"The old monk not only owns the earth spirit beads, but also controls the whereabouts of other spirit beads. If you can impress the old monk, the spirit beads will naturally be all yours."

Cao Yi said without raising his head.

The whereabouts of the other four spirit beads!

Jiumokong's body shook and his breathing was rapid. He had already obtained the Five Spirits Immortal Art from Zhao Ling'er, and then collected the powerful and mysterious Five Spirits Pearls. One day, it would be impossible to break the shackles and become a Buddha-level existence.

Although the relics are precious, they are not of the same level as the Five Spirits Beads.

He immediately wanted to hand over the relics, but when he took action, he hesitated again.

Although the Five Spirit Pearl is mysterious and powerful, it is too mysterious. It is as close as Nuwa, and its descendants have never been able to control it. How can he, an outsider, be completely controlled?

In contrast, the relics that saved him from danger last time were more realistic.

Just as the scale in his heart turned to the relics, a sentence Cao Yi said appeared in his mind - the old monk would not have much future.

Lao Buddy is about to die. When he really dies, he will take the relics back.

How simple it is, there is no need to worry at all.

After a thought came to his mind, he said solemnly: "The most precious thing of the monk, the little monk is the relics left by a Buddhist son. The little monk is willing to use the relics to express his sincerity."

After saying that, a petite and delicate stone appeared on Jiumo's delicate palm, which constantly emitted a holy and clean light, warm, like the spring breeze of summer.

Cao Yi, who had made so many things to deceive Jiumo's relics in his empty hands, shook his head slightly and said, "The relics are unparalleled holy objects in the world, how can the old monk occupy them?"

Jiumokong sneered in his heart. He had seen through it. This old senior was an extremely hypocritical person. Before, he spoke illusory words, but after seeing the relics, it was hard to say them.

He thought this in his heart, but he was very sincere in his mouth, "The little monk has a shallow cultivation and has never been able to understand the mystery of relics. The great monk's merits and achievements can definitely understand the truth of relics."

Considering that the agreement was too fast, it would arouse Jiumok's suspicion.

Cao Yi pretended to be moved, glanced at Shariputra more, withdrew his gaze, and continued to refuse, "How can the old monk do what he loves?"

Jiumokong had the urge to come over and punch Cao Yi. This old man was too hypocritical. He obviously wanted it in his heart, but he refused to admit it in his mouth.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and continued to ask: "The Relics were willing to give to the great monk. The little monk has shallow cultivation and is not worthy of the Relics, so you can accept it."

"You can't say that. The old monk practiced for hundreds of years before you can reach the current realm. With your talent, you will definitely be above the old monk in the future. You should take back the relics, the old monk doesn't want it."

Cao Yi declined for the third time, but his tone was obviously not as tough as the previous two times.

Rejected again, rejected again!

Jiumokong was already angry, but his mouth was extremely earnest, "Great monk, please accept it! The little monk begs you."

After all the words were said, Cao Yi was not willing to refuse again, and nodded reluctantly to agree, "Since you insisted on sending me off, the old monk would be disrespectful."

Disrespectful?

I've wanted it long ago.

Jiumo Kong sneered in his heart and raised his hand to send the relics out.

Cao Yi reached out to catch it, looked at it for a few seconds, nodded, and with a thought, he put the relics into the space of the Gate of Eternal Life.

Jiumokong looked up at Cao Yi.

Cao Yi also looked down at Jiumokong.

Time passes by bit by bit.

asshole!

Jiumokong suddenly realized that this immortal was not satisfied yet.

But he has no treasure on him.

Suddenly, he remembered what Li Xiaoyao said before - sincerity is nothing more than a valuable gift and whether he is willing to lower his figure, such as kowtowing a hundred heads or something.

The precious gifts are already collected.

Next, it should be to let go of your figure.

All the treasures were given away, and what was the point of putting down his figure? He lifted up the monk's robe, bent his knees, and knelt down.

Cao Yi touched his white beard with his hands, nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with appreciation, but he still didn't speak.

When I control the Five Spirits Beads, I will definitely beat you into a pig's head.

Jiumokong suppressed the indignation in his heart and kowtowed firmly on the ground.

Originally, with his cultivation level, the earth had already cracked when hitting the ground at this level.

But the Jade Buddha Temple is different. After being baptized by the Jade Buddha for hundreds of years, it has long become extremely strong.

"You are sincere, and it's not difficult for the old monk to do anything for you. In Buddhism, we say that "Ninety-nine Return to the Truth" is enough. You kowtow for 81 times."

Cao Yi looked calm, as if eighty-one sounds were worth mentioning.

Not to be embarrassed?

Eighty-one sound head?

That's enough!

Jiumokong felt that he was about to explode, so he quickly recited the Heart Sutra to calm himself down, took a breath and knocked him down again.

one,

two,

...

Twenty,

...

Thirty,

...

Cao Yi looked at Jiu Mokong with a calm expression on the surface, but in fact he kept gathering the power of the Wanhua Daojue.

Bang! The eighty-first sound finally fell.

"well"

Cao Yi came near and said two more times, and reached out to support Jiumokong.

Jiumokong, who took the opportunity, subconsciously asked: "The whereabouts of the great monk, the earth spirit beads, and the other four spirit beads?"

"Tu Lingzhu"

Cao Yi had a free hand, and a yellow bead was suspended, emitting a soft light.

Jiumokong was delighted in his heart, reached out to pick it up, and only reached halfway, then he hung down weakly. He turned his head and looked at Cao Yi in horror, "My Monk, why are you like this?"

When he arrived at this moment, he thought that the one standing in front of him was the Jade Buddha Temple.

Cao Yi, who successfully impressed the power of the Wanhua Daojue into Jiumokong's body, had a change in his face and turned into his original appearance.

"It's you, you lied to me, you're so treacherous!"

Jiumokong's eyes were almost overflowing with murderous aura, his fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth were creaking.

No matter what, he never expected that all this was Cao Yi's trick.

He became the monkey who was fooled in the trick.

"How can you be called a scam for a monk?"

Cao Yi smiled and felt no guilt at all about using methods to people like Jiumokong.

"When the relics come back, they are invisible and invisible, and they cannot be selfless..."

Jiumokong kept chanting mantras and summoning relics.

The relics that were originally hovering in the space of the Gate of Eternal Life suddenly became irritable and kept hitting the crystal wall of the space, but no matter how it was, they could not be broken.

"Fallen"

Cao Yi increased the power of the Wanhua Dao Jue.

Jiumokong's body stiffened and he fell down straight.

Cao Yi turned around and waved his hand.

The door of the Sutra Library, which originally formed a space, was opened, and Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling'er walked out of it.

Seeing Cao Yi, both of them showed extreme surprise on their faces.

Cao Yi waved his hand again.
Chapter completed!