Lu Jing pulled off the black cloth on his face, shook his head and said, "You monster, don't get close to the poor monk. The poor monk is not your junior brother. The Buddha has given the poor monk a name, and the poor monk is now called Jinlun."
Gong Hao was stunned and had to admit that for a moment just now, he had doubted whether Lu Jing was plotting against him.
Although the latter has been in the academy for less than a year, and it is impossible for him to play with flying swords, let alone two flying swords, there seems to be no one else in the hall besides him and that strange thing. There is no one else.
Lu Jing was undoubtedly the biggest suspect by elimination, not to mention that the two mysterious sword cultivators had not shown up again after sneak attack on him.
But now he saw that Lu Jing was calling himself Golden Wheel, and was showing him the dancing stick on the spot. More importantly, he even took off the black cloth that he had repeatedly warned not to take off.
The suspicion in Gong Hao's heart has also been reduced a lot. It seems that Lu Jing has indeed been confused by [Xin Zi Thirty One] now.
This should have been Gong Hao's dream, but right now he couldn't laugh at all.
Because he was also entangled by [Xin Zi Thirty-one] at the moment, so it would be fine if he didn't have any help. If Lu Jing also joins the gang, the situation he faces will undoubtedly become worse.
So now Gong Hao hopes that Lu Jing can wake up a little bit. He said anxiously, "Junior brother Lu, do you really not know me? I am Gong Hao, the supervisor of Si Tianjian, and I came to Lingyang County with you to investigate the case. I need your help now."
However, Lu Jing couldn't help but sneer when he heard his words.
Gong Hao could only bite the bullet and continue, "Listen, Junior Brother Lu is in an emergency situation now. One of us must go out and go to Si Tianjian to report a message for help. I am the supervisor, and I will take the initiative to stay for you. You Let me draw this formation and help you hold down that old monk, and then you can leave this hellish place."
But after hearing this, Lu Jing just shouted, "You evil beast, call me Jinlun!"
Gong Hao felt like crying but now he could only follow Lu Jing's words and said, "Jin, Junior Brother Jinlun... please listen to me this time, please. If this continues, we will both die here." ”
Gong Hao almost stopped kowtowing to Lu Jing at the end.
But the answer he got still chilled his heart.
"Death? No, the poor monk has given up the happiness of all sentient beings and jumped out of reincarnation. On the contrary, you, a monster, are still obsessed with the colorful world outside. You are really stupid. As long as the poor monk is still alive today, he will definitely not let you go. here."
It's over.
When Gong Hao heard Lu Jing's answer, he knew that the latter had been completely controlled by [Xin Zi Thirty-One] and had become the thug of that strange thing.
And as if to confirm his thoughts, the next moment Lu Jing was already walking towards him with the Zen staff in hand.
Gong Hao didn't want to learn from the martial arts of the first-class masters on the Tianji List.
Upon seeing this, without saying a word, he immediately leaned down to the ground, erased the half-drawn formation, then clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha Buddha" very obediently.
After he finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Lu Jing aside, and saw a look of satisfaction on the latter's face.
Not only had he put down the Zen staff in his hand, but he also reached out and patted Gong Hao on the shoulder and said, "Yes, you are teachable. I think you not only have good roots, but also great blessings."
"Yes." Gong Hao's shoulder creaked when he was patted, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, but he paused and said again.
"Lu, Master Jinlun, I'm new here, can you walk around a bit to get familiar with it? Don't worry, I can swear that I will never sneak out."
"Well, as long as you don't leave the main hall, the donor can do whatever he wants." Lu Jing waved his hand.
Gong Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Although he couldn't draw a formation to protect himself, he now understood that if two sword cultivators were really targeting him, he wouldn't be able to withstand it even if he drew ten more formations.
So Gong Hao simply stopped worrying about this matter and turned his attention to getting out of trouble.
When Mr. Ji told him about the incident in the sixth year of Jiaping, Gong Hao knew that if he wanted to get out of trouble, he had to find the ring hidden in the main hall before the old monk finished his sermon. First knife.
It is said that the ring-headed sword was divided into seven parts and hidden in seven places in the hall.
These seven places are not very conspicuous, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to find them. But Gong Hao is not an ordinary person, and he has been looking around with the purpose of looking for a knife from the beginning.
So he quickly found six of them, except that the last hilt was missing.
After walking around the hall again, sweat began to form on Gong Hao's forehead. He even found a piece hidden behind the Buddha statue, but he didn't expect that he couldn't find the last piece.
Gong Hao swallowed and forced himself to calm down.
Carefully recalling whether he had missed anything before, he finally turned his eyes to the ruins. Under the influence of [Xin Zi Thirty-One], it turned into a bronze statue of one hundred and eight Arhats, with different postures.
Gong Hao originally thought this was a good place to hide things, but he rummaged through it twice and never saw the fragments of the ring-headed knife.
This time he searched more carefully, wishing he could dig three feet into the ground, but unfortunately, he came up empty-handed in the end.
Out of fear, the old monk on the other side also stopped talking and asked Lu Jing and Gong Hao with a smile, "Do you two understand?"
Lu Ding nodded and was about to say something. Unexpectedly, Gong Hao was the first to shout, "No... I was a little distracted just now. I didn't understand the last part. Can you please say it again."
"Of course." The old monk was very happy, and he recounted the last paragraph again, and explained it more carefully.
And this also bought Gong Hao some time. Like a wild dog, he was frantically picking at her everywhere, even using his broken hand regardless of the pain.
Because he knew that it was a matter of life and death. If he couldn't find the last piece, he might be buried with Lu Jing.
However, God did not favor him at the last moment. Until Na Lao said his last words, Gong Hao still did not see the shadow of the last fragment.
So he could only say, "And you... I, I don't quite understand what you said before about the solemnity of ten thousand virtues."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you take refuge in my Buddha, my teacher will naturally explain it to you in detail." The old monk said with a kind face.
"Yes, but I want to know now."
After Gong Hao said this, he saw the old monk's face suddenly darkened, "Do you really think that I don't know what you are planning? I think your listening to the scriptures is a lie, and coming here to cause trouble is real. , tell me, what exactly is that in your hand?"
