The distance of 120 miles is a relatively long distance for ordinary people, and it is nothing to Jiumokong, who can open space at will. It didn't take long for a temple next to a pleasant lake, appeared in his sight.

Thinking of the earth spirit bead that he was about to get, even though he tried his best to cover it up, the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up.

However, soon, his slightly thick eyebrows frowned a little, and his face became a little unstable.

Logically speaking, there should be many monks' Jade Buddha Temple, but for some reason there was no one there, which made him, who had always been cautious, feel a little uneasy.

"Maybe the abbot of this temple has not only high cultivation but also noble moral character. When you see you, you can clean up every household."

Li Xiaoyao, who was full of anger along the way, saw that Jiu Mokong's expression was changing, and he couldn't help but speak out sarcastic words.

Jiumokong, who was told about his heart, glared at Li Xiaoyao viciously, then made a gesture, Baoxiang said solemnly: "Amitabha, sin, sin, the little monk violated the precept of anger again."

"Pretending to behave"

Li Xiaoyao said with disdain.

These days, he has suffered a lot in Jiumokong's hands. He has seen through what kind of person Jiumokong is.

Zhao Ling'er, who was standing beside him, looked at Jiumokong with a nervous face when he heard this, worried that this monk who was always good and bad at work would attack her brother Xiaoyao again.

Then, something surprised her was aroused. The monk not only did not get angry, but also smiled gently at her brother Xiaoyao.

"Ling'er, over there"

Li Xiaoyao breezes at the Jade Buddha Temple.

Zhao Ling'er has lived on the Immortal Spirit Island since she was a child. She is simple in her mind, but she is not stupid at all. Now she understands that the reason why Jiumok's attitude has changed drastically was to give it to the old monk in the Jade Buddha Temple who may have a high cultivation and good quality.

"Master Li, Master Zhao, go in with the little monk."

Jiumokong's face became even gentler.

"Oh, Master is so polite, I'm really a little uncomfortable with it."

Li Xiaoyao left behind the sarcastic words and walked into the Jade Buddha Temple with a swagger.

Zhao Ling'er followed Li Xiaoyao closely.

Jiumokong was the last to enter the Jade Buddha Temple with a hint of uneasiness.

"Why are there no one?"

Li Xiaoyao spoke out in surprise.

"There are many footprints on the ground, and the people in the temple should have left not long after."

Zhao Linger spoke.

I also noticed the footprints on the ground. I suddenly remembered a memory I saw in the minds of many people when I erased the memories of passers-by on the streets. The old abbot of the Jade Buddha Temple liked to call people to become monks, and many people became monks in a confused manner.

"Those monks obviously became enlightened by the monk's Taoism. They couldn't help but suddenly expose themselves. Either the monk showed his conscience and drove away the people, or a stronger monk came to rescue these people."

Jiumokong guessed that a person inexplicably appeared in his mind - Cao Yi.

Immediately afterwards, he shook his head. According to the memories of the residents in the town before, the old abbot was afraid that he had lived for hundreds of years. He had seen Cao Yi's methods and was not as strong as this.

"If you don't go to pay homage to the old abbot, why are you standing here and shaking your head?"

Li Xiaoyao's voice sounded.

Jiumokong gathered his thoughts, tidied up the monk's robe, bowed to the courtyard where the Sutra Pavilion was located not far away, and said, "The Indian monk Jiumokong, pay homage to the great monk."

There was no movement in the yard, like a dead land.

Jiumokong hesitated for a while and walked towards the yard not far away.

After walking about six or seven steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Master Li, you'd better keep up."

"You have put a ban in my soul, where can I run."

Li Xiaoyao said something unhappy and followed.

Zhao Ling'er naturally followed Li Xiaoyao closely.

"The little monk is also for your own good. This woman is a snake demon. If you fall in love with her, it will only harm you."

Jiumok said seriously.

Those who don’t know thought he was Fahai.

"When will Nuwa descendants become snake demons?"

Li Xiaoyao's face was full of sarcasm.

Jiumokong didn't say anything more.

The three of them entered the yard one after another, walked through a gravel road, and came to a three-story wooden building called the Sutra Pavilion.

Jiumokong sensed that this ordinary Sutra Pavilion formed a space in its own space.

Once you go in, life and death will definitely be in the hands of others.

If it were before, he would never dare to go in.

After Sarius awakens his ability to shuttle space, he can be said to let his shuttle space pass through, and he is not afraid of any space.

He wrapped around Zhao Ling'er, and Li Xiaoyao flashed and appeared on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

What caught my eye was an old monk wearing a gray monk's robe, eyebrows and beard whiter than snow, walked out from behind the curtain, holding a broom of a while ago in his hand, sweeping the floor. Every time it fell, it seemed as if it was there.

"All dharmas originate from dependent origination, and the Tathagata says it is the cause. The cause and condition of that dharma is extinguished, and it is said by the great monk!"

The old monk, or Cao Yi, spoke verses without raising his head.

"Meet the Great Monk"

Jiumokong bowed respectfully.

Cao Yi ignored him and continued to sweep the floor.

Jiumokong didn't show any unhappiness and continued, "What do you call a great monk?"

"Hundreds of years, the old monk doesn't remember it."

Cao Yi shook his head slightly and continued to sweep the floor.

"Hundreds of years" Jiumokong's heart moved and asked, "I wonder who the great monk is?"

Although Buddhism is complex, he basically knows all famous people in history.

"The old monk is Bodhidharma"

Cao Yi said.

"Bharma"

Jiumokong was stunned.

"Afollower"

Cao Yi added another sentence.

Jiumokong breathed a sigh of relief.

Cao Yi lifted his broom and walked towards the second floor.

Seeing this, Jiumokong hurriedly said, "The monk stays for a walk."

Cao Yi stopped and turned his head to look at Jiumokong, "What else is there?"

Jiumokong said respectfully: "The little monk met a Buddhist son who was about to be transformed when he walked eastward. The monk had a premonition that there would be a disaster in the world. The little monk was determined to save the suffering, but his cultivation was insufficient. I heard that the earth spirit bead, one of the five great spirit beads in the past, lived here for a long time, and I wonder if there was any clue?"

Didn’t it be that monks don’t tell lies, and they just lie.

While Cao Yi was extremely speechless to Jiumokong, his expression was calm, like a stagnant water that had been silent for thousands of years. "The old monk did know the whereabouts of the earth spirit pearl, but nothing could escape a 'fate'. If you and the old monk had no 'fate', go back!"

Jiumokong twitched his lips and asked, "I wonder when the fate will come?"

"When it's time to arrive"

Cao Yi said something that was equivalent to not saying anything.

Jiumozhi was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but he was not the one who gave up easily. He stepped forward and said, "The great monk, it's true that there is an evil demon named Cao who is chasing the little monk. The evil demon has the same ability as the little monk, but he has a strange and unpredictable corpse monster. Even the big monk may not be his opponent. We must get the earth spirit bead before they come."
Chapter completed!