Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, you are well."

A monk in plain monk robes stood beside Wang Fu, chanted the Buddha's name, and put his palms together in a flat arch. He has a fair face, a gentle smile on his lips, and looks approachable.

But Wang Fu's expression was a little stiff. He still remembered the first time he met Monk Wuchen, and knew how terrifying the monk in front of him was.

Especially when he thought of the demon-conquering pestle hanging on his forehead, Wang Fu felt a palpitation in his heart.

"I've met Master Wuchen..." After thinking about it, Wang Fu bowed his hand respectfully to Wuchen.

"I don't dare to be a master. A young monk is nothing more than a wandering monk." Wuchen clasped his palms together and said.

Wang Fu cursed in his heart. He knew how powerful this monk was. Any wandering monk was just trying to trick people. With this thought in his mind, Wang Fu still smiled kindly on the surface:

"I didn't expect to meet Master Wuchen here. It's really an honor for me. I wonder if Master has collected thousands of Buddhist instruments and accomplished thousands of causes and effects?"

"Thank you for your concern, donor. The young monk collected the last Buddhist instrument not long ago and has completed the foundation construction." After Wuchen finished speaking, he called out the Buddha's name and then said, "Amitabha, this is all thanks to the donor's Buddhist instrument." Leafless Lotus Lantern'.

"Master, you're welcome. According to what the master said at that time, I took the master's soul-stirring bell and settled matters with the master." Wang Fu said with a smile.

However, Wuchen shook his head and said:

"The difference mentioned by the benefactor, the cause and effect between the young monk and the benefactor is still there and has not been completely resolved. The young monk did not practice enough before and could not understand the mystery. Now he meets the benefactor again and understands the true meaning."

Wang Fu's face twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling, but he still calmly asked:

"I wonder what Master Wuchen said is the true meaning..."

However, before Wang Fu finished speaking, Wuchen's voice came again. He held his hands flat and chanted the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha!"

"The donor has my Buddhist relics on his body, which is exactly what the young monk needs to condense the purple gold elixir. Please give it back to the young monk."

Wang Fu sighed inwardly, as if this was indeed the case, he knew that the young monk's appearance was definitely not without purpose, and indeed he came after the treasure on him.

It's just that these Buddhist relics... Wang Fu really doesn't know very well, but it sounds like an extremely precious treasure. It must be hidden among his many trophies. It's just that he doesn't know the truth, so it is covered with dust.

After Jiang Yan heard about the "Buddhist relics", he was shocked. He looked at the fair monk in front of him in surprise, who he couldn't see clearly, then looked at Wang Fu, and couldn't help but say:

"Wang Fu, do you really have Buddhist relics on your body?"

When Wang Fu heard this, he smiled bitterly and said:

"I don't know either. I don't even know what Buddhist relics are."

Jiang Yan felt a little funny when he heard this, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his cold face with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He said:

"Buddhist relics can only be born after a Buddhist master who has a profound understanding of Buddhism is enthroned. It contains the Buddhist master's lifelong understanding of Buddhism, which is extremely precious to Buddhist monks."

"It doesn't do much for us."

"Master Wuchen is a high-ranking Buddhist monk. You must feel the invisible light of the Buddha's relics from your body. I think it's better for you to hand the relics to the master."

After saying this, Jiang Yan unexpectedly raised his hand towards Wuchen in a rare gesture.

When Wang Fu saw this, he raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe that Jiang Yan, a cold-faced and cold-hearted guy, would be so polite to someone he met for the first time? Even turning his elbows outward?

Use his things to please this monk?

Wang Fu was a little angry, but it only took him a moment to react. He knew that Jiang Yan was well-informed and must have sensed something from Monk Wuchen, otherwise he wouldn't act like this. You know, he, the dark son of the Blood Demon Sect, has never been so polite to that blood son, and he even harbors hatred.

With this thought in his mind, Wang Fu felt more and more mysterious that Monk Wuchen was mysterious.

"Amitabha!" Wuchen clasped his hands towards Jiang Yan and bowed his head. He was also very polite, with a smile on his fair face, "What the donor said is true, the relic can only be obtained by Buddhist monks who have a profound understanding of Buddhism." The talent is condensed and manifested after sitting down. It contains a lifetime of Buddhist insights and will not increase your cultivation or enhance your spiritual awareness.”

"It is just passed down to the world as a kind of Buddhist inheritance."

"If the donor holds it in his hand, it will not be of much use. Only when it is given to a young monk can the relics play their due role."

Wuchen looked at Wang Fu and showed a peaceful smile.

"Donor, don't worry. Just like last time, the monk will compensate the benefactor with other things, and the benefactor will be satisfied."

Having said this, Wuchen suddenly turned his palm over, revealing a pale golden demon-conquering pestle, and then said with a smile:

"If the donor wants Xiao Monk's demon-conquering pestle, Xiao Monk will agree to it."

Wang Fu looked at the demon-subduing pestle, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch wildly. Although the demon-subduing pestle changed color, from jet black to light gold, Wang Fu's head was almost smashed by this thing, not to mention changing the color. He can recognize it when it gets bigger or smaller.

Looking up at Monk Wuchen's peaceful and gentle smile, Wang Fu always felt that this monk had no good intentions. Wasn't this clearly telling him that if he didn't give, he would be ripped off?

Wang Fu didn't believe it at all if he agreed to the Demonic Pestle. He was afraid that he had just received the Demonic Pestle in one breath, and the Demonic Pestle would "spontaneously" knock on his head in the next breath.

Wang Fuke still remembered what this seemingly harmless little monk once said:

I was worried that the benefactor would take action when he saw the young monk, or run away directly. In that case, the young monk would not be able to grasp the seriousness of the action, which might hurt the benefactor's life.

Wang Fu felt palpitations every time he thought of these words.

Although he is now much stronger than before, he is still afraid of this little monk. Not to mention other things, Wang Fu cannot help but refuse because he still cannot see through the other party.

"Master Wuchen is very polite. Since it is a Buddhist relic, it should be returned to the master." Wang Fu cupped his hands and said with a smile, but then his face became confused again, "It's just that I don't know what this relic looks like..."

"Donor, don't worry, the relic is in the donor's storage bag. The donor will know it when he finds it." Wuchen put his palms together and said.

Wang Fu was stunned. He had already checked his storage bag and found nothing unusual. But since the other party said so, Wang Fu released his consciousness and entered the storage bag. Among the many items, a small golden The beads are emitting a faint light, which is particularly eye-catching.

This light made Wang Fuyuanshen feel deeply warm and slightly surprised.

"Is this the Buddha's light? The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and ghosts and evil spirits retreat... It's a good thing, but a pity."

Wang Fu sighed slightly. He had already recognized that the bead belonged to Master Ci Mian. He still remembered that Master Ci Mian used it to withstand thunder from the sky, but unfortunately it still could not withstand the rules of the ruins.

Under the guidance of his spiritual consciousness, Wang Fu also took out the bead.

A faint golden Buddha light bloomed in Wang Fu's arm, and the two heads beside Wang Fu leaned closer to watch. It was not until Wu Chen opened his mouth to chant the Buddha's name that Jiang Yan and Ma Liang retracted their necks.

"Amitabha!" Wuchen said, "Thank you so much, the donor, for returning the relic of the Buddha's path to me."

After saying that, with a move of his dust-free white hands, the pale golden bead in Wang Fu's palm slowly flew into his hand. With a "click", the bead shattered, revealing a small round stone about the size of a thumb inside.

That is, relics.

Wang Fu was also surprised when he saw the true face of the relic. After thinking about it, he decided to tell Wuchen its origin. He said:

"Master Wuchen, this relic comes from Master Ci Mian, the host of Hongliang Temple in Daqi Immortal Realm. Master Ci Mian died under the thunder of the ruins rules, so I got it."

"According to Master Ci Mian, there was a Buddhist practitioner in the Golden Elixir Realm in Hongliang Temple, but I don't know if this relic is the object of that Buddhist practitioner's death."

"Amitabha!" Wuchen raised his palms to the king, "Thank you very much for informing me, the donor. The karma between the donor and my Buddha has deepened a lot. If the donor is willing to turn to Buddhism, the young monk will do his best to help the donor and become a great monk..."

When Wang Fu heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

Let him become a monk?

Eat fast, chant Buddha's name, and not be close to women?

This little monk really had no good intentions.