A brick into the fairyland

"Who?" Several people focused their eyes on Monk Yan at the same time, staring at him curiously. ()

Monk Yan held the scroll in his hand and flipped it left and right, with a shocked expression on his face.

"Do you know the person in the painting?" Zhuge Buliang looked at him.

Monk Yan nodded solemnly, and solemnly spread the scroll in front of him, saying: "If the person in this painting is as I expected, it is the demon monk who was famous in the prehistoric fairyland."

"Monk!" [

"it's him!?"

The few people were immediately stunned by these words, and stared at the heroic monk in the painting in disbelief. Although it was only a portrait, the eyes of the person in the painting were extremely terrifying, like two bottomless demon abysses, captivating mind.

Monk Yan said: "Back then I found the ancient cave where the demon monk retreated and got his inheritance in it. I saw a picture scroll exactly like it there, so I suspected that the person in this painting was that demon monk. I didn’t expect to see the same scroll here again.”

Zhuge Buliang frowned, stared at the scroll, and said: "If it's true, it seems that that demon monk also cultivated here."

"En" the monk nodded slightly.

"Look, it's written on it, but it's in Sanskrit, I can't read it." The Maverick Witch pointed at the lines above and said.

Monk Yan stared at the few lines of characters, considered for a moment, and said, "It says 'For Master Yan Tianbei'."

"Yan Tianbei?" Zhuge Buliang said: "Could it be the name of that demon monk? Don't you Buddhist disciples all pay attention to Dharma names?"

"I don't know. If it's true, the owner of this skeleton must be the disciple of the demon monk." Monk Yan said, he rolled up the scroll, and then bowed respectfully to the skeleton three times.His current identity is the descendant of the demon monk, and the person in front of him is naturally the senior brother of the monk Yan, although he has passed away for an unknown number of years.

At this moment, Zhuge Buliang vaguely sensed a strange fluctuation under the skeleton. At that moment, Zhuge Buliang carefully moved the skeleton away after seeking the permission of the monk Yan, and then lifted the soil layer under the skeleton with his palm. Blast away.

In the soil layer, a crimson wooden lotus platform was exposed. The lotus platform was covered with soil and looked a bit worn out, but it could still be seen that this crimson lotus platform was carved with some complicated Buddhist mantras. There were twelve wooden pieces in total. Each lotus petal is engraved with the word "卍".

"It smells so good," Xiao Yun said taking a deep breath.

There was a refreshing fragrance exuding from the wooden lotus platform, which was the same as the fragrance from the previous skeleton, but it was more intense.

Monk Yan said: "This lotus platform seems to be refined by the ancestral roots of the red lotus. It is rumored that there are three kinds of lotus flowers in the world, blue, white, and red. They are all valuable treasures, and the ancestral roots of this lotus are more It is of extraordinary value, and it is the ultimate material for refining magic weapons."

There was a look of excitement on Monk Yan's face. There was no doubt that the lotus platform in front of him was the treasure of Buddhism.He walked up to the lotus platform and raised his hand to shake off the dirt on the lotus platform. Suddenly, he was attracted by the twelve raised places on the lotus platform. These twelve raised places were similar to the positions of the lotus pod chains.Monk Yan raised his hand and injected a stream of pure Buddha power.

Immediately, twelve golden lights lit up on twelve protruding places, and then the entire lotus platform was suspended, floating in mid-air, pure Buddha power rippling out, and the fragrance in the air became even stronger. concentrated.

"I understand, these twelve raised places are inlaid with the relics of twelve great saints in the Buddhist world." Monk Yan's face showed a rare ecstasy.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Yan, now you are well developed, this is a rare Buddhist treasure." Hua Lao couldn't help showing a tinge of joy.

Zhuge Buliang smacked his lips, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "As expected, it is indeed a sacred place in the Buddhist world. You can find treasures wherever you dig."

Monk Yan raised his hand, and the lotus platform cleared away bright rays of light, which finally turned into the size of a palm, and slowly flew into the palm of Monk Yan.The lotus platform is as red as blood, but faintly reveals the golden light of Buddhism.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past, and the palm-sized lotus platform was grabbed by the black shadow and flew towards the outside of the temple in an instant.

"Damn it! Bandit!" Hua Nao cried out strangely.

Seeing that the Buddha treasure in hand was suddenly snatched away, several people couldn't help being furious.Zhuge Buliang raised his hand and slapped it, but the black shadow was so fast that it disappeared in a flash and escaped from the temple.

"Quick!" He stammered.

"Chase!" Zhuge Buliang snorted coldly, and rushed out of the temple.The monk who spoke, and those who stammered and chattered followed closely behind.Although they didn't have to spend a lot of effort to get this Buddha treasure, they can't just watch it being snatched away by others.

"That black shadow doesn't look like a person." Monk Yan said, although the speed of the black shadow was so fast that he didn't even feel its approaching breath at all, but it is certain that the size of the black shadow was only more than one foot long .

Several people rushed out of the temple and saw a dozen cultivators gathered outside the temple at some time, all dressed in green clothes, they seemed to be disciples of a certain immortal sect.

And the leader, a man in Tsing Yi, is playing with the scarlet lotus in his hand at the moment. On his shoulder, squatting a raccoon with dark and bright hair, it is alive and kicking, with a pair of lovely big eyes flickering. Hu Shan stared at the man in Tsing Yi, cut his bright red tongue and licked the man's face twice.

"Hehehe, luck is really good, I found a good treasure right away." The man in Tsing Yi smiled and patted the cute raccoon on his shoulder.

A female cultivator standing next to the man in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "Senior Brother Feng has this little treasure-hunting beast. During this trip to the sanctuary, I am afraid that all the treasures will not be able to escape from the palm of Senior Brother Feng."

"Hehehe, what's the matter? Is Junior Sister Yun jealous? It's good. If I find something good later, I'll give it to Junior Sister?" The man in Tsing Yi laughed.

"Hey, that's what you said, brother." The female cultivator smiled sweetly.

"Treasure thief!" The little cow witch stood in front of them angrily, pointed at the man in Tsing Yi and said, "That thing belongs to us, and it was snatched by your mouse who doesn't want mice and cats like cats." .”

"Whoah squeak"

Seemingly dissatisfied with what the Maverick Witch said, the little bowl bear jumped up on the shoulder of the man in Tsing Yi, barking wildly.

"What's your name? You're a treasure thief!" The Maverick Witch exclaimed angrily.

The female cultivator next to the man in Tsing Yi looked up and down at the Maverick Witch, brushed the blue hair on her forehead, glanced at her red lips, and hummed softly: "Where did you come from, such a wild girl, who doesn't know how to be polite, and screams."

"You're the wild girl, you flirtatious little rascal," the Maverick Witch said mercilessly, and she blushed the female cultivator's face with just one sentence.

"Xiaoye girl, what are you talking about!?" The female cultivator suddenly raised her brows.

"Junior Sister Yun, don't panic." The man in Tsing Yi suddenly shouted softly, patted the raccoon on his shoulder, then looked at the Maverick Witch, and finally fixed his eyes on the pair of striking bull horns on her head, and said: "You are the bull head mountain people"

"So what?" The Maverick Witch raised her head. [

At this time, Zhuge Buliang, Monk Yan, Stuttering Hualao and others also came out of the temple.

The female cultivator sneered and said, "I said, how dare you be so polite, you wild girl, so there are helpers."

The chatter stood up and shouted, "Return our things."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Your thing? Which one is your thing?"

"Isn't this nonsense? Of course it's the thing in your hand." Hua Nao was indignant.

The man in Tsing Yi played with the vermilion lotus in his hand, and said with a smile: "Is there anything that can prove that it belongs to you, since it is in the hands of my Xiaoyaozong, it is naturally my Xiaoyaozong's thing."