Guo Xuanwu urged urgently: "Duan Hong, Xiao Wang will discipline him in the future. You can keep these two bags of gold coins and take us into the city quickly. You need to use that kind of flying magic. When you enter the city, you can buy whatever you ask you to buy, and you can give it to whoever you ask you to give it to. Also, you have to change into monk's uniform, shaved your beard and hair, and dress up like a monk, so as not to make people suspicious. There is not much time, hurry up!"

Duan Hong was stunned when he heard this, and secretly praised in his heart: "This little prince is really a benevolent king! He knows how to give alms to the people at a young age. He is so smart. He can think of disguising himself and making trouble. He is afraid of making mistakes. He will definitely be a good prince who cares about the people in the future! Being able to help him comfort the people is a good thing to accumulate good deeds. What is my hair and beard?"

Thinking of this, he said ok, and then he clamped the two of them under his armpits, his figure flashed, and he left the Main Hall like a wisp of blue smoke.

When he arrived outside the hall, Duan Hongwei bowed and soared into the sky with the two of them, landing lightly on the roof of the hall. Then he jumped, like a dragon walking on the clouds, light and elegant, flying towards the city.

On midnight, the moon is shining and the stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

The Five-Square Pagoda is the tallest building in Leiyue Temple, with a total of 9981 floors. Each floor in the pagoda enshrines relics left by monks who have passed away from generation to generation. It is the most sacred place of Leiyue Temple.

At this moment, there was a person standing on the top of the Five Square Tower!

This man was wearing a black night-mounted dress and a black scarf mask. He stood on the top of the tower without moving, as if he was part of the five-meter tower.

The towering towering into the clouds, the black figure merged into the night. If it weren't for the bright moonlight sprinkling the sky, no one would have discovered him.

This man looked down at the entire Leiyue Temple with his hands on his back, but his eyes never left a place - "Qingliangyuan".

Jingxin Hall is located in the northeast corner of Qingliangyuan. It is the bedroom of the holy monk "Yiwu". At this moment, the windows of Jingxin Hall are still shining with a trace of light, like a pearl in the dark night.

The sound of everything was silent, and even the crickets seemed too lazy to chirp. The person standing on the top of the tower stared at the yard with his eyes shining brightly, as if waiting for something.

"Crazy..."

Suddenly, a night wind blew, and the purple bamboo forest in the cool courtyard swayed in the wind, making sounds.

"It's now!"

The masked man in black took advantage of the sound of the bamboo forest and jumped down from the top of the tower, shaped like an eagle, and rushed straight to Qingliangyuan!

At first, it was fast and then slow. When the man in black arrived above Qingliangyuan, his speed suddenly slowed down, like a fallen leaf, falling silently into the courtyard.

After landing, he was still as motionless as a mountain, even holding his breathing, a hint of tension appeared in his eyes, and the silver moonlight shone on his face, and the masked black scarf was soaked in sweat!

After a stick of incense stick was still, the man in black breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no movement in Jingxin Hall. Just then, another gust of wind blew, and the bamboo forest made a "rattle" sound again.

The man in black was about to make a move when he heard a "creak" sound, and the door of Jingxin Hall opened!

The man in black looked shaking and stared at the black door. There was no one inside, but in the eyes of the man in black, the open bamboo door was like a greedy mouth, trying to swallow him in.

“Shenma pyrifos sirloin…”

Suddenly, the continuous sound of Sanskrit singing sounded in the ears of the man in black. The sound of chanting Buddha's name was densely filled, like a big net, wrapping the entire courtyard tightly, and it seemed to sound from all directions at the same time, everywhere, drowning the man in black in the sound of Sanskrit!

The man in black was shocked and immediately meditated cross-leggedly. His hands formed a mysterious handprint in his dantian, and his eyes were closed. Soon, a faint black light appeared around the man in black, which isolated the continuous Brahma sound outside.

In this way, the two sides confronted each other for a meal, and the Sanskrit sound came to an abrupt end, and replaced by a loud Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the donor had reached the state of fetal breathing without thoughts and delusions. It's really rare. Since I'm here, please come in and have a cup of tea!"

The man in black opened his eyes, and the black light around his body disappeared, and he slowly stood up. A burst of white air appeared all over his body, and it turned out that his whole body was already wet.

"What a clever old bald donkey!" The man in black thought, "Can he have already practiced to the realm of breaking into the sky? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The realm of breaking into the sky is just a legend. Although there is a record in the "Qiongqi True Sutra" left by the master, I have never heard of anyone who can reach this level for thousands of years. Except for one person, that man disappeared a hundred years ago. He must have become an immortal. This old bald donkey is only over a hundred years old, so how could it reach this level?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, back and forth several times to suppress the panic in his heart and the nameless shock.

"Donor, what are you hesitating about? Killing is the first commandment of Buddhism. I will never commit it. Please come in and serve tea."

"Since the saint monk promised not to kill, he would never give up on his own words. Besides, I have a backup plan, so I am afraid that he will do something!"

The man in black snorted coldly, and simply pulled off the masked black scarf. A face covered with thick powder was reflected under the moonlight. It turned out to be the chief supervisor, the nine thousand-year-old Guo Bin!

The next moment, Guo Bin's figure shook and flashed into the door like a wisp of blue smoke.

The first floor was empty. Guo Binti gathered all his skills, gathered his palms, and slowly stepped onto the stairs. He was like a frightened hedgehog. Even the slightest movement would immediately summon his Tianshuang Divine Palm that was unique to the world.

Guo Bin stepped up to the second floor and saw the "No" holy monk sitting upright on the cushion, with two white eyebrows hanging down on his shoulders, his eyes slightly estranged, and his expression was peaceful.

He showed a habitual flattering smile that he had developed over the years.

Suddenly, a faint golden light suddenly appeared around the old monk's body. With the outfit of his holy monk, he was like an arhat coming to the world, and a solemn and solemn feeling suddenly rose in the room.

Guo Bin felt an invisible pressure covering his whole body. He wanted to use his energy to resist, but was frightened to find that his body seemed to have melted, and he couldn't even raise a trace of his ability!

Guo Bin was shocked. In less than a moment, he was sweating profusely, his legs were soft, and he could no longer hold on. He fell on a purple bamboo chair behind him.

What scared him the most was that the skill of the Tianshuang Divine Palm that he had originally gathered could not be leaked out or dispersed in the meridians, and now it began to backfire!

The smile on Guo Bin's face gradually frostled, and the sweat on his body gradually turned into white frost, and he began to tremble slightly.

"The old bald donkey is indeed extraordinary! What kind of kung fu is this? The Zajia is not on the same level as him. If it weren't for his life, the Zajia wouldn't say anything... "

Although Guo Bin could not move at this time, his eyes were not flustered, because in his eyes, the saint monk was already a dead person.
Chapter completed!