Looking at the old monk in white monk's robes in front of him, Zhang Xiu recognized that he was the scorpion spirit who had used human hearts as dry food in the pavilion.
Hearing the Scorpion Spirit say that she was destined to be with him, Zhang Xiu smiled slightly: "I am a person who likes to give alms and has many good relationships. The monks who have given alms to me are like crucian carp crossing the river. I forgot that I gave you alms."
The Scorpion Spirit was not angry when he heard that he was mocking him as a stupid pig who eats swill. He smiled and said: "Amitabha, the donor is joking. I am in urgent need of a Seven-Orificed Exquisite Heart to help me practice, and donor, you happen to have one. If This is not considered fate, so what else can be called fate?”
"I also ask the donor to give me the exquisite heart with seven orifices, and wait for me to cultivate the golden body of Arhat in the future, so that you will be rich and noble, safe and worry-free in the next life. Amitabha, you are so good, so good."
Zhang Xiu looked at him with interest, nodded and said, "That's not impossible. If Master is willing to lend me something, it's not like I can't give you my heart."
Scorpion Jing was slightly startled, and said with compassion: "What does the donor want to borrow from me? If the donor asks for anything, I will grant it!"
Zhang Xiu showed a kind smile: "Borrow the master's head for use and return it in ten days!"
Scorpion Spirit: "..."
Looking at the "compassionate" old monk and the "great benevolent man" Zhang Xiu in front of him, the corners of Yan Feng's eyes involuntarily jumped a few times, thinking that these two people are really good match and will meet a good talent.
If you don't kowtow to the ground and bow down, you will not be able to live up to the fate of meeting in this vast sea of people!
Mr. Xin stared at Zhang Xiu with a strange expression for a long time, and couldn't help but ask Xie Zijing: "Great monk, how do you determine that the person with the exquisite heart of the seven orifices is the young master in front of you?"
The Scorpion Spirit came back to his senses and said confidently: "There are only two people on this whole mountain. Except for the bearded man on your right who is pretending to be a scholar, this young master is the only one."
"???"
Yan Feng was instantly furious and clenched the hilt of his sword with an angry look on his face.
Zhang Xiu was also stunned, looking at the scorpion spirit with a little pity in his eyes.
With such a strange brain circuit, it would be impossible to deduce it without having a cerebral thrombosis for ten years...
With a slight cough, Zhang Xiu explained seriously: "Actually, Brother Yan is really a scholar. He has only learned to...learn to write his own name after only three months in the academy!"
After saying that, he turned to Yan Feng and said with encouragement: "Brother Yan, write your name and show it to him. I believe you can do it!"
Yan Feng: "..."
Your focus is completely wrong!
Yan Feng gritted his teeth in anger and directed all his anger at the scorpion spirit in front of him. He stretched out his arms and dozens of swords were neatly arranged in front of him.
"The world is infinite, the wind and thunder are ordered, and the urgency is like the law!"
With a wave of Yan Feng's right hand, a row of swords turned into lightning, and with the force of thunder, they galloped towards the scorpion spirit!
The scorpion spirit calmly recited Amitabha, and saw a flash of black light, and the figure disappeared in front of the sword formation.
The next moment, Yan Feng screamed and lay down on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and a big red bump appeared on his forehead!
In the blink of an eye, the sword formation was broken, and Yan Feng's sword returned to its original appearance, falling to the ground with a clang.
Scorpion Jingfeng glanced at the sword at his feet calmly, smiled slightly, raised his face and looked at Mr. Xin: "Do you want to try it too?"
Mr. Xin broke out in a cold sweat and said nervously to Zhang Xiu: "He moved so fast that I couldn't see clearly. I'm afraid I'm no match for him..."
Zhang Xiu took a breath, squatted down, stretched out his hand to cover the big bump on Yan Feng's forehead, absorbing the scorpion poison in his body, and said at the same time: "This scorpion essence is so powerful, now we probably have only one solution. "
Old Mr. Xin perked up and asked urgently: "What can we do?"
Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Go and invite Tathagata Buddha!"
Mr. Xin: "..."
If I could invite Tathagata Buddha, why would I need to come to Jinji Ridge to drink the northwest wind for two hours? ? ?
Old Mr. Xin couldn't laugh or cry for a while, but then he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of something. His eyes were bright and he said: "I can't invite the Buddha, but can Guanyin Bodhisattva do it?"
While talking, Mr. Xin took out a bamboo stick, which was exactly the bamboo stick he got at the Guanyin Temple during the day.
Scorpion looked at Old Mrs. Xin warily, and couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.
What are the origins of these people? One said he wanted to invite Tathagata Buddha, and the other said he could invite Guanyin Bodhisattva...
Can this old fox really invite Guanyin Bodhisattva?
Just when he was hesitating whether to take action, a burst of red light suddenly bloomed from Old Man Xin's body, enveloping him, Zhang Xiu, and Yan Feng.
"I asked for this bamboo stick from the Guanyin Temple. Sir, you have no karma on your body. As long as you pray sincerely to the bamboo stick, you will have a chance to invite the Bodhisattva to appear!"
Zhang Xiu took the bamboo stick from his hand and saw a few lines of poetry written on it: "Buddha's spiritual power is known to you. Idiots talk about things and turn into coma. The old man goes to ask for a spiritual stick. It is better to wait for the time."
After reading this signing poem, Zhang Xiu's expression changed slightly: "Old man, your sign seems to be a very fierce sign, right?"
The old man went to ask for a fortune teller, which meant that Mr. Xin went to the Guanyin Temple to ask for a fortune teller. The idiot said that things turned into a coma, which should mean that Yan Feng fell into a coma. What happened today was basically fulfilled in the fortune teller.
But the last line of the signed poem is, "It's better to wait and see." It means to let them wait for death honestly, maybe they can have a good pregnancy in the next life? ? ?
"Old man, your hands are too dark!"
Zhang Xiu stared at Old Mrs. Xin, an old fox with black hands. He took out his butcher knife angrily, scraped off the signed poem with one blow, and took out his writing brush to revise it himself.
"The creation of heaven and earth is a good match, auspicious days and good times for all things. If you get this lot, it is not a trivial matter. People should be loyal and upright Nuwa Xuan!"
Mr. Xin looked at Zhang Xiu's miraculous operation of writing autographs, and his face turned pale with fright. His whole body started to tremble involuntarily, and he said tremblingly: "Zhang, Mr. Zhang... he wrote random poems on his autographs. This is a sign of disrespect to Guanyin Bodhisattva. How disrespectful!"
Zhang Xiu stared at him and said, "Pray according to the broken lotus you asked for. It's strange that the Bodhisattva can manifest his spirit! Death is imminent. Let's treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor!"
With a bitter look on his face, Mr. Xin glanced at the autographed poem written by Zhang Xiuxin and asked with confusion, "Sir, what does the autographed poem you wrote mean?"
Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and said with a pious face: "I am praying to God Pangu and Empress Nuwa to appear. I hope they can hear..."
After hearing this, Mr. Xin suddenly felt that his whole body was in bad shape: "@#￥%￥#@..."
Mr. Zhang, please wake up, this is the Guanyin Lotus!
Isn't it strange that the two great gods you begged for can hear you? !
