Buddha Song

In Duobao City, Mo Ke is bidding farewell to Ling Shaofeng and Zhuge Kun at this moment. The two of them are going to the Bajing Palace to celebrate the birthday of Elder Xuanqi, the number one powerhouse in the Taoist sect, while Mo Ke is preparing to continue walking on the Heavenly Emperor Star to save all living beings. Heal your wounded soul.

"Quack...Second brother, I will miss you!" Xiong hugged Moke, and the fat on Zhuge Kun's face trembled wildly.

"Take care all the way!"

"Take care all the way!"

Mo Ke and the two nodded, everything was kept silent.

In Duobao City, there is a large teleportation array. After Mo Ke sent the two away, he left this place and started walking aimlessly in Duobao City.Xiaojin has swallowed too many precious spiritual fruits, and is in the Qiankun bag at this time, falling into a kind of deep sleep. Moco has a blood connection with it, and he can sense that it is gradually becoming stronger, so he is not worried.

In Duobao City, it was very lively, with many practitioners, and various hawking sounds one after another, giving people the feeling of a market, but the traders here are all practitioners who have cultivated themselves.

"This little master, stay a step..."

Mo Ke stepped up the street, and suddenly heard someone calling him beside him, turned around, and suddenly saw a very simple and honest old man, twirling a sparse goatee, with a pile of items in front of him.Obviously, this old man is a casual cultivator who set up a stall to sell some magic weapon training materials.

Mo Ke can be regarded as a master at this time. If you scan casually, you can clearly see the old man's cultivation level, and he is a practitioner in the early stage of Yuanying.

Putting his hands together, Mo Ke said with a smile, "Amitabha, benefactor, I don't know your name is a monk, what advice do you have?"

"Don't dare..."

The old man showed a rather frightened look, and put his hands together, showing a pious expression and said, "Amitabha...Little master, this old man has always admired my Buddha, and hoped that the glory of my Buddha can spread everywhere. The reason is that the King Kong Temple and other temples refuse to accept the old man. However, every time I meet a Buddhist disciple, the old man will form a good relationship. In this way, my little master, please choose one of my pile of magic weapons and precious materials, and I will only charge you You are a high-grade spirit stone! Amitabha...My Buddha is merciful..."

Hearing that the old man claimed to be an admirer of Buddhism, Mo Ke's expression suddenly became solemn, but he heard that he wanted to take out a high-grade spirit stone, buy a magic weapon, and form a relationship with Buddhism.

A high-grade spirit stone is enough to buy a lot of this old man's items.

Although what the old man said was very sincere, it was obvious that he was suspected of extortion to ask for such an exorbitant price.

"This..." Mo Ke's complexion changed slightly, and Mo Ke pondered.

"Amitabha...that's it! Little master, fifty medium-grade spirit stones! If I become a Buddha, I will lose money. However, my Buddha is glorious, and you are a disciple of Buddhism. I am willing to suffer this loss!" The old man rolled his eyeballs and spoke righteously.

"Amitabha, all right!"

For the fifty middle-grade spirit stones, Mo Ke didn't care too much at the moment, and he didn't want to get too entangled with the old man, so he nodded and agreed.Immediately, he began to look down at the pile of objects below, all of which were low-grade magical artifacts, ordinary refining artifacts, alchemy materials, and some fragments, and there were some weird ones.

"Huh? This broken pot..." With a flash of his eyes, Mo Ke noticed a dark broken pot.

Just now my Buddha consciousness has been swept away, it seems that this seemingly ordinary pot with a big hole in it jumped slightly.With a wave of his hand, a wave of Buddha's energy lingered, and Mo Ke immediately held the broken pot in his hand.

The starting point is extremely heavy and extremely cold. It seems to be made of a piece of black iron. Mo Ke observed carefully and found that there is a faint texture on it, which is a bit strange.

"Little master, you really have good eyesight! This magic weapon is a rare treasure. I bought it for ten high-grade spirit stones, and it was extremely cold and heavy. I doubt it. A broken fairy artifact!"

Seeing Mo Ke picking up the broken pot, the old man immediately moved his head over, with a mysterious and sure tone on his face.

Laughing dumbfounded, at this moment, Mo Ke had already seen through the old man's tricks, and his claim that he was a Buddhist believer was probably just nonsense.As for the statement that the broken pot is a broken fairy artifact, Mo Ke laughed even more, it is simply nonsense!

Too lazy to talk too much with the old man, Mo Ke flipped his hands, and fifty middle-grade spirit stones flew out, and at the same time, the broken pot was put into the universe bag.Seeing Qian Yan's sinister smile, the old man lost his simple and honest appearance and showed his true face.

"Hey...Old Jintou is really powerful, he is extraordinary when he makes a move!" On the side, a middle-aged practitioner who set up a stall was extremely envious.

"Shut up! My old man believes in my Buddha devoutly. Don't blame me for being ruthless if you talk nonsense again!" Blowing his beard and staring, the old man looked furious.

For these words, Mo Ke smiled lightly, my heart was like a spring breeze, and I didn't care about it at all, and I left this place as soon as I took a step.

Instead of staying in Duobao City, Mo Ke left this place and landed in a nearby mountain range, wandering among the villages, saving all living beings and preaching the essence of Buddhism.

The bright moonlight fell down, and the lake as clear as a jewel, flowing with soft brilliance, like a huge luminous gemstone, coupled with the moonlight like water waves, it seemed to be shrouded in a layer The faint thin smoke is as beautiful as a fairyland.

Under the moonlight, the water waves suddenly rippled, layers of fine ripples, Mo Ke walked on the waves, feeling the quiet and empty atmosphere here.

The surroundings are quiet and silent, occasionally there are insects chirping and the sound of the lake rippling, Mo Ke's heart is silent, without sadness or joy.After spreading the Dharma for a whole day in the noisy village, Mo Ke felt a unique feeling in his heart when he felt the quiet atmosphere again.

"Yeah!"

At this moment, a goshawk near the lake was alarmed, uttered a cry suddenly, and flew away, causing quite a commotion, many birds and beasts were alarmed, and the atmosphere of silence disappeared.

Smiling slightly, Mo Ke didn't care, stepped on his footsteps, and his body was like flowing clouds, and he came to a dark blue crouching bull stone beside the lake.

Sitting cross-legged, Moke's Buddha consciousness went deep into the Qiankun bag, and found that Xiaojin was still sleeping, and was about to leave, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark broken basin, with a movement in his heart, he stretched out his palm, and the broken basin appeared in his palm.Facing the bright moonlight, Mo Ke looked at it carefully. Although he had a vague guess in his heart, after looking at it for a long time, it was still just an ordinary broken pot made of black iron.

"Buzzing......"

Just when Mo Ke was about to put it away, the Wanli Qiankun Map that had been silent in Mo Ke's body suddenly vibrated violently, and a hurried and excited voice suddenly passed into Mo Ke's mind.

"Little monk, hurry up! Recognize the Lord with the blood essence of the body. This is an amazing treasure! It has been damaged, but the essence bred inside is still there. After you get it, give me some energy from the broken fragments. I will recover soon! This girl suspects that it is made of Chaos Stone! Chaos Stone, a little bit, contains infinite power, it is extremely precious!"

"What? Chaos Stone?" Mo Ke was overjoyed with a chill in his heart.

Xuanjizi told himself that only by collecting Chaos Stone, Myriad Tribulations Buddha Gold, and Yan Luotu, can he restore his sealed memory. If this broken pot is made of Chaos Stone, it will naturally be an unexpected surprise.As for the owner of that voice, it was naturally Linglinger, who had created an agreement with him to recognize the master equally.

"Amitabha... Ling'er, are you sure?" Taking a deep breath, Mo Ke responded with his Buddha consciousness.

"Nonsense! This girl's vision is naturally inseparable. You bombarded this broken basin fiercely, and it was wrapped in a thick layer of black iron. After breaking open, immediately consume a drop of your own blood, drop blood Acknowledge the Lord!" Ling'er's voice came again, very eager.

After pondering for a while, Mo Ke held the broken basin with his left hand and punched it down with his right hand!

"Boom!"

The power of the fist is like a mountain, urging to wither and weep. Although Mo Ke can't use too much Buddha's power, his physical power is so powerful, comparable to a top-grade spiritual weapon. The dark black iron fell down, revealing the real body inside.