The young monk has returned to secular life

Yizhen's biggest intention in taking the nigger into the dark abyss was to let this guy decipher it for him.

Yi Zhen believed that in order to protect himself and practice, he would also find a way to move him to the "three levels of heaven".

Thinking of this, he pretended to yawn and said to Mu Yunqing, "I'm so sleepy. Do you want to sleep together?"

After sleeping for so long, I felt sleepy when I woke up. It was obvious that there was something I didn't want to know.

But if you want to tease yourself, just say so. What do you mean by teasing me?

The more Mu Yunqing thought about it, the angrier he became. He stretched out his jade hands and said, "Are your ears itchy again?"

Yizhen clasped his hands together, looked serious, and chanted: "Amitabha, the young monk is just being polite and has no evil intentions. Please don't misunderstand me, young lady."

Mu Yunqing gave him a big eye roll, turned around and left the room. The moment he closed the door, a fox-like smile appeared on his face.

When she walked out of the courtyard, she hummed a ditty for the first time.

Yi Zhen didn't see Mu Yunqing's cunning side. He was talking to a nigger in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Nigger, how do you feel?"

"Stinky monk, you finally showed up, get me out of this dark place!" The nigger suddenly cursed when he heard Yi Zhen's voice.

Yi Zhen could feel him clearly, but Ni Gui couldn't feel the light. He was so anxious now.

Yi Zhen smiled and showed a helpless expression: "I want to do it too, but I don't know how to do it."

"Then why did you bring me in?" The nigger became even more angry.

He felt that apart from being bald, this young monk's behavior was completely inconsistent with that of a serious monk.

"I just tried to imagine the power of the Holy Light Reincarnation Tower. Who would have thought that you, a thousand-year-old ghost, could be so weak? You didn't know how to get in without struggling."

The nigger was about to explode with anger at his words: "Am I weak? This Arhat has beaten all the invincible opponents in the world!"

Yizhen laughed and said, "Then come out by yourself."

"I……"

The black ghost was spinning on the spot anxiously, but he did not dare to offend Yizhen too much, so he had no choice but to beg for mercy and said: "Holy Monk, this 'dark abyss' is too depressing. Can you change it to a place with light?"

Yi Zhen smiled and said: "You are a ghost, but you like light. This is very unscientific."

The nigger doesn't understand science. He only feels deep fear now. This is the helplessness caused by facing the endless darkness in front of him.

This feeling made him suffocated.

"Holy Monk, if you think of a way, I believe you will find a way."

Yi Zhen sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Nigger, I have tried to move you to the 'Third Level of Heaven' with my mind, but it has no effect."

"Think about it again, is there any spell needed to activate the room changing service?"

The nigger is very depressed. Even now, he still has the heart to make a joke. This little monk is so out of tune.

He held his head and thought for a long time, and finally said: ""Notes", yes, I heard Zen Master Huiyu mention a "Notes". He said that the reason why he knew Lanruo Temple was because he read an article "Notes" probably contains records about the Holy Light Reincarnation Tower."

"Where is the "Notes"?" Yi Zhen asked anxiously.

The nigger said: "The books that Zen Master Huiyu mentioned were all taken away by that old bald donkey. If you go back to Bodhi Temple and look for them, you will definitely find them."

Yi Zhen rubbed his hands excitedly. It would be great if he had clues. If he had to figure it out on his own, it would be useless for a thousand years. Otherwise, this treasure would not have existed in Bodhi Temple for so long and no one would know how to use it.

"Then I will go back to Bodhi Temple tomorrow. You can go to bed first, and remember not to take advantage of the little vixen~"

"Yes, the little vixen is here too. Tell me where she is and I'll go talk to her."

Yizhen didn't answer him. The little vixen was still in a coma. The nigger could only worry when he found her. He might as well let her sleep quietly.

Early the next morning, before Yizhen had even finished his meal, Qingmei hurried into the dining hall.

"Miss, it's not good."

"There is news from Liefang Pavilion. After Zhongzhou received the news of Chen Zhijian's death, he arranged for a master of the seventh-level Saint Enlightenment realm to come and replace him. He has already set off."

Qingmei and Zhou Jin were no match for the seventh-level Qi Sage.

It seems that Liefang Pavilion is already very worried about Xinzhou.

Mu Yunqing sighed: "I frightened the snake by cutting grass. I'm afraid Xinzhou will not be peaceful in the future."

Zhou Jin asked: "Princess Princess, do you want me to ask the master for help?"

Mu Yunqing said nothing. She looked at Yizhen who was still eating steamed buns dipped in miso.

Qingmei looked at Yizhen, who was careless and thoughtless, and became angry.

"Miss, do you still want to count on him?"

Zhou Jin also said coldly: "He has no hair on his head and can't do things well. Let's not put our hope in him."

The two of them were angered by what Yizhen did the night before. If Mu Yunqing hadn't stopped him, they would have even wanted to leave this unreliable guy in Lanruo Temple to fend for himself.

Mu Yunqing didn't speak. She just smiled at Yizhen, which seemed to mean: "Look, I didn't leak your secret."

Yi Zhen swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, took another sip of gruel to smooth his throat, and then said calmly: "Amitabha, the young monk needs to go back to Bodhi Temple for further training. To be on the safe side, the eldest lady should find someone of comparable strength. It’s better if a master is in charge.”

Qingmei became even more angry when she heard Yi Zhen's words: "Miss, did you hear that? When this smelly monk heard that a seventh-level master was coming to trouble us, he was so frightened that he wanted to go back to the temple to continue being a monk."

"It's a shame that you still like him so much. He has a handsome face for nothing. This guy is just a useless person."

Yi Zhen was very angry at Qingmei's rants. He said angrily: "Amitabha, is this young monk a slut? Your young lady knows this very well, so there is no need to explain it to a yellow-haired girl like you who doesn't understand anything."

Mu Yunqing blushed at his argument.

But Qingmei still kept pestering like a child: "Who do you think doesn't understand? Let's go practice now if you dare."

"Amitabha, the young monk is not interested in you."

"But I'm interested in you, let's go find a place where no one is around now..."

"Okay, stop talking." Mu Yunqing couldn't help but stop him as his conversation became more and more outrageous.

"Miss, you are still facing him..." Qingmei was so angry that she almost shed tears.

Mu Yunqing wanted to explain but promised Yi Zhen not to reveal his secret, so he could only sigh secretly.

She turned to look at Zhou Jin and ordered: "Grandma Zhou, please ask the master for help first. Remuneration is not a problem."

Grandma Zhou nodded and quickly walked out of the dining hall.

After she left, Mu Yunqing asked Xiang Yizhen in a low voice: "When will you come back to Bodhi Temple?"

Mu Yunqing kept his posture very low, and his tone sounded like he was praying. This made Yi Zhen uncomfortable, and he actually felt a deep sense of reluctance.

"Don't worry, I just went back to Bodhi Temple to find some things. By the way, I'll see if I can ask the master to come down to help me. If everything goes well, I can come back the same day."

Mu Yun nodded with clear eyes, "Then go back quickly and I will arrange a carriage to take you back."

After Yizhen left, Qingmei could no longer hold back the gossip in her heart, and asked curiously: "Miss, are you really attracted to this pretty monk who you don't like, are you?"