"The master came to me, it's just to chat with me, right?" Zhang Shaoyang couldn't guess what the monk wanted to say, so he simply asked him directly.

"Haha, of course not. I have something to give you." The old monk took out something from his arms and handed it to Zhang Shaoyang's hand. This was a little jade Buddha, which was a bit warm in his hand. The Buddha was a laughing Buddha, his facial features were lifelike, with a big belly, and the most rounded part of his belly was a green root the size of a red bean, as red as blood.

Zhang Shaoyang stroked it and said in confusion: "This thing is valuable?"

"Not worth it!"

"Can it bring good luck?"

"No!" the old monk shook his head.

"Then give me this thing, can you eat it!" Zhang Shaoyang said angrily.

When the old monk saw it, he just laughed, and then said seriously: "This is an amulet. I heard that the donor is about to go north again. Now the north is not peaceful, so this amulet cannot be fully protected."

"Amulet?" Zhang Shaoyang turned around and couldn't see what was wonderful about this jade Buddha. He thought, could this Lantuo Temple also imitated those scammers outside who pretended to be a god and made up these things to cheat people's money?

Thinking of this, Zhang Shaoyang's expression on his face was sarcastic, and then he asked tentatively: "You won't ask me for money in this thing, do you?"

Perhaps seeing Zhang Shaoyang's concerns, the old monk shook his head: "No, I'll give it to you!"

Zhang Shaoyang was relieved, don’t want it for nothing. Anyway, he has added a lot of money to Lantuosi in recent years. It’s only a little bit to be able to get back. If he leaves Jiangling in the future and is so depressed that he can’t afford to eat, he might even be able to point at this thing to a bowl of rice. At that time, this thing will really become a talisman.

The old monk naturally didn't know what Zhang Shaoyang had in his heart. He turned around and looked at the crazy man standing beside Zhang Shaoyang. The young man's aura was full of practice. At first glance, he was immersed in martial arts for many years. Then he saw the lonely and clear air between his eyebrows, which looked very much like Yao Sanming, the sword immortal who broke all the magic with one sword in the world.

When he looked at the sword in Chi'er's arms, the old monk couldn't help but be shocked: "Huh?"

Chi'er didn't know what the old monk was going to do, but just held the Qiushui sword in his hand and tightened a little bit again.

"Is this donor related to the flower fairy jade begonia back then?"

"Flower Fairy Jade Begonia?" Chi'er looked suspicious, not knowing what the old monk said.

"It shouldn't be, it's just that you got her sword by chance!" The old monk nodded as if he had some insight, and then he said to Monk Jueyin: "Send two donors down the mountain."

When the three of them walked away, the old monk closed his eyes and murmured softly: "The agreement with Mr. Zhang back then has been concluded now, but this little guy has taken an extraordinary path. How many times can the immortal Buddha save him alone?"

Zhang Shaoyang still descended from the back mountain. After passing the Gongde Forest, there was a steep long stone staircase of more than a thousand steps. At this time, a man in brocade clothes climbed up the steps on the stone stairs, and a eight-hole jade flute was tied to his waist. He always had a faint smile on his face. When he passed by Zhang Shaoyang and the other two, he nodded slightly and walked towards the Gongde Forest. Zhang Shaoyang turned around and looked at the man, and always felt a strange feeling that he couldn't say.

Zhang Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, and his steps down gradually slowed down a little. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. When he turned around and looked at the man just now, there was no figure on the steps of hundreds of steps?

On the big Buddha on the cliff, the monk sitting upright in the hands of the Buddha suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were pitch black. At the feet of the Buddha, a man walked slowly by. Every step he took had a wonderful charm, as if there was a mysterious response to the inch below his feet. It was not until he walked past the Buddha that the monk in the Buddha's palm closed his eyes again and returned to silence.

The man with jade flute walked on the back mountain of Lantuo Temple and looked at the Great Hall with a corner in the distance. His smile became stronger and he said, "Master said Lantuo Temple should not be underestimated. I think this is not the case. If this is so heartless and righteous, can we really become an immortal golden arhat?"

The man walked slowly around the back mountain for 800 steps and came to a cliff. Under the cliff was a skinny monk. Although he was withered, his robe was as beautiful as new. A little monk was entering a meditation by his side, and a faint golden light flashed on his body.

The man in the jade flute frowned, put away his cynical smile with a rare chance, gently took off the jade flute from his waist, pinched it in his hand, and invisibly pressed the four holes with his left hand, and then gently patted the jade flute on his right hand, making him feel endlessly romantic and comfortable.

"Are you the monk Wunian?" The man's fingers were slender and he was playing with the jade flute casually. The monk on the other side, whom he called the monk Wunian, was motionless, but the thin water flow not far away suddenly stopped. In just a moment, the cold air condensed into a thin icicle, which went straight to the bottom of the cliff. Then the water flowed again along the icicle, and it was frozen on the icicle before it flowed down, and soon formed a huge ice cone thick at the top and thin at the bottom.

Monk Jueyin opened his eyes as if he had some awareness and stared at the icicle with a complicated expression on his face. However, the ice cone only sealed for a moment, and then he heard a slight cracking sound. The icicle cracked inch by inch from bottom to top. When it reached the thick position above, it exploded inch by inch by inch, and white ice crystals flew, and a layer of strange snow-song hung on the surrounding branches.

The monk breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at the man in brocade clothes who had arrived at some point, smiled kindly, and then continued to enter into meditation.

After all the icicles exploded, a thin stream of water hangs down from the cliff again, stretching endlessly.

Monk Wunian opened his eyes, and a terrifying light burst out in his eyes for a moment, and then immediately went down depressed again, and finally reflected the young man who was about to lose his patience.

"Young Master Xiao Xiaoyu, the master Pianpian... Are you his apprentice?"

The man snorted coldly, and did not answer, but instead clicked on the ground with the jade flute in his hand. The sand and gravel on the ground suddenly trembled. His jade flute pointed and a stream of water flowed out of the cold pond in the distance. In the blink of an eye, all of them disappeared into the jade flute in his hand. Then he raised his hand and trembled, and a crisp shout came out of his mouth. In an instant, a water sword shot out from the jade flute and shot straight into the old monk's face.

The old monk looked solemn and raised his hand and slashed it. Eighteen water droplets appeared in front of his chest, forming a string of transparent rosary. He flicked his left hand and suddenly three drops of water shot to both sides. The icicle just now exploded the ice residue left on the branches. It was instantly beaten by the water droplets, hanging in the air and did not fall, but formed an ice wall as thin as a cicada's wings.

The next moment, the remaining water droplets in front of the old monk burst into pieces, and combined with the ice wall, forming a protruding barrier. As soon as the barrier was formed, the water column was approaching. Only a dull sound was heard. Suddenly, the mist filled the sky, and the ice chips were flying around. The ice-formed ice wall also dissipated in an instant, making a crisp sound of shattering.

The man's face darkened, his hands moved, and he waved dozens of water swords in succession. The water sword exploded violently in the air, and finally formed dense fine needles, pressing towards the old monk overwhelmingly.

"Amitabha!" The old monk's robe was bulging by the wind, raised his hands above his head and drew a semicircle, then slowly closed his chest, and a golden light jumped on his body. In the blink of an eye, the golden needle rushed in front of him.

If the monk wakes up, he can see a wonderful scene. The thin needle comes in a fierce manner, but it explodes three feet away around the old monk. Every time it explodes, it falls on the lake like drizzle, making a rippling ripples. What’s even more strange is that a ferocious lion’s head appears in the center of the ripples. The more thin needles, the wonderful scene of a lion’s head is formed.
Chapter completed!