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Furthermore, after coming out from the Xumi Illusion Realm, Song Xuan suddenly heard someone calling his name. The sound was actually very far away, but his hearing was very astonishing. He heard it immediately and hurriedly came out of the cave. He only heard the voice coming from above: "Benefactor, where are you, Benefactor?"

"Wow, it's that young monk." Song Xuan couldn't help but show a depressed expression. Why did this long-winded monk still come? He hastily went into the cave to clean up. He grabbed onto some vines and rocks in an attempt to climb down the mountain, but the young monk had already discovered him. Wuu wuu, Benefactor, is it really you? I've found you, you don't know, I've been looking for you here for seven days. " The young monk rushed forward and hugged Song Xuan tightly.

Song Xuan shouted: "Seven days? "Wow, it can't be?"

The young monk let go of his hand and said with his mouth wide open, "Sir, could it be that you don't even remember the past few days? Wow, Benefactor, you … You are... Why are you different from last time? " At this point, he looked at Song Xuan in surprise.

Song Xuan finally reacted. He did not expect to stay in the cave for seven days. He smiled and said, "Young master, you've been waiting for me for a long time. I wonder what business you have with me?"

"Sir, you must be going into the city." The young monk cleared his throat, and seeing Song Xuan nod, he continued, "Good intentions, benefactor. Let me follow you back to the city to find my master." The young monk suddenly became tearful as he recounted his history. Fortunately, he was not particularly long-winded this time around.

One month ago, he first followed his master down the mountain to pay his respects to the famous Sha Emperor's temple. A few days ago, he arrived at the Di River, but because of the severe drought, the victims blocked the transfer array to the Buddhist realm and were delayed at the Di River.

Finally, it began to rain, so he and his Master walked towards the money pool to see if the road was smooth. Arriving at the city gate, his Master looked up at the dark clouds and said that some demon was causing trouble. He told Xuluda to wait on the spot and he took his staff and left.

He waited for a while, but his Master didn't come back, so he searched everywhere, only to find that Song Xuan had somehow been beaten half to death, that he had finally woken up with great difficulty and prepared to collect the corpse, but was then taken away by the soldiers as a witness. It was truly a disaster that came from the heavens, and after that, he took advantage of the chaos in the city to run out, and although he wanted to return and look for his Master, he was unable to do anything, and then he thought that Song Xuan could soar into the sky.

Xu Lu Da sighed. His eyes were misty as he looked pitifully at Song Xuan, "So that's how it is. Although I'm going to the city, it's too suspicious to bring a monk with me. You should hire someone else."

Xu Lu Da rushed over and hugged his legs with both of his hands, crying loudly, "Kind benefactor, have mercy on me, be merciful. Do whatever you want me to do!" Song Xuan, who had just emerged from the martial arts world, didn't know what to do.

Seeing that his pants were about to be taken off by the monk, Song Xuan rolled his eyes and said: "Since that's the case, then please take me as your boss, and swear a poisonous oath to prove your loyalty before I can bring you back to the city."

Xu Lu Da immediately nodded his head and immediately knelt down and kowtowed towards Song Xuan and Song Ming. It seemed like he was a professional who had just kowtowed, and with an extremely serious face, he tried to think of all the vows he could think of and loudly said, "I, Xu Lu Da will be very loyal to big brother, without second thoughts, without a single intention, without a single thought, without a single thought, without a single thought, loyalty … If I break this oath, then I will die a horrible death, either my intestines will rot, or I will be struck to death by lightning, or drowned by water, or even fall into a pit, or …"

Until Song Xuan roared and pounced on him, using sand to cover his mouth. They had already made up their minds. For the sake of being safe, the two of them were going to disguise themselves. Song Xuan's attire didn't matter, but Xu Ruo Da's baldness was a bit inappropriate. He was still worrying over where to get the clothes and headscarf, when he heard Wang Fei laugh out loud in his mind, "Big brother, did you forget that you have a spell?"

After Wang Fei's guidance, he finally understood what was going on. After casually taking out two low-grade crystals from his storage ring for Xu Ruo Da to hang up and continue supplying energy, he once again used his spiritual consciousness to coat the surface of Xu Lu Da's body with a layer of spiritual waves, which was also known as the "trick". It was just that his level wasn't high enough, and he still needed the help of the crystal energy to cast it on others, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sustain it. The two of them changed into their proper clothes. Song Xuan was still wearing the same white scholarly robe, and Xu Ruda had turned into a bookkeeper.

However, when he saw his appearance in the lake, he was very unwilling. He thought about his sins and was very reluctant to part with his status as a monk. Brother, when the time comes, do you have any way to change me back? "

he asked with a sad face. "Pfft, you dare to not believe your boss!"

He raised his fist and pounded him on the head, saying, "These days, being a monk has no future! "I think you might as well be vulgar.

Although he hadn't known Xu Lu Da for long, he had already treated him like his own brother from the bottom of his heart. Furthermore, he was also a teenager, so it didn't take long for him to reveal his childish nature. Moreover, what he said was the truth. Over the past thousand years, due to the great power of cultivation, they had witnessed countless cultivators with unlimited magic power, but the so-called High Monk had a lifespan of no more than two hundred years and could use a few exorcism techniques to cultivate. In the eyes of mortals, it was no different from death.

Reciting Buddha to the afterlife to cultivate Nirvana? It would be better to believe in Taoism instead!

Without believers, there was no need to build a temple, and monks did not have any food to eat, not to mention that no one was willing to be a monk. Looking around, there were only ten famous temples in the entire Taihao Kingdom that were barely able to hold on, and in other small temples, the monks were either reduced to vulgarity or rebuilt to be Taoists, and they could still earn a bit of incense to live on. However, at his young age, Xu Lu Da was very respectful towards Buddhist magic. He couldn't help but pout his lips as he chanted the Amitabha Dharma. He crazily inculcated Buddhist knowledge into Song Xuan, teaching them not to believe in the illusion before their eyes.

Song Xuan's head was spinning and he was crying out loud. He finally cast a sound isolation spell. He could only see Xu Ruda's mouth moving, but he could not hear anything. He then smiled and decided to walk on the mountain path.

Passing through the mountains, there were only a few pilgrims, but they still met a few monks walking in front. It was probably because of the severe disaster on the mountain and the lack of food.

A few hours later, they arrived at the gates of River City. From afar, they saw soldiers guarding the gates. The soldiers were all lined up in a line, and it was impossible for them to enter or leave. They had already stored the scroll and the ring into their storage ring, so they were not worried. They waited in line to enter the city. However, the monks who were walking at the front were all dragged out and tied up by the side. They were all surprised, and Xu Ruda was filled with righteous indignation. She opened her mouth and closed it, but no one knew what she was saying.

Very quickly, it was their turn. During the search, Song Xuan sent a silver note over, and with a wave of his hand, they safely entered the city. After entering the city, the two of them hurriedly ran two streets, in case the stone showed its original form. They met many monks who were tied up and escorted by soldiers in a row. They didn't know what they had done. Those monks were all dressed in shabby clothes, and they were as thin as dried up grass. It could be seen that their lives were miserable.

Seeing this, Wujing wrinkled his nose, bowed to the leader of the group, and muttered to himself. Although he was dressed as a errand boy and had been turned into a mute by Song Xuan's spell, his expression was that of a real monk.

The leader became suspicious and raised his hand to order his subordinates to arrest him. Song Xuan hastily walked forward and bowed to the leader with a smile: "This is my student page. Due to the thunder, I was struck into a mute and became a little crazy. Please show mercy, captain!"

As he spoke, he passed over quite a few banknotes. When the captain saw that Song Xuan was dressed like a son of a rich family and was generous with his money, he also took the banknotes with a smile on his face. Song Xuan took the opportunity to inquire about the crimes of these monks. The captain said, "These damn bald donkeys have always been jealous because the temple had broken its incense and this time they have really angered the people up there. Now they are ordering us to capture them all! Don't meddle in other people's business, or else I won't be able to protect you! " Song Xuan guessed that it had something to do with what happened today. Perhaps the government did not notice him and Xiao Yue, but they were the ones who escorted them here. If they went missing together with the dragon ring, it would be the biggest suspect.

By his side, Wujing was already extremely anxious. He was jumping up and down like a grasshopper. It seemed that if he didn't speak now, he was going to go crazy. After walking to a place with no one around and undoing the little monk's spell, he started to cry, "Big brother, you have to save them. You can't find your master either. They must have taken them away!"

Song Xuan could not win against him, and he knew in his heart that most of the trouble that the monks committed had to do with him. They were short on time, so they decided to disguise themselves as monks and sneak in to see what was going on. The dungeon was located near the main entrance of the Royal City's south gate. There was no compartment in the large dark room below the dungeon. At a glance, he could tell that all the people sitting there were bald.

The escorting soldiers pushed them into the pile of monks, then shut the metal door and left with a 'clang'. Song Xuan looked around to see the panic on the faces of the monks. Some of them were chanting their sutras to worship Buddha while others were crying. There was only a thin monk in tattered clothes. He was fanning himself as he sang.

Just as Song Xuan was thinking about this, he saw the thin monk winking at him. He was shocked, but then he heard Xu Lu Da shout "Master," and rush to the side, followed closely behind him. Seeing an old monk lying in a corner of the dungeon, on the verge of death, there were a few kind-hearted monks beside him chanting the Book of Life.

The thin monk also looked over. He took the broken fan and moved over. He sat down next to the old monk and started picking at the pus on his feet. Xu Lu Da rushed over, crying so hard that he couldn't even make a sound. The old monk's consciousness had already blurred, and after hearing his disciple's voice, he barely opened his eyes, and said intermittently: "Lu Da, is that you? I don't even recognize it. "Don't cry, master has something important to say, master really regrets bringing you down the mountain, and now that you have been captured, I hate Master for not having the ability to save you anymore. Sigh, should I really suffer like this?" As the old monk spoke, tears streamed down his face.

Song Xuan's heart was moved. He couldn't help but step forward and say, "Old master, don't worry. I will take care of your disciple in the future. I will definitely save him. If you have anything, just say it. I will definitely do it for you!"

The old monk's face revealed a trace of happiness, but immediately dimmed down. Song Xuan was currently just an ordinary monk and couldn't be seen. If he could save someone, he wouldn't have been captured. The old monk sighed. He did not think too much and explained the matter while he still had some breath. Senior Brother, this disciple of mine is ignorant of the affairs of the world. If you could take care of him, Liu Huan would be grateful. Sigh, both master and disciple were originally cultivating in a small temple deep in the mountains. There are also some seniors and juniors in the temple. For decades, the temple has already lost its incense burner. But in recent years, due to the continuous natural disasters, it has gradually become unable to continue. "

As the old monk spoke, he began to cough. His words touched deeply on the monks beside him. When they recalled the situation in front of them, they began to cry. The old monk continued, "Last month, this poor monk had asked for a lot, and unexpectedly measured that there would be a bloody disaster in the temple within half a year, which is extremely dangerous! "I was frightened and asked for a lot. I wanted to see if there was a way to save him, but I found out that the chance of survival was with Lu Da. If I can escape this calamity, he will definitely bring the buddhist sect to prosperity again in the future."

He smiled bitterly and said, "But the world is really unpredictable. I decided to go down the mountain and take Ruda to the Heavenly Note Temple to seek refuge, hoping for a chance of survival. However, I was severely injured by a crazy Demonic Dragon in Linan and met with such a disaster in the city for no reason.

He repeated this a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood. His expression was extremely dejected. He was already extremely disappointed. A nearby monk cried and said, "Buddha is merciful. What should we do from now on?! I heard that even the Heavenly Note Temple was unable to escape this calamity. The Emperor has already ordered the destruction of the temple and forbade buddhist magic. " Everyone was shocked when they heard this. That crazy monk shouted, "Good destruction! Good destruction! The temple is destroyed! The monk has escaped! The Buddha is also gone! This is empty! This is very good!"

When Song Xuan heard this, he became extremely angry, stepped forward and stepped on the crazy monk, waving his hand, he scolded: "What! Even the Heavenly Note Temple would be demolished? "Isn't it too much this time?" In truth, he did not care much about the buddha and buddha. He just felt that the imperial government had gone too far this time. Moreover, he had ignited the fuse himself, so he always felt that he had to take some responsibility. Just as he was about to say something, the old monk took out a brocade bag from his bosom.

Trembling, he handed it to XuRuda. "This sariras will now be in your custody. When you cultivate, keep it in your chest. Remember!" With that, he fell into a daze and looked in front of him. When the nearby monks heard the name of the sariras, they revealed looks of admiration, but they also felt that it was a bit strange. One must know that this was a sacred artifact from the Buddhist world.

He thought of Feng Chan, and just as he was about to take a look, he heard the crazy monk under his feet squawking loudly: "Sherry, Wuli City, everyone saw that people were making a ruckus. It was a coincidence for people to die, but it was better to die than having six treasures." He shivered and looked down to see the crazy monk smiling mischievously. He was so angry that he kicked the monk out of the room. He could only hear the crazy monk screaming. Xu Lu Da heard the monk's crazy words and hurriedly called out to his master. When he found out that he was truly lonely, he began to cry sorrowfully. Sigh, this old monk had just passed away and he was already thinking of stealing someone's treasure. This was too disgraceful. It seemed like the sariras were not hard to find. He could find them in any small mountain temple, but he would go search elsewhere in the future.