Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"This is good, Master's insight."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but pull up his cheeks when he saw Wang Fu looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Wang Fu turned around and glared at Jiang Yan who was gloating about his misfortune. He quickly looked at Wuchen and refused:

"Wu, Master Wuchen, if my six faculties are not exhausted, I'm afraid I won't be able to cultivate to Buddhahood."

"Amitabha!" Wuchen called out the Buddha's name, looked at Wang Fu carefully up and down, and then said with regret, "The donor has ghost energy, and the evil energy is very strong. If you want to practice Buddhism, you need to undergo the purification of the Buddha's light. It’s the young monk Meng Lang who suffers the pain of ghosts eating his heart.”

Wuchen glanced at Wang Fu seriously, then turned his palm over, took out a yellowing booklet, and stuffed it into Wang Fu's arm without any explanation.

"This is the Buddhist [Diamond Sutra]. If the donor has time, he can study it and recite it carefully. It can purify and suppress the evil spirits in the donor's body."

Wang Fu looked at the booklet in his hand and felt like crying. Could it be that the relic was exchanged for such a Buddhist scripture?

But seeing Monk Wuchen's serious expression, Wang Fu couldn't refuse. The main reason was that the monk was too mysterious, so mysterious that he had no confidence in winning.

"Many, thank you Master Wuchen." Wang Fu could only smile bitterly, break his teeth and swallow.

"This benefactor can also study more to get rid of the murderous aura in his body." Wuchen nodded slightly, then turned to face Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan frowned, shocked, and then nodded solemnly.

Seeing this, Wuchen regained his calm appearance. He looked at Wang Fu and said:

"Donor, the young monk has just built the foundation and has no treasures on his body. However, this relic is priceless to the young monk. If the donor is not compensated, the young monk may feel uneasy."

"Why don't the donor make a request to the young monk? As long as it is within the monk's ability, the young monk will fulfill it for the donor."

“What does the donor think?”

When Wang Fu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. Is there such a good thing?

He couldn't help but look at the Blood Demon Sect Tonghou, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but want Wuchen to get rid of this big enemy for him.

"Has Master Wuchen ever killed anyone?" Wang Fu asked.

"Amitabha! The young monk never kills people, but he can save people to see the Buddha." Wuchen said calmly.

Wang Fu was startled. This was the first time he heard someone use the word "murder" in such a fresh and refined manner.

"Does the donor want the young monk to send that person to see the Buddha?"

"Is it okay?" Wang helped asked.

"It's a bit difficult. This person's strength is not far from that of the young monk, but it can be done with some time." Wuchen looked at Tong Hou in the pavilion in the distance and said calmly, "If we give the young monk some more time, we can complete it." With a few karma, it will be easy.”

Wang Fu and Jiang Yan looked at each other, and their fear of the harmless little monk in front of them rose to a new level, especially Wang Fu. He thought that when they met Monk Wuchen again, the gap between them would be much smaller, but they didn't. Think about it, there is still a gap.

He didn't doubt Wuchen's words, after all, the other party didn't need to lie at all.

"Donor, please wait a moment and come back when the young monk leaves."

At this moment, Wuchen stepped forward towards the Tong Hou in the distance. Wang Fu saw this and quickly stopped him.

Wuchen thought Wang Fu was worried about the guardians of this space, so he couldn't help but say:

"The donor does not have to worry about the young monk. The herring female donor will not stop the young monk. The young monk chants sutras with her in the attic to get rid of the evil spirits. She gives the young monk a voiceless song... The young monk sends a person to see the Buddha. The herring female The donor won’t mind.”

When Wang Fu heard this, he was shocked. He asked why he had never seen Wuchen here before. It turned out that he was staying in the attic with the woman in the blue dress.

"Wait, wait..." Wang Fu quickly stopped Wu Chen, "Master Wu Chen, don't be impatient. I'll change my request. I'll change my request."

Wuchen stopped when he heard this, clasped his hands together and said:

"Amitabha!"

"The donor really doesn't have to worry about the little monk. The little monk's demon-conquering pestle is still quite powerful."

"No, Master Wuchen, I really want to change my request," Wang Fu couldn't laugh or cry. This monk was really a murderer. He said urgently, "I want a method that can control magic weapons."

"Imperial envoy's magic weapon?" Wuchen was slightly startled.

Not only Wuchen, but also Jiang Yan looked in disbelief. In fact, he was more inclined to let Wuchen kill Tong Hou. After all, this would not only eliminate a big enemy for them, but also allow them to distance themselves from each other, and there would be bloodshed afterwards. When the Blood Demon Ancestor of the Demon Sect was investigated, it had nothing to do with them.

As for the method of using the foundation-building realm's imperial weapon...

"Wang Fu, are you sure?" Jiang Yan couldn't help but ask.

Wang Fu nodded, then looked at Wuchen and said:

"I wonder if the master has such a method?"

"Yes," Wuchen nodded, then shook his head, "But this is a secret that is not taught in Buddhism. A young monk cannot teach it to you."

Wang Fu heard this and smiled bitterly in disappointment. If not, then Tong Hou would have to die here.

However, Wuchen's next words gave him hope again, and he heard Wuchen say:

"But I can ask the female herring benefactor. She should have it."

After Wuchen finished speaking, he immediately walked towards the woman in the green dress. As soon as Wang Fuliu raised his hand to hold her back, Wuchen had already turned into afterimages and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already beside the woman in the green dress.

But the woman in the green dress, after she floated down from the attic, wanted to announce the next relics, but seeing that Master Wuchen was busy, she temporarily stood on the stream with her bare feet and admired the lotus flowers in the stream. .

As for other people, she didn't care at all.

"Amitabha!" Wu Chen came to the stream, clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist name, "Donor Green Fish Lady..."

"Master." The green-dressed woman saw Wu Chen coming and bowed, causing the other monks in this paradise to stare at him, wondering who this monk was.

The Tong Hou slapped the stone table in front of him, snorted coldly, and looked cold.

However, when the green-dressed woman glanced at him from a distance, he sat down again carelessly and tilted his head to the other side.

Tong Hou didn't know that his life was between life and death at this moment.

On the stream, the green-dressed woman opened her red lips lightly, and a pleasant and lively voice came out slowly:

"Master, is there anything?"

"Does Donor Green Fish Lady have a method for the foundation-building realm to control magic weapons?" Wu Chen directly said his intention.

"The method to control the magic weapon?" The woman in the green dress was slightly startled, but she saw Wu Chen staring at her seriously, not joking, and her eyes moved, "Master, wait a moment, I'll ask the ancestor..."

"Thank you." Wu Chen clasped his hands together and bowed.

Just at this moment, a purple thunder flashed across the sky, "boom" and "rip", followed by a purple stream of light falling from the sky, and in an instant it flew into the white palm of the woman in the green dress.

At the same time, a faint ethereal voice with a smile also came into her ears:

"Little Qingyu, no need to ask, give this method to this little monk."

"Qingyu understands."

The woman in the green dress held the purple jade slip, saluted respectfully towards the sky, and then turned around and handed the purple jade slip to Wu Chen.

"Master, give..."