Ancient Gods

Because Mo Yang and Er Gouzi had come to the Buddhist Sect before. In order to save Situ Xue, he had to come to the Buddhist Sect to ask for Bodhi Blood.

But this time was different from the last time. After his cultivation of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons was exposed, the Buddhist Sect sent Bai Fan to pass on a message to him.

Not long after, the two men and the beast had arrived outside the Buddhist Sect's mountain gate.

The mountains here are continuous, the ancient trees are lush, and there is a perennial mist flowing between the green mountains, like a layer of mysterious veil.

Mo Yang still clearly remembers that when he and Er Gouzi came to the Buddhist Sect, it was a cold winter day. Other places were snowing heavily and the weather was cold, but it was completely the opposite here.

It seemed that the alternation of the four seasons here was broken, and it was still like spring.

When he came to the Buddhist Sect's mountain gate, Er Gouzi, who had been shouting before, became obviously cautious.

Looking from a distance, you can see the tall stone gate and the huge stone lions on both sides of the stone gate at a glance, and you can feel an invisible pressure and oppression.

"It's really worthy of being the Buddhist sect. When you come here, the invisible majesty has already made people feel awe..." Xia Fengliu sighed.

After saying that, he looked at Mo Yang and said, "Brother Mo, do we really want to go in?"

In his opinion, Mo Yang's initiative to come to the Buddhist sect is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. Although the Buddhist sect has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, it is definitely not a good thing.

"Let's go!"

Mo Yang stood there and pondered for a moment, then walked towards the stone gate.

When he came to the stone gate, he could see an old monk sitting cross-legged inside the stone gate. His monk robe was tattered, and he sat with his back to the stone gate, with a tattered broom standing beside him.

After seeing the old monk, Mo Yang paused slightly. This time, his cultivation had reached the holy realm, but the old monk in front of him still gave him a feeling of being unfathomable.

And at this time, Mo Yang also deliberately concentrated his mind to sense. The last time he came, he felt that the old monk was like air and could not feel his breath, but this time was different.

This is obviously related to Mo Yang's cultivation. After reaching the holy realm, the six senses have transformed, and naturally they are different from before.

According to Er Gouzi, there are a total of six such old monks in the Buddhist sect, and each of them is a peerless strongman.

"Master!"

Mo Yang stepped forward and stood outside the stone gate to speak.

At this time, Er Gouzi was very honest, staring at the old man with a vigilant look.

Xia Fengliu did not dare to say anything, his mind was tense, and he followed Mo Yang.

"Did the donor come here this time to find medicine or to save people?"

The old monk sat cross-legged in the same place without moving, and did not turn around, but from his words, it was obvious that he knew it was Mo Yang.

Because Mo Yang came to find medicine last time.

Before Mo Yang spoke, the old monk had already stood up and turned around to look at Mo Yang tremblingly.

His eyes were turbid, and his face was full of old age.

He glanced at Mo Yang, frowned slightly, and said: "We had the chance to meet before, and the donor was born with wisdom, but after all, he had no fate with Buddha. This time, the donor should not have come!"

Mo Yang was shocked. This old monk was indeed extraordinary. In his opinion, this old monk sweeping the floor in front of him was much more powerful than those monks who meditated every day in the temple.

"Master, why do you say that?"

Mo Yang pretended to be puzzled and asked.

"This is the Pure Land of Buddhism. Outside the door is the world, and inside the door is the Pure Land. Once you enter this door, everything is out of your control!" The old monk said.

Mo Yang frowned. As for the power of the Buddhist Sect, Mo Yang naturally did not dare to force his way in, but the Buddhist Sect attacked him, and he was indeed angry.

"Master, do you know that the Buddhist Sect attacked me!" After a moment of silence, Mo Yang spoke in a deep voice.

The old monk stood there, silently looking at Mo Yang, and said: "The Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons is known as the ancient magic skill. One thought is a god, one thought is a demon. It is too fierce. The donor is gifted. If he becomes a demon, the people will suffer!"

"Heh... Master, do you know that this skill was created by the ancient emperor?" Mo Yang sneered.

The old monk looked at Mo Yang silently, without saying anything, but standing there, his whole body seemed to have changed into a different person.

"I, Mo Yang, am just an ordinary man, and I have nothing to do with the Buddhist sect. I have been walking my own way, but you insist on interfering. Is this the Buddha you are talking about?"

"If I don't come, the Buddhist sect will surely send strong men to find me!"

"I am just a sweeping monk, I am only responsible for sweeping the floor!" The old monk said.

Before Mo Yang could speak, a young monk came out of the Buddhist sect and said, "Brother Mo!"

Mo Yang frowned slightly, Bai Fan was here.

He saluted the old monk from a distance, and then walked straight towards Mo Yang and the others.

Bai Fan walked out of the stone gate and walked straight forward.

Er Gouzi looked at Bai Fan suspiciously and said, "What does this bald white guy want to do?"

Mo Yang pondered for a moment and followed him.

"Brother Mo, please go back!" Bai Fan turned and looked at Mo Yang and said.

"The Buddhist monks have been in seclusion and meditation these days, brother Mo, please go back!"

Bai Fan continued.

Mo Yang looked at Bai Fan, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I am not here to fight with the Buddhist sect, I just want two drops of Bodhi blood!"

Bai Fan frowned, and after a moment, he turned his palm and a jade gourd appeared in his palm. He handed it to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang showed a trace of surprise on his face. What Bai Fan held in his hand must be Bodhi blood without a doubt. Bodhi blood is very precious. Although Bai Fan is a genius of the Buddhist sect, it is beyond Mo Yang's expectation that he handed it to him.

"This is the Bodhi blood that Brother Mo wants, take it!"

Bai Fan looked very calm.

Er Gouzi's eyes sparkled. In his opinion, this was the most precious treasure among all treasures.

The reason why he came here with Mo Yang was because of the Bodhi blood.

Mo Yang did not reach out to take it for a while, but heard Bai Fan say: "Brother Mo, don't worry, the Buddhist sect should not attack you later!"

Mo Yang raised his eyebrows and said: "Why?"

"A few days ago, a young man came to the Buddhist sect, and he claimed to be the eldest disciple of the sect!" Bai Fan said.

Mo Yang frowned immediately. Could it be the eldest brother? When did he come to the Central Region? Because the last time he saw him, the eldest brother was in the Eastern Region.

But he couldn't figure it out in his heart. Although the eldest brother had extraordinary cultivation and had reached the realm of Saint King, this kind of cultivation probably didn't have much weight in the eyes of a big force like the Buddhist sect.

Why did the Buddhist sect change its mind?

"Where are the others?" Mo Yang asked hurriedly.

"Left three days ago!" Bai Fan said.

Mo Yang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Bai Fan and said: "Brother Bai, don't you want to do it? Maybe today is an opportunity!"

"Before, outside the Xuantian Holy Land, I said that it was the sect's intention, not my intention!" Bai Fan said calmly.

"Is there any condition for this Bodhi blood?" Mo Yang asked.

"This is what the senior monk of the sect asked me to pass on to you!"

Mo Yang frowned. The Buddhist sect was indeed mysterious. They actually knew he would come. However, he felt that things were a little strange, so he asked, "Compensation for me?"

Bai Fan shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know the details!"

Mo Yang reached out to take the jade gourd. Bai Fan did not stop and did not say much. He turned around and walked towards the Buddhist sect silently.