Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

"Master Mu, I just want to know who hired Yu Xing to ambush me?" Lu Guangming asked.

"Don't bother, if I say that I won't be able to mess around in this Yuanzhou City in the future, well, after playing with you for so long, this puppet body will be given to you."

After saying that, the wooden master was about to give up his life, Lu Guangming's face changed, and the spirit net turned into a rope to bind the puppet's body.

It's just that the puppet's face is sneering even stronger.

Snap.

The puppet's hands and feet hung weakly, and it was obvious that the carpenter had given up the body.

Meng Yuan has been carefully observing the puppet, and there is a feeling of déjà vu, which seems to be similar to the way the stone turtle comes. "Lord, my lord spare my life, I don't dare anymore

, I don't dare anymore, from now on I am willing to join Yasuyaji." Yu Xing can only do his best to save his life, but he is a formation mage who can rely on the formation arrangement to trap and kill Jindan, and at this moment he can only sell his last freedom to survive.

Lu Guangming didn't intend to kill Yu Xing, after all, it was also a clue, but this guy didn't have a little temperament and made him slightly disdainful.

But Yu Xingcai, who has been crawling at the bottom, does not care about this, he has no position, or will always stand on his own position.

Zhang Tai went to clean up the wood chips on the ground and the issue of compensation, while Meng Yuan and the three sat on chairs and discussed the puppet.

"Mushi is a well-known middleman in the ghost city of Wonju City, and the most well-informed person, many people will buy news from him, he must know the identity of his employer, but no one has ever seen the real body of Mushi, there were people who tried to find him but disappeared in the end."

Yu Xing really did not dare to hide anything this time, and said what he knew, even speculated.

"Can you still contact him?"

"This, it's gone, but in the ghost market tomorrow night, the wood master will definitely appear." Although he has saved his life, Yu Xing still tries his best to show his value.

The ghost market is not a black market or underground trading place as understood by Meng Yuan.

Its origin is very peculiar, as if a natural phenomenon, like a wind and rain descending somewhere in the world, there will be some mysterious existences appear in the ghost market, and no one knows where they come from, and they can't even communicate, they can only trade.

Some speculate that they may really come from the underworld, and the ghost market is the gateway to the underworld.

These are all what Lu Guangming told Meng Yuan, there are three ghost markets in Dayan, and Yuanzhou City is the southernmost one, so I am afraid that there will be many terrifying guys in the ghost market, and even big demons mixed into the world.

On the other hand, Yu Anzhi, the captain of Jingye who was constantly visiting the previous county commander in Gaoling County, finally had a little eyebrow after two days and two nights of rushing.

He saw a huge stables in the backyard of the county office, set up separately, surrounded by black stone slabs, leaving only an exit.

According to the current prefectural order, it should have been left by his predecessor, and although he thought it was not good-looking, he was too lazy to tear it down.

In the stable, a special smell of decay, accompanied by a smell of sweat from a war horse, has not dissipated for a long time.

Yu Anzhi immediately asked the headquarters of the Jing Yesi Division to help him check the ancient books, whether there was such a horse.

And the reply only has one paragraph: "A horse from the ghost market."

Yu Anzhi quickly passed the news to Lu Guangming.

"Are there people selling horses in the ghost market?"

Yu Xing shook his head when he heard this: "I don't know this, the underworld horse is an extremely rare mount, does not eat or drink and travels thousands of miles at night, and it is even rumored that it can enter and exit the Yin and Yang realms, I have never seen it with my own eyes in the ghost market for so many years."

"The carpenter knows for sure."

Lu Guang nodded secretly, sure enough, he still had to find the wood master first, if this person was willing to cooperate, many problems could be solved.

Immediately looked at Meng Yuan, who was sitting quietly on the side, and asked, "Does Master Miao Evil think that Master Mu will cooperate with us?"

Meng Yuan shook his head: "Difficult, after all, it is a matter of smashing people's signboards, and General Lu may be able to ask him with the puppet in his hand if there are horse sellers in the ghost market, and even directly inquire about the news of the Corpse King Sect."

Since this Wood Master is the most well-informed person in the entire Yuanzhou City, maybe he knows something, so why go along the path of others?

That puppet was tested by Lu Guangming, the sword is difficult to hurt, water and fire are not invaded, it is obviously not an ordinary thing, presumably the other party will not be easily willing.

Lu Guangming suddenly slapped the table and said, "Haha, I've been a little confused by that trouble these two days, and I have to thank Master Miaoxi for his guidance."

"It's just a trifle."

Yu Xing secretly looked at Meng Yuan, originally thinking that this little monk of the Qi Training Realm was just a junior of General Lu, so he paid special attention to him, but whether it was looking for the traces of the wood master and the attitude he displayed, it made him realize that this person was not so simple.

After dawn, the innkeeper Xiaoer came to repair the door panel with a tool, and did not say a word about last night's incident.

"Master, there are so many people!" Manzhu, who was lying by the window and watching the street scene, shouted happily.

Tonight, the ghost market will open, and some cultivators or merchants who have come from farther away have come early, and there are many powerful auras in the inn.

There are many cultivators walking on the street, carrying swords and swords one by one, and the long ones are also strange, and ordinary people avoid it from a distance when they see it.

"Master, you see, there are also big bald heads like you?"

Big bald head? It's a monk.

Meng Yuan walked to the window, gently patted Manzhu's body, and said with a strange smile: "I will also shave your head and make a small bald head according to the teacher."

Manzhu thought about the way he looked when his hair was shaved, and suddenly snorted, and looked at him pitifully: "Master, I'm wrong, don't shave my hair, okay?"

Meng Yuan ignored her and instead looked at the two monks on the street. The big monk is

wearing a fire robe, gold rings in earrings, holding a tin staff, the little monk is dressed in a plain white monk's robe, his eyebrows are lit with cinnabar, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and his face is also very handsome.

And Meng Yuan's gaze by the window also seemed to attract the attention of the two monks, and they turned their heads one after another, and the little monk raised his palm and saluted slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

Meng Yuan also saluted back, and the two saluted each other across the street, and outsiders thought it was a monk who was a temple and ignored it.

After saluting each other, the two monks continued to walk forward.

"Kong Luo, you seem to care about that person?" The great monk was surprised to see that his disciple had been smiling since he had saluted the monk just now.

"Master, I am afraid that the Dharma of that senior disciple is not inferior to mine, and the disciple is naturally happy."

"Oh? I saw that he was just practicing qi cultivation, you are now a golden pill, that person is comparable to you?

The precepts were a little surprised, his disciple was a Tianjiao who had not met in a thousand years, but he was about to cultivate the Golden Pill in his twenties, and he was even more profound in Buddhism, and even the monks of the older generation were not opponents of arguing with him.

Once Kong Luo cultivates the golden pill, he may become the Buddha of the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect, and Landa Temple may once again become the leader of the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect.

Where did this little monk come from?