds was very good, and they did not show any signs of depression after leaving their place of origin. Each plant was full of energy, with full branches and leaves.

.

These are carefully selected seeds.

"Ouch! Ouch!!!!"

The bronze crane on the side saw these monks digging up the precious spiritual seeds it had planted like horned peonies with rough hands and feet. Next to Yang Yunfan, it lowered its head and walked quickly, its beak bumping everywhere, and it was about to go berserk.

However, thinking of Yang Yunfan's great cause of becoming a Buddhist, it endured it.

Who asks Buddhism to practice, the most important test is the mind. Once the mind is messed up, it is too difficult to get it back.

As strong as Buddha, didn't he also suffer the injustice of having his flesh cut off and fed to eagles?

Oh shit!

Dead bald donkey.

For the sake of the young master, Uncle He endured this time!

You guys, even if you turn into ashes, Uncle He will still remember you... Don't fall into Uncle He's hands.

…

A group of monks moved away all the spiritual species in the yard. They looked at how late it was and seemed to be preparing to set off again.

However, Monk Wu Zhai did not leave immediately.

"Right!"

He suddenly remembered something and started walking towards Yang Yunfan step by step.

His eyes were very greedy, staring straight at the [Thunder Sword] behind Yang Yunfan, which looked like a piece of rotten wood that had been struck by lightning. It was purple-black and had rugged lines.

"Boy, you have no cultivation. What's the point of showing off with a sword on your back?"

With a faint smile on Monk Wuzhai's face, he stretched out one hand to Yang Yunfan's back and said with a smile: "This sword of yours is very extraordinary. If the Buddha is not mistaken, it should be the spirit of the sacred tree that transcends tribulations."
To be continued...