Zhuge Liang looked at the old monk across the street in disbelief. I didn’t expect him to be the duke of this ancient city of ten thousand years. Is the duke so poor? I can’t even afford to change my clothes.

"What’s the name of the old-timer?"
The old monk said, "Old monk, you are poor and difficult."
"Oh, I can see that." Zhuge didn’t nod his head, and it can be seen from the pretence of the other party that this life is poor and difficult.
"I wonder if Xiaoyou can go to the old monk to set up the next one." The old monk suddenly turned the tables and said.
Zhuge not bright one leng, subconsciously alert in my heart.
The poor monk laughed and said, "Don’t panic, little friend. In fact, as soon as you entered the city, the old monk already felt that you smelled like a treasure of Buddhism, so he appeared here to have a little chat with you."
"This" Zhuge was puzzled. He had a treasure of Buddhism, which he didn’t even know.
"Little friends can’t trust the old monk?" The poor monk has a kind smile.
"Didn’t mean that." Zhuge shook his head before dawn.
"Buddhists pay attention to the word" fate ".The old monk is not trying to spy on the treasure of the little friend, and the Buddha treasure is obtained by the predestined relationship. It’s just that some questions need to be proved. The old monk pledged his life and realized the intention of harming his little friends. " The old monk Bao Xiang solemnly said.
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Chapter 449 The relics of the demon monk
Chapter 458 The relics of the demon monk
Zhuge hesitated before dawn, but nodded his head.
The poor monk smiled, recited the Buddha’s name lightly, and said, "In that case, Xiaoyou can make a transit in Qianye City now, and then go to the palace in the center of the city to find the old monk."
After that, the poor monk suddenly became weak and then disappeared in front of Zhuge Liang.
"what! The ghosting? " Zhuge Buliang was taken aback and looked at the place where the poor monks disappeared. He was completely unaware of how the other party left, which should not be as simple as the ghosting caused by high-speed movement.
"Is it externalization?" Zhuge didn’t light up the trick of the monster beast ancestors.
Qianye City is an ancient city with a history of ten thousand years, but it is still full of people. There are many practitioners coming and going, and many disciples of the Great Sect Xianmen are interspersed among them. Zhuge watched carefully before dawn, but luckily he didn’t see a wanted order about himself here.
Although this place is also in the south domain, it is still far from Taiyi Xianzong.
After a tour of the city, the buildings here are quite stylish. Finally, Zhuge came to the center of the city before dawn. He looked up, high in the sky, the magic pestle was shining with golden light, hovering over Qianye City.
In front of it is a golden palace, with a big gold seal of "swastika" hanging over it. It is not so much a palace as a grand temple.
At this time, a handsome young Shani, with fair skin and folded hands, hung a string of glittering beads on his wrist, and a pair of clever big eyes looked around.
"Well. Amitabha. " Zhuge walked up to Little Shani before dawn and recited the Buddha’s name.
"You. Are you the one the master is looking for? " Little Shani looked Zhuge up and down.
"There was a poor master who asked me to come here to find him." Zhuge is not bright.
"Oh, that’s right. Master asked me to pick you up. I’ve been waiting for half an hour. How did you get here?" Little Shani pouted and said disgruntled.
Zhuge was about to explain before dawn, but he heard little Shani say, "Come on, don’t dawdle. Your master is waiting for you. Come with me."
As he spoke, little Shani turned and walked towards the magnificent temple, followed by Zhuge Liang and entered the temple. It’s resplendent and magnificent, with golden Lohan statues and Daming King statues standing on both sides, which adds a little coercion.
As soon as he entered this temple, Zhuge heard the Sanskrit singing around him before dawn. It seems that I really came to a pure land of Buddhism.
"It’s unbelievable that the monk, who is in rags, should live in such a magnificent place." Zhuge thought before dawn.
Finally, little Shani took Zhuge Liang to a treasure hall: "Master is inside." He pushed the door and went in, not polite at all, as if he were entering his room.
Push the door and go, but there is another world inside, a beautiful valley with waterfalls and springs and flowers blooming.
In this regard, it is not surprising that Zhuge is not bright. When Xiao Shani opened the door, she felt a strange fluctuation.
In a pavilion in the middle of a small valley, there stood a monk dressed in gold, with a solemn treasure and a Buddha’s light on his head. The whole person smelled of Buddha’s nature, as if a golden arhat stood there. He didn’t put his hands together, but shouldered his hands and looked at the scenery of the valley in front of him.
When Zhuge Liang saw the monk, some people were taken aback. Judging from his appearance, he should be a poor monk who talked to himself before. But at the moment, it is radiant, not only has the temperament changed obviously, but even the clothes on the body, as well as the tattered robes, have become a gold suit.
"this." Zhuge is not bright and dazzling.
"Little friend, is it a surprise?" The poor monk laughed.
Zhuge Liang gave a wry smile and said, "To be honest, I met the master twice, but I felt completely different."
"That’s natural. What Xiaoyou saw before was just a deification of the old monk." The poor monk said. Suddenly, his hands were tied with Fo Yin, and two colors of brilliance, one gold and one black, poured out of his body.
Among them, the golden streamer turned into a monk with folded hands and tattered clothes, which was the image of poverty and hardship that Zhuge had seen before he was not bright.
And that black ink flow, it is turned into an evil, green-faced and fangs Buddhist monk, with a fierce and violent smell all over his body, and a magic cloud billowing overhead.
A Buddha full of Buddha’s nature, and an evil Buddhist monk.
These are the two incarnations of poor and difficult monks.
"Brush!"
The two deities all disappeared, and the poor monk laughed and said, "It was one of the incarnations of the old monk and me who talked to you before."
"Hee hee hee, it’s amazing. The Buddha’s kung fu practiced by the master is amazing. I’m a disciple handed down by the master, and now I can summon a member." One side of the small sand, xi xi laughs.