All right! The poor man became a demon.
"Amitabha, it doesn't matter whether the old monk is his opponent or not. If he wants to kill him, let him kill him. Life and death are like a passing cloud."
Cao Yi continued to assume the role of a peerless monk and said some things that were bearish on life and death.
"The realm of a great monk is beyond the reach of a junior monk."
Jiumokong suppressed the bitterness in his heart and flattered him. It was the first time in his life that he hated the monk so much.
"You and I are both monks. There is no distinction between higher and lower realms. You care too much about your own life and death. You have to learn to let go. If you let go, you will be fine."
Cao Yi's voice became even more ethereal and void.
Jiumokong didn't know how to respond, and it took him a while to turn his head around, and said in a deep voice: "The young monk definitely doesn't care about his own life and death. The life and death of a young monk is a small matter. If he can't save tens of millions of people, he is guilty of the greatest sin."
Well, I'm still in the state!
If he hadn't known what Jiumokong was like, Cao Yi might have believed him.
"If the senior monk really doesn't want to tell me, the junior monk can only go find it on his own."
Jiumokong didn't believe the news about the Tu Lingzhu. No one knew about it except this old immortal.
This patience is really bad!
It seemed that Yelu Zhigu scared him quite a bit.
"You don't have to look for it"
Cao Yi's tone was calm, but the content of what he said was almost clear.
Jiumokong's eyes were filled with doubts at first, and then they lit up. The Earth Spirit Pearl was in the hands of this old man, oh, no, the old man.
"To be honest, the old monk's days are numbered. Unfortunately, he has never found a successor to his mantle."
Cao Yi suddenly said a few words, which seemed to be off topic.
Jiumokong was such a smart man. He immediately understood that this old man who had lived for hundreds of years was hinting to him that if he wanted to get the Earth Spirit Pearl, he had to inherit the mantle.
As a generation of Tianzhu eminent monks and inheriting the mantle of a Buddhist disciple, Jiumokong really didn't want to be a disciple of an alien senior who had achieved enlightenment, even if this senior had a high level of cultivation.
"This benefactor, the old monk observes that your eyebrows are closely related to my Buddha. Are you willing to inherit the old monk's mantle?"
Cao Yi suddenly looked at Li Xiaoyao standing aside and said softly.
Li Xiaoyao, who was worried that he couldn't find a way out of trouble, immediately said: "I do"
"Brother Xiaoyao"
Zhao Ling'er shouted nervously.
Li Xiaoyao blinked.
Zhao Ling'er immediately understood that this was brother Xiaoyao's expedient measure.
However, she was still very worried in her heart. This old monk had such a high level of cultivation that Brother Xiaoyao might not be able to succeed if he tried to fool him.
How could Jiumokong let something like this happen that was beyond his control? He stopped him and said, "Senior, this donor Li has a wife, and the woman next to him is his wife. It is not appropriate for such a person who has not left the mortal world to escape. I have an empty door."
"Why did you say she was my wife again? Didn't you say Ling'er was a banshee before?"
Li Xiaoyao sneered.
Jiumokong smiled slightly and said nothing.
"If it's not appropriate, then forget it."
Cao Yi sighed lightly and walked to the second floor with a broom.
"Senior, wait a minute, I am willing to inherit your mantle."
Jiumokong shouted.
In order to get the Earth Spirit Pearl, he didn't care so much.
Cao Yi turned his head, glanced at Jiumokong indifferently, and said, "You don't have enough fate with the old monk."
After that, continue to the second floor.
Jiumokong was immediately depressed, wondering why he was not destined to be here.
Soon, Cao Yi's figure disappeared.
Jiumokong clenched his fist and said in his heart, he really wanted to grab it, but he was worried that he would not be able to defeat this old immortal and would be humiliated.
Time passed little by little, and there was nothing but the rustling sound caused by the friction between the broom and the ground.
Jiumokong glanced outside, feeling very worried. If Cao Yi and the corpse demon were to chase him now, he didn't know if he would be able to leave alive.
About half an hour later, wow, Cao Yi appeared on the first floor again.
Jiumokong thought that Cao Yi had changed his mind, and there was a hint of joy on his face.
"Do you really want to take up the old monk's mantle?"
Cao Yi said.
Jiumokong wanted to say that he didn't want to at all, he just had no choice but to say that he had no choice but to say a word with a strong sound on his lips: "I want to"
Cao Yi didn't say anything, walked to the door, raised his head slightly and looked at the sky outside. After a while, he said: "You are not a destined person. If you want to take over the mantle of the old monk, do you have to let the old monk see your sincerity?"
sincerity?
Jiumokong thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he said with a puzzled face: "The young monk doesn't understand what the sincerity that the senior is talking about, could you please tell me?"
Cao Yi didn't answer and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion with his hands behind his back.
Jiumokong was dumbfounded.
At this time, Li Xiaoyao let out a burst of ridicule.
Jiumokong's eyes flashed coldly, he turned to Li Xiaoyao for a moment, returned to normal, and asked in a gentle tone: "Does Donor Li know?"
"In my hometown of Yuhang, sincerity is nothing more than precious gifts and one's willingness to lower oneself, such as kowtowing a hundred times or something."
Li Xiaoyao put away his smile and said seriously.
"Expensive gift? Kowtow?"
Jiumokong's eyes were filled with doubts.
A person who has lived for hundreds of years should not care about these frivolous things.
"This master is a master of Taoism. I'm not sure whether that's what he means, but you can give it a try."
Li Xiaoyao added a few more words with a casual expression. Anyway, this matter had nothing to do with her.
Jiumokong repeated what he had just said while stamping his steps in the Sutra Pavilion.
Expensive gifts in the eyes of mortals are naturally nothing, but expensive gifts in the eyes of monks are another matter.
Even though the kowtow was a fictitious gesture, the old immortal might not care about it. After all, it was an important matter like passing on the mantle.
Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling'er looked at each other.
After a while, Jiumokong suddenly flashed and disappeared.
In a corner of the temple yard, fallen leaves are all over the ground, layer upon layer, creating a lonely scene in autumn. Swish, Cao Yi was sweeping the floor with a broom that was much larger than the one just now, and he was sweeping very seriously.
Suddenly Jiumokong's Qi machine appeared behind him.
It's finally out.
"Senior, when the young monk received the mantle of a Buddha, he got many ancient medicines that were thousands or even ten thousand years old. The young monk was willing to dedicate them to the great monk."
Jiumokong said respectfully.
"Ancient medicine?"
Cao Yi paused and continued scanning without comment.
The light in Jiumokong's hand flashed, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand.
Obviously, it contains what he calls ancient medicine that is thousands or even ten thousand years old.
With a thought in his mind, more than a dozen ancient medicines containing rich spiritual energy appeared in mid-air.
"This thing is useless to poor people"
Cao Yi shook his head and refused.
Jiumokong's expression changed slightly. This was the most precious treasure in his body. No matter how good it was, he really didn't have it anymore.
Looking at Cao Yi who continued to sweep the floor, something suddenly popped into Jiumokong's mind - relics.
Immediately afterwards, he denied in his heart that the relic was his most precious thing and he would never give it up.
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