OK! I have become an evil demon.

"Amitabha, what if the old monk is his opponent, but if he is not his opponent, he will let him kill him, life and death, like passing clouds and smoke."

Cao Yi continued to act as a peerless monk and said something light on life and death.

"The realm of a great monk is beyond the reach of a little monk."

Jiumokong endured the bitterness in his heart and flattered him, for the first time in his life he hated monks so much.

"You and I are both monks, and there is no distinction between high and low levels. You care too much about your life and death. You must learn to let go. If you let go, you will be free from your mind."

Cao Yi's voice became even more ethereal and vain.

Jiumokong didn't know how to answer it, but his mind turned around for a while and said in a deep voice: "The little monk does not care about his own life and death. The little monk's life and death are small. If he cannot save millions of people, he will be extremely guilty."

Well, I'm still in the state!

If it weren't for knowing that Jiumokong's character, Cao Yi might have believed him.

"If the great monk really doesn't want to tell me, the little monk can only go and find him."

Jiumokong did not believe in the news about the Tu Lingzhu, and no one knew except this immortal.

This patience is really not great!

It seems that Yelu Zhigu scared him so much.

"You don't have to look for it anymore."

Cao Yi's tone was plain, but what he said almost made it clear.

Jiumokong's eyes first rose into doubt, and then lit up. The earth spirit bead was in the old man, oh, no, the old senior.

"It's true that the old monk has not been around for many days, but unfortunately he has never found anyone who inherits his legacy."

Cao Yi suddenly said a few words, seemingly off-topic.

What a smart man, Jiumokong, immediately understood that this senior who had lived for hundreds of years was hinting that he had to inherit his mantle if he wanted to obtain the earth spirit pearl.

As a generation of Indian monks and inherited the mantle of a Buddhist son, Jiumokong really didn't want to worship an alien and enlightened old senior as his master, even if this senior has a high level of cultivation.

"This donor, the old monk is very destined to be with me. Are you willing to inherit the old monk's mantle?"

Cao Yi suddenly looked at Li Xiaoyao standing beside him and said softly.

Li Xiaoyao, who was worried about not being able to find a way to get out of trouble, immediately said: "I do."

"Brother Xiaoyao"

Zhao Ling'er shouted nervously.

Li Xiaoyao blinked.

Zhao Linger immediately understood that this was Brother Xiaoyao's expedient plan.

However, she was still very worried that this old monk had such a high level of cultivation, and Brother Xiaoyao might not be able to succeed if he wanted to fool him.

Jiumokong could not let such a thing beyond his control happen, and he stopped him, "Senior, this donor Li is a wife, and the woman next to him is his wife. Such a person who has not yet broken through the world should not be allowed to enter my nun."

"Why did you say it's my wife? Didn't you say Ling'er was a banshee before?"

Li Xiaoyao ridiculed him.

Jiumokong smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

"Since it's not appropriate, then forget it."

Cao Yi sighed lightly and headed to the second floor with a broom.

"Senior, please wait, the monk is willing to inherit your mantle."

Jiumokong shouted.

In order to get the earth spirit bead, he didn't care about so much.

Cao Yi turned his head, looked at Jiumokong indifferently, and said, "You have little fate with the old monk."

After saying that, he continued to go to the second floor.

Jiumokong was suddenly depressed, why did he not have enough fate?

Soon, Cao Yi's figure disappeared.

Jiumokong clenched his fists and said in his heart that he wanted to rob, but he was worried that he would not be able to beat this immortal and would bring shame to himself.

Time passed little by little, and there was nothing else except 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 monster were chasing him at this time, he would not know that he would be able to leave alive.

About half an hour later, Cao Yi appeared on the first floor again.

Jiumokong thought Cao Yi had changed his mind, and there was a hint of joy on his face.

"You really want to take the old monk's mantle?"

Cao Yi spoke.

Jiumok wanted to say nothing, but he just had no choice but to speak, and it turned into a very heavy word: "I want"

Cao Yi didn't say anything, walked to the door, looked up slightly at the sky outside, and after a while, he said, "You are not a destined person. If you want to take the old monk's robe and mantle, do you have to let the old monk see your sincerity?"

sincerity?

Jiumok thought for a while, but after not being able to make the point, he said with a puzzled look: "The little monk doesn't understand what sincerity is said by senior, please let me know?"

Cao Yi did not answer and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

Jiumokong was stunned.

At this time, Li Xiaoyao let out a burst of ridicule.

A cold light flashed in Jiumokong's eyes, and he turned to Li Xiaoyao for a moment, returning to normal, and asked in a gentle tone: "Did Master Li know?"

"In my hometown of Yuhang, sincerity is nothing more than a valuable gift and whether I am willing to lower my body, such as kowtowing a hundred heads or something."

Li Xiaoyao put away his smile and said seriously.

"Expensive gift? Kowtow?"

Confusion arose in Jiumokong's eyes.

A person who has lived for hundreds of years should not care about these stupid things.

"This master is a master of enlightenment. Is this the same thing? I can't be sure, but you can give it a try."

Li Xiaoyao added a few more words, with a casual expression, anyway, this matter has nothing to do with her.

While repeating the words just now, Kumakong stomped in the Sutra Pavilion.

Gifts that are valuable in the eyes of mortals are naturally nothing, and the gifts that are valuable in the eyes of monks are a different matter.

Although the kowtow is a false ceremony, maybe the old man cares, after all, it is a big thing like inheriting the legacy.

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, the ground was covered with fallen leaves, layer by layer, and the scene of loneliness in autumn. Swish, Cao Yi was holding a broom that was much bigger than the broom just now, sweeping the floor, sweeping very seriously.

Suddenly, Jiumokong's qi appeared behind him.

Finally came out.

"Senior, when the young monk got the bowl of a Buddhist son, he received many ancient medicines that were thousands of years or even ten thousand years old. The young monk was willing to offer them to the monk."

Jiumokong said respectfully.

"Ancient medicine?"

Cao Yi paused and continued to sweep without comment.

The light flashed in Jiumok's hand, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand.

Obviously, what he called the ancient medicine that he had used to ages for thousands of years or even ten thousand years.

With a thought, more than a dozen ancient medicines containing rich spiritual energy appeared in the air.

"This thing is useless to me"

Cao Yi shook his head and refused.

Jiumokong's face changed slightly. This was the most precious treasure on him. No matter how good he was, he really didn't have it.

Looking at Cao Yi who continued to sweep the floor, something suddenly appeared in Jiumokong's mind - a relics.
Chapter completed!