Master Zhidu lives in a thatched house outside Xiyan Town. I believe that the horse bandits who robbed the town should have no interest in a penniless old monk, but they don’t know how this master who was a cultivating and meticulous master came here. You should know that the caravan is now located more than a hundred miles away from Xiyan Town.

"Namo Amitabha, donor has been no see you for a long time."

As soon as he saw Li Xiaobai, Zhidu also recognized him. He held a carp on the shore of Lake Mo to release animals, which was also considered a good deed. Namo Amitabha!

“It’s been a long time since Master!”

Li Xiaobai jumped off the pile of goods in the cart and bowed his hand to return the gift.

He does not believe in Buddhism, so he is not as pious as others.

However, with the other party's method of practicing pure cultivation, he is indeed worthy of the honorific title of master. People in the world say that he practiced wild fox Zen, so he is probably spreading rumors.

"You know each other?" This time, it was Manager Chun's turn to be surprised.

A young man who arranged and slandered Buddhism, and a monk who practiced asceticism, they met each other, so they were enemies!

Lenovo's plump manager Chun began to feel uneasy again.

Li Xiaobai smiled and explained: "I am from Xiyan Town. Master Zhidu lives outside the town. We are considered to be a match."

Is it really only one meeting? Who knows? Anyway, that's what he said.

"Xiao Lang has a connection with my Buddha, Amitabha!"

Master Zhidu, who had a clear and thin face, responded with a smile.

"Haha, it's really fate!"

Manager Chun then completely let go of his heart.

At this moment, a man with no eyes suddenly asked from afar: "Master, have you ever heard of a monk named Fahai?"

This guy definitely listened to Li Xiaobai's "The Legend of the White Snake". He was so obsessed with the infatuation that he still missed White Snake and Fahai. He actually wanted to prove it from Master Zhidu.

Not only this stuffed goods, but many people who were ready to move in the caravan all lit up their eyes, as if they were thinking the same.

"Hmm! What nonsense? Get out!"

Manager Chun remained sober and knew very well that the difference between the common sayings of change and reality is not like those idiots. Whatever people say is what they say, maybe one day they would say that monsters are transformed by humans, and most of them would believe it.

There is nothing wrong in the world, and mediocre people disturb them.

Unfortunately, most of the caravans are like these confused mediocre people.

"Fahai?"

Master Zhidu was also caught off guard by this sudden attack. He was stunned at first, then shook his head and said, "I have never heard of the name Fahai."

Li Xiaobai smiled. If this master knew Fahai, he would be a ghost.

Chun Manager said for granted: "That's right! The common saying is common saying, how can it be true?"

He is not a mediocre person, so he can be the manager of this caravan.

The entirely confused Master Zhidu looked at Li Xiaobai in confusion. The latter smiled awkwardly but had no explanation. The great monk was still at a loss.

The long-sleeved and good at dancing and socializing, the Chun Manager always keeps in mind the fine traditions of his own business, and quickly convinced Master Zhidu to walk with them.

A large truck with less loading was cleaned up a little. Manager Chun, Li Xiaobai and Master Zhidu took it together. There was a little free space and even a small table was placed on it. A small red mud stove was cooking tea that kept popping out of fish-eye bubbles. The fragrance of tea in the air made the boring journey more elegant and interesting.

There are four crude black pottery cups on the small table, but against the backdrop of bright and clear red tea soup, it unexpectedly gives rise to a little bit of returning to nature.

Three people, three teacups, and as for the fourth teacup, it needs to be said that it belongs to the green snake that is lying outside and refuses to return to the wallet.

This demon girl who comes from Kunlun Demon Realm and yearns for the human world must follow the art of elegance. She sucked and spitted the bright red snake letter in Li Xiaobai's arms from time to time, and put her head into the teacup from time to time, pretending to lick the taste.

He is so good at playing monsters these days, and Li Xiaobai feels like he is being played with.

Master Zhidu slowly pulled the Buddhist beads in his hand, his lips opened and closed silently, and he practiced himself silently. He ignored the green snake demon in front of him, neither happy nor sad, nor surprised, and was not as afraid and surprised as others. This made Chun Bo, the manager of the caravan, respect this Taoist man more and more respectful to this Taoist man.

When it was sunset, the caravan almost stepped on the spot and arrived at a small town, and found an inn with familiarity.

The Geng caravan traveled back and forth between the Dawu Dynasty and Fengxuan Kingdom for many years, and for the mutual exchange between the two countries, there were naturally many familiar destinations along the way. With Yi Shanxiang's fame and strength, he was basically the biggest benefactor of these inns, restaurants, tea shops, and he had to greet him the most enthusiastically every time he arrived.

The coachmen arranged the livestock, and the accompanying staff unloaded the most expensive goods and put them in a special room for storage. The guards arranged their nighttime work and guards on their own. Manager Chun, who was responsible for dealing with the inn, arranged everyone's food, accommodation and preparations for tomorrow's departure in just a few words.

The inn's cleanliness, safety, food, price and service have become routine and it does not require much lip service.

After a moment of noise, the inn quickly returned to order.

Li Xiaobai and Master Zhidu, who were walking with the caravan, also benefited from these conveniences.

After dinner, Li Xiaobai went back to the room to wash, and the green snake crawled out of the cloud snake pattern Shujin purse hanging on the head of the bed, jumped quickly to the square table in the guest room. The demonic aura was slightly released, and the dragon scales that had been stored in a snake scale under the neck appeared on the table in an instant.

Due to limited creativity, the demon race is not as good as the human race in making various magic weapons. They are more accustomed to relying on their own body. When their cultivation reaches the realm of transformation, they can use part of the body, such as the skin, fur and minions, to refine them into their own magic weapons.

Snake Girl Qingyao specially refines a piece of snake scale under her neck into a storage magic weapon, which can carry all her belongings with her.

From this we can see that she was probably planning to sneak into the human kingdom and play around with the world at will. However, Xiaobai unfortunately fell into the trap. Not only did she become a long-term meal ticket, but she also became her amulet.

Although there was only one dragon scale obtained from the Fenglang Dao Imperial Repository, it still retained the original aura of the dragon and a thin trace of dragon energy. Due to the differences in race levels, it was not easy for Qingyao to extract the almost non-existent dragon energy.

Her body was filled with demonic aura, sometimes rising and sometimes dormant, like a millstone, constantly eroding the breath of the big dragon on the dragon scales, and trying to do something about the nest.

If you want to refine this dragon scale without destroying its integrity, you can only rely on this water grinding skill to erode bit by bit.

During the day, he digested the blood drops rich in Emperor Liuyu obtained from Li Xiaobai, and at night he had all his strength to refine the dragon scales. In addition to acting cute or tantrums in front of Li Xiaobai, the diligence of the witch is almost no less than that of anyone or monster.

Either she becomes a great monster or is eaten by a demon clan that is stronger than herself. The cruel rules of survival have made her understand the hardships of survival early on. Sometimes the jokes she made with Xiaobai may not be just a joke.

When Qingyao quietly refined the dragon scales, Li Xiaobai also sat at the square table, picked up a book and read it carefully.

“…Samman Podoro, Ismari, Shiyanshapige, Jedomaha, Yeserusk, Jaedosumman…”

Although he has never understood the Sanskrit transliteration of the Mahabhara Sutra in his hand, he did not give up easily. This persistence may be somewhat similar to his elder brother Li Mo.

Although obscure scriptures do not understand their meaning, as they read, like ordinary Buddhist scriptures, they can also make people gradually calm and find a quiet place in this chaotic world.

Li Xiaobai's voice echoed in the entire room, but after a moment, another old voice came in from the next room.

“… Om, Grandma Luxi, Emperor Kara, Yixi, Mahabodhisattva, Sarvas, Malamola, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Yixi, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma, Mahma

Master Zhidu lives next to Li Xiaobai. It is a habit of chanting scriptures in the morning and evening.

A young voice, an old voice. Although the two recited different scriptures, they did not interfere with each other. Instead, the two respective ups and downs blended perfectly with each other, echoing each other faintly, gradually forming a resonance of a strange rhythm.

Li Xiaobai did not notice this. He was deeply immersed in the "Mahabhiran" scripture in his hand, reading the transliteration above on his own.

The two of them had a very small voice. After entanglement with each other, they seemed to have a strange penetration. They not only easily entered the rooms of Li Xiaobai and Master Zhidu, but also into more and more guest rooms around them.

Every corner of this inn began to echo the intertwined chanting sounds.

Whether it was the shopkeeper and the client in the store, they all opened their eyes wide, looked at each other, or looked around in a daze, looking for the direction of the sound, but the chanting of scriptures was erratic, as if it was just ringing in their ears, elusive.

Gradually, the sound of chanting spread farther and farther away, and the whole town fell silently. Everyone listened in awe, and some even knelt on the ground, put their hands together, and recited silently.

Words emitting golden light flew out from the book of the Mahaboran and kept pouring into Li Xiaobai's eyebrows. He suddenly felt that he was chanting mechanically, but he did not continue to turn the pages on his hands. Instead, he recited them without any hindrance. It seemed that all the transliterated scriptures of the Mahaboran were deeply imprinted into his heart and could be recited without any difficulties.

Whether the lotus bud in Li Xiaobai's heart is already blooming or not, you can see that the transliterated scriptures of the "Mahabharan" are constantly flowing, and finally imprinted on the "Xihe" petals.

The numerous characters are undetermined, making the original spiritual light of the petal even more prosperous.
Chapter completed!