Artifact

"Look! ahead!".

She followed the prestige, and saw that the little boy had changed into a set of clothes, and was running through the streets with a paper airplane in his hand.

The paper airplane sparkles in the sunlight, and the patterns on it are also vivid, it is Manjusri!

Night Thirteen opened the car door and jumped down: "I'll chase it!".

Yi Qing was so anxious that he shouted, "Hey, wait for me...... Honglian, I'll leave it to you to drive today!".

"I don't want to touch this weird thing!"

"Didn't you say that driving can be done in minutes, and now is your chance to perform!"

"I ...... Damn ......

".

Yi Qing didn't wait for Hong Lian to scold, and also jumped out of the car and chased after him.

"Night Thirteen, you wait for me!".

I saw that in the crowd, the little fart child was up and down, jumping up and down, looking like a leather king, in fact, this guy moved very fast, even with Yi Qing's foot strength was a little unable to keep up!

Seeing the little kid swaying three times and two, he slipped into a narrow alley, Night Thirteen followed closely behind, and Yi Qing was six or seven steps behind.

When she followed the alley, she turned around and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

I don't know when it started, Night Thirteen was gone, only the little kid was ten steps in front of him, not fast or slow, as if he was deliberately leading Yi Qing somewhere.

Yi Qing noticed this and immediately stopped, and when he looked back, where was there an alley behind him?

When I look back, the little kid is gone!

The intricate alleys, which were originally wide and narrow, have now become a quiet and fragrant garden.

Yi Qing shouted: "What kind of person? Longshan Temple also dares to do evil under the pure land?!".

A deep chant sounded behind the flowers:

"Cixuan has disturbed the donor!".

I saw that the green shade was mottled, the breeze was slightly moving, and a thin little monk wearing a gray seven-cloth robe appeared in front of Yi Qing.

Yi Qing was displeased: "Cixuan, are you a monk from Longshan Temple?"

"There are only monks in this world who can't become Buddhas, and there are no monks in Longshan Temple. "

The thin little monk Cixuan's answer was very good, and Yi Qing, who was good at luring the enemy and interrogating him, was speechless for a while.

She thought for a moment, "What did you bring me here?"

Ci Xuan replied: "It's not the little monk who gives guidance, but the donor who finds his way to solve his troubles." "

This kind of text crepe contains the answer of the philosophy of interpretation Yi Qinghuo listened to it, and she suppressed her anger again:

"Then I want to leave now, can I go? Which way can I get out?".

Ci Xuan clasped his hands together and let go of the way: "Just as the troubles of a thousand dusts are all taken by people, there are thousands of ways in this world, and the donor can come and go freely." "

"You ...... guy

."

Yi Qing clenched her fists, but thinking that this monk was from Longshan Temple, she still forced down the idea of doing it directly, and sneered

"This garden is just you and me, you are a monk, I am a beauty, you are a monk who is not afraid of gossip, but I am a secular woman, do you say that I am afraid of gossip and splashing ink on my body?".

Ci Xuan was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly: "Become a Buddha and know the mind, and cultivate the mind as an adult!

In other words, the monk didn't go in, kicked the ball back to Yi Qing, and said that he would figure it out for himself—hey! There is still such a scoundrel guy!

Yi Qing said coldly: "I can't talk about you, but you may not be able to stop me!"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Qing disappeared immediately, and a figure swept over the floating dust in an instant, and went straight to the door of Cixuan's face!

Ci Xuan didn't take the move, his hands were folded, his toes were on the ground, and in an instant it seemed to unfold a scene of slow motion, just half a body back before Yi Qing's attack!

Yi Qing was furious, and wanted to attack again, but suddenly realized something, and immediately took three steps back!

Although she has lost her green pupils for many days, her sniffing senses still retain some qualities, that is, she can sense faint "qi"!

Yi Qing looked at the monk who claimed to be Cixuan in front of him again, and said in a low voice:

"You're not a monk!".

Ci Xuan calmly responded: "The little monk never said that he was a monk...... Monk is just a title, yes or no, does it matter?".

"Hehe, you're a Tianbao Pavilion monk pretending to be a monk of Longshan Temple, ......right?! You have brought me here for another purpose?!

Drinking the last word, Yi Qing was really angry.

When she realized that she was facing a monk, Yi Qing's vigilance increased greatly, and she understood that anything involving a monk was basically nothing good!

She didn't expect Cixuan not to speak, but to fold her hands and chant words in her mouth.

But an old voice came from the side:

"Mo Qingtong, it really lives up to its name!".

The light in a corner of the courtyard changed suddenly, and three people slowly appeared.

At the head of the group is an old man in a white robe, with a childish face and high spirits.

The old man was followed by two middle-aged men with burly physiques and sturdy bodies, but one was red-haired and the other was blue-haired in a shawl.

Yi Qing couldn't help but take a step back: "...... You, what is your relationship with Tinder?".

You must know that the green pupil is Yi Qing's nickname in the Tinder Gunmo detachment, not to mention that the other Tinder troops don't know, and it's even more impossible for these monks who are hidden outside the world to know!

The old man first hugged his fist at Ci Xuan:

"Senior Brother Cixuan, I've worked hard. "

Cixuan shook his head: "I'm ashamed, I thought I could drag a stick of incense, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even take half a stick of incense, and I deserve to be the person who the Taishi Palace Lord fancies." "

The old man laughed: "Miss Yiqing is the person who inherited my Three Qing Dynasty, even if she doesn't explain the Fa well, she can also use her own channel technique, and I will ask Master Cixuan for more guidance in the future!"

"How dare you, the little monk went back to the mountain first. Ci Xuan nodded at the old man, and then turned to Yi Qing to give a slight salute: "The donor is concentrating on hiding wisdom, and the magic energy is unlimited, and there will be a period later!"

The old man said, "Please!"

Cixuan disappeared.

Listening to this series of conversations, Yi Qingyun was in a fog, and one thing she could understand was that maybe the eighth generation palace master of Lingying Palace, the Modern Sword Immortal Taishi Genggu, had told her own affairs, otherwise how could she meet such a strange person?

I heard the old man say again: "Miss Yiqing, the old man is the six-bag elder Xiqiu of Tianbao Pavilion, and he has been offended, please forgive me!"

Yi Qing had nowhere to vent his frustration, and said angrily: "If you don't make it clear, don't blame me for being rude!".

Xiqiu's expression was sincere, and he glanced left and right behind him, only to see the red-haired and blue-haired two figures moving slightly, as if they left and returned in an instant, holding two strange-shaped things in their hands.

The red-haired man holds a delicate jade carving mountain, the wind and forest on the mountain are slow, the clouds and mist become yarns, the water stream and field houses under the mountain, people, beasts, fish and birds, a paradise, the scene of happiness.

The strange thing is that from the bottom to the top of this jade carving mountain, only the lower one-third of the parts are "active", which shows that people are plowing their fields, chickens are pecking rice, there are fish playing in the water, and tigers and wolves are roaring in the mountain.

After reaching the mountain pass, it becomes a cold static jade carving, and nothing moves.

This is really the strangest jade carving in the world.

Look at the blue-haired man in the shawl, he is holding a strange potted plant, half a plant like a radish bulges out of the dark golden strange soil, and multiple branches about a foot high grow on the top of the "radish".

Each branch is densely covered with flower bones the thickness of a little finger, and if you have a dense phobia, you will definitely feel disgusting.

Strangely, about one-third of these dozens of branches that showed a split formation in the middle were blooming, and a strange smell that could not tell whether it was a fragrance or a fishy smell came to the face.

Yi Qing frowned, what kind of plane is this doing!?