"Fellow Taoist Lin Yun seems to be not in good spirits. Do you need me to recite a heart-clearing mantra for you?" Mingtai Reluo, the head of the Buddhist sect, asked.
"Keep your mind clear and your eyesight clear, so that you won't feel tired even if you don't sleep for three days and three nights."
The other party's eager look looked like a human trafficker. Lin Yun took a step back and said in panic: "No, no, no, no, no, I'm very awake now, not sleepy at all!"
It seems that Wuchen told him about the subduing dragon and the demon pestle, otherwise his attitude would not have changed drastically.
Because a direct disciple of the Buddhist sect had experienced a naked man before, he always looked at her with a "murderous intent" in his eyes.
But now he looked at her as if he were looking at Buddha, his eyes were shining.
Mingtai clasped his hands in front of his chest with a kind smile on his face: "My little Taoist friend is destined to be a Buddha. If you have any difficulties in the future and need my help, just ask without being polite."
The more Lin Yun looked at this smile, the more his scalp felt numb, like a person who doesn't smile often, suddenly showing two rows of big white teeth to you.
"Sect Master Ming, I'm not used to you being like this, so I'd better change your look like you wanted to stab me before."
"Buddhists are compassionate people, how can they hide knives in their eyes? You must have seen it wrong." The smile on Mingtai's face became deeper and deeper.
"The way I look at my little Taoist friend has always been as friendly and caring as it is now."
When things go awry, there must be monsters, and when people go awry, there must be a knife. Wang Defa stepped forward and stood between the two of them.
Looking at the overly enthusiastic Mingtai, he said, "Why are you so angry today? Is it because the oil on your head blinded your eyes and made you recognize the wrong person?"
"Defa, you are still as humorous after all these years." The smile on his face did not diminish at all, and there was no anger in his eyes.
Wang Defa's eyes widened in horror. If his normal face was longer than a donkey's, there must be something evil in this!
He looked at Wuchen who was walking over: "Boy, did your master get hit on the head like a wooden fish, or did he go crazy while practicing?"
"His condition today is so abnormal!"
Wuchen's raised eyes were filled with a faint smile. After bowing, he said, "Sect Master Wang is too worried. My master has always been like this and has never changed."
Seeing what the master wanted to say, Lin Yun sent him a message and briefly explained the matter.
Wang Defa narrowed his eyes, so he took a step forward and hooked Mingtai's shoulder, showing a sly smile.
"Xiao Ming, I always feel like something is missing from the teacup lately, but I don't know what is missing."
"If I remember correctly, your Buddhist sect has a technique called "Shen Vision". Would you like to use your Dharma Eyes to help me take a look?"
Mingtai's face was twitched hard, but he kept the smile on his face, and turned his big hand to reveal a wooden box.
"Take it!" Put the wooden box into his hand.
In order to subdue the dragon and subdue the demon! Tolerate! Tolerate!
Wang Defa opened a gap and glanced inside, grinning almost to the back of his head.
"It is indeed a high-level skill. You can tell at a glance that my teacup lacks the bright moon."
Put away the tea leaves, let go of him and take a step back, slightly raising your chin like a winning rooster. It makes you always refuse my invitation to fight in the past, which makes you feel so sad.
Bijian Mingyue is the best tea. The brewed tea contains spiritual energy. Not only that, drinking this tea all year round can eliminate the filth in the body and increase the speed of cultivation.
The annual output is very small, and it is all reserved before it leaves the market.
Their actions attracted the attention of other sects, and they all cast curious glances. At the same time, a question arose in their hearts.
When did the relationship between the Buddha Sect and the Lotus Sect become so good?
A lot of things you do not know.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, the leader of Taixu Sect opened the sword tomb.
A palm-sized round stone flew out of his hand and landed in a groove of the stone tablet. The round stone and the groove were tightly connected together.
As spiritual power was injected into the round stone, the simple and mysterious words on the stone tablet were lit up in an instant.
"Boom!" The huge stone tablet suddenly moved apart and moved to both sides, leaving a path that could accommodate the passage of two people, and then stopped.
Qin Cang said: "The three of you walk in from this way, and the stone tablet formation will automatically transport you to the sword tomb."
"Each person can only choose one sword. If no sword chooses you, it means that there is no chance and the sword cannot be taken away by force unless the sword surrenders to you. As for the method, it depends on your ability."
"Do you understand?"
"Understood." The three of them said in unison.
Before going in, Baili Shaoheng said to the girl beside him: "Qingxue, I will definitely bring it out."
Lin Qingxue nodded shyly, looked into his eyes, and said affectionately: "I believe in senior brother."
"I believe in my senior brother," Qin Yuyan, who heard their conversation, repeated her words in a drawl.
"..."
Lin Yun blinked, imitating her tone, and said to Wuchen: "I believe in Buddha."
Wuchen glanced at her sideways and walked quickly towards the stone monument.
She quickly followed.
"Xiao Liu, choose thick rather than thin, choose long rather than short. Master believes that you will be able to choose a peerless sword!" Wang Defa stood on tiptoes and shouted with his hands in the shape of a trumpet.
She stumbled and almost fell to her feet. She stabilized her body and said without looking back, "I know."
He stroked his beard happily, not feeling anything wrong at all.
After the three people walked in, light bloomed under their feet, and then their figures disappeared into the formation.
Qin Cang raised his hand and waved, and a bronze mirror flew out of the air, and then a picture appeared on the mirror. It was the picture of the three people being transported to the Sword Tomb.
The three of them were at the bottom of the cliff, surrounded by a bulging mountain with swords of different lengths stuck on it.
Baili Shaoheng walked towards the largest hill in the middle, where there were as many swords as thorns on a hedgehog.
Lin Yun recalled the description of the broken moon in the original text. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing and as flexible as running water. The hilt was inlaid with a waning moon, giving it a hint of desolation.
Yes, the waning moon!
He said to Wuchen aside: "The hilt of this sword is inlaid with a waning moon. Let's look for it separately."
Wuchen nodded lightly and walked to the left.
Upon seeing this, Lin Yun turned around and started looking for the mountain on the right. She didn't know that the scene here would be transferred out. Even if she knew, she was not afraid. After all, there was no rule that the sword could not be given away after being taken out.
After half a stick of incense, a sword sound suddenly came from the sword grave, and the two people who were looking for Po Yue raised their heads and looked up at the same time.
Not far away, Baili Shaoheng had a light cyan sword hanging on his side. The sword was as clear as autumn water. The hilt was inlaid with a jade of the same color. It was elegant and noble. The sword tip was triangular and shone with a cold light. .
When Lin Yun saw this sword, the name of the sword popped into his mind - Feng Ling.
At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the conversation between the two before coming in. It seems that Lin Qingxue's natal sword has not changed and is still the Feng Ling Sword.
Baili Shaoheng found the sword and did not rush out. Instead, he walked to Lin Yun and said bluntly: "What was the name of your last sword that day?"
"Don't shake Bilian." She replied while looking for the sword.
There was a crack in the young man's handsome face, which he had maintained all year round: "Seriously?"
"It's fake, but I just don't want to tell you," she turned around and bared her white teeth: "You want to beat me, but you can't beat me."
"You..." He snorted, turned to the other side, and turned back when he heard her next words.
