Travel to the early Tang Dynasty and become a salted fish

The collection of books on the second floor is nearly three-quarters less than that on the first floor. There are not only some Buddhist classics but also many martial arts secrets.

Yang Hongyu browsed through it briefly. Although these classics were very rare outside, they were not impossible to obtain.

Those martial arts secrets are basically just ordinary moves and have little effect on you.

So, she abandoned the second floor again and went straight to the third floor.

However, when she first entered the third floor, she saw an old monk with a haggard face, a dying look, and a gray beard, waiting for her with his big eyes that were about to bulge.

Yang Hongyu was shocked when she first saw him. When she felt that there were still signs of life on the old monk's body, and there was a faint fluctuation in his body that made her heart palpitate.

Yang Hongyu immediately became alert, clasped her fists towards the old monk and said: "Senior, this junior did not intend to offend Buddhism, but a few monks bullied others too much and insisted on fighting me to death, so I was bold and wanted to come in and ask for some money." justice."

After hearing Yang Hongyu's words, the old monk scanned Yang Hongyu's body back and forth twice with his dead fish eyes, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Little boy, I think it is not easy for you to cultivate. If you leave like this, the poor monk will not pursue you any further."

After hearing the old monk's words, Chu Mo's words once again drifted through Yang Hongyu's mind: Some old guys are so afraid of death that they should have been buried long ago, but they never want to die and are living in the world. If you meet such people, don't... I'm afraid, just go up and extort a lot of money.

Then, he rolled his eyes and said: "Senior, it's not because this junior doesn't want to leave, but someone told me that once you enter Treasure Mountain, how can you leave empty-handed."

"You see, I have been busy for most of the night. How can I be willing to leave like this? Besides, I am being hunted by the Buddhist sect. If this resentment in my heart does not come out, it will definitely hinder my future practice. I think seniors can understand. .”

After saying that, Yang Hongyu looked like she was about to attack.

When the old monk saw Yang Hongyu like this, his few eyebrows could not help but tremble a few times, and then he said again in his hoarse voice:

"Little boy, if you leave like this, I can help you resolve your grievances with Buddhism, but if you have other thoughts, don't blame me for bullying the young."

After hearing what the old monk said, Yang Hongyu became calmer and calmer. She pretended to be dissatisfied and snorted coldly at the old monk:

"Senior, the grievances between me and Buddhism cannot be solved by you in just one or two words. Now it is not Buddhism and I who want to fight to the death, but I want to fight to the death with Buddhism."

As she spoke, Yang Hongyu gathered her momentum, exuding a strong fighting spirit, and took a step forward.

Seeing that Yang Hongyu did not retreat but instead advanced, the old monk's face twitched, he raised his withered arm with only a piece of skin left, and made a stop motion and said:

"Little baby, God has the virtue of good life. If you still want to force your way in, don't blame me for turning into that angry-eyed King Kong."

As he spoke, an unparalleled aura suddenly emitted from his body, which made Yang Hongyu take a few steps back.

Yang Hongyu didn't expect that the old monk who looked like he was about to die could exude such aura. First, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he cupped his hands towards the old monk and said:

"Senior's strength is unfathomable. He is the most powerful person Hongyu has ever seen. Hongyu and I have never had a good fight with anyone since I broke through to the master realm. Since I have to meet senior, I would like to ask senior to give guidance to this junior." One or two, so as to consolidate the realm of the younger generation."

As he spoke, his aura changed, and his fighting spirit deepened again.

When the old monk saw that instead of scaring Yang Hongyu away, he actually aroused the other party's warlike intentions, his heart twitched involuntarily, and then his aura dissipated, and he saluted Yang Hongyu and said:

"Amitabha, God is good at regenerating people. Female donor, your desire to win is too strong, which is not conducive to practice. If you can let go of your obsession and follow me in practice, you will achieve success in the future and you will no longer be inferior to me."

Yang Hongyu playfully winked at the old monk and said: "Senior, I am a woman, and I am still engaged. How can I follow you as a monk? If people know this, won't it damage your reputation?"

The old monk bowed again and said: "It doesn't matter. My Buddhist philosophy is to be open to all rivers. If the female donor does not want to be ordained and become a monk, she can also become a registered lay disciple under my sect."

Seeing that the old monk no longer pressed hard on others, but instead began to solicit, Yang Hongyu became more and more certain that the old guy in front of him must be a powerful person.

Rolling her eyes, Yang Hongyu smiled and said: "Old senior, I don't know what kind of technique you practice. Can you give me some reference?"

With that said, he raised his feet and walked towards the old monk.

Seeing Yang Hongyu approaching him, the old monk's eyes that were about to fall out became more bulging.

The aura on his body gathered again and pressed towards Yang Hongyu.

With the previous experience, Yang Hongyu, who was crushed by the momentum again, stabilized her mind, her anger sank into her dantian, she gritted her teeth and stood motionless on the spot.

Seeing that his momentum could not suppress Yang Hongyu, the old monk once again stretched out his withered arm and pointed towards Yang Hongyu.

Feeling a strong energy coming toward her, Yang Hongyu moved lightly, scolded, retreated instead of advancing, took out a short blade from her waist, and took the initiative to meet it.

Hearing a muffled sound, Yang Hongyu stepped back several steps, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The old monk's body shook twice. His withered body seemed to have been drained of its last energy, and there was no longer any color on his face.

"Female donor, what I did just now is a warning. If you are still stubborn and want to force your way in, then..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Hongyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped forward again.

However, this time the direction of advancement was not towards the old monk, but towards the bookshelf on the side in a wide circle.

Seeing Yang Hongyu bypassing him, a stern look flashed in the old monk's eyes, but in an instant he returned to his normal state.

With a sigh, the old monk said to Yang Hongyu: "You must already know my truth and falsehood. If you are destined, then I will give you an extraordinary blessing. However, before doing it again, you need to promise me one thing."

"If you agree, the grievances between you and Buddhism will be wiped out, and I will make the decision to take three of the things here."

"If you don't agree, then I will kill you even if I risk my life."

Hearing what the old monk said, Yang Hongyu stopped, looked at the old monk with a smile and said, "It's not impossible for me to agree, but you have to tell me what are the three most valuable items in Daxingshan Temple. "