Everyone dislikes the beautiful little apprentice sister crying, and the heaven is panicked

Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han immediately went on alert!

They raised their swords and were about to stab the monk, but at the moment Ming Yin made his move!

The surrounding scene changed again.

It became as peaceful and quiet as before.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yaohua and her Mingyin retracted the sword in time, otherwise... if he really attacked this remnant soul, he would really have to attack himself.

Zhuang Yaohua took a deep breath and felt that her mind was not very clear, as if there was something wrong with the incense burning in the temple.

That's why I was so impulsive just now.

But I had already covered my nose...how could it have such a big impact...what the hell is this place?

There must be something wrong with them coming here.

But Mingyin kept chirping as if he had seen his own relative.

She could feel that there was a hint of Buddhist swordsmanship in the Posa Secret Realm, and the Buddhist swordsmanship was here.

Mingyin wanted to obtain the Buddhist sword intent, and it resonated with this Buddhist sword intent.

If it could be obtained, its strength would certainly be greatly enhanced, and it might even be able to transform into a sword spirit.

Moreover, before that, what Mingyin took away from the leader of Hengwu Sect was a touch of Buddhist sword intent.

The monk's eyes also fell on Ming Yin.

His sword was now shaking and wailing, as if it had seen its closest relative.

The monk was delighted: "Your sword is really interesting. I actually saw an old friend in it."

He glanced at Ming Yin, and that glance seemed as if thousands of mountains and rivers were close, yet so close yet so far away.

"In that case, you two are honored guests of my Posuo Temple."

The monk smiled and put the Buddha's blood and tears aside, without forcing them to drink it.

He paused and said deliberately: "Drink the water yourself, you can drink as much as you want, or you can get some."

"I'll go prepare a guest room for you. You can rest in the Buddhist temple tonight."

"It will rain heavily tonight and you won't be able to leave."

"There are only two guest rooms, so I'll leave them to you first."

Zhuang Yaohua was stunned. Does this mean that more guests will come?

The monk turned and left.

Neither he nor his junior fellow apprentice liked the evening's guests.

After the monk left, Zhuang Yaohua glanced at Ming Yin, and immediately put away the two bowls of Buddha's blood and tears in her storage bag.

Qi Han was shocked when he saw his actions.

"Junior sister, why did you collect this thing? It looks very unlucky."

Zhuang Yaohua's face remained calm. "I want to take it back to the headmaster and the eldest brother to see what this thing can do."

"I feel that this Buddha's blood and tears... must be something extraordinary."

"If it can be made into poison or some kind of hidden weapon, the imagination must be extraordinary! It is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get this thing in the Posuo Secret Realm."

“It can also sell for a lot of money!”

Qi Han: “?”

"But that monk doesn't look very welcoming. Is it really okay for us to take his water?"

"He was the one who told us to drink as much water as we wanted. It's normal for us to take some water."

When Xiaohong, Xiaobai and Xiaoqing heard this, they looked excitedly at the Buddha statue that was shedding tears, and quickly took the bowls to receive the tears.

They took out many more bowls, about thirty bowls in total, and Zhuang Yaohua put them all into the storage bag.

Zhuang Yaohua is open-minded. She has died once, so she can do whatever she wants...

Although the great master of the Mahayana stage in this secret realm was only a remnant soul, when facing the two low-level cultivators, he could crush them to death as easily as ants.

So since the monk said that, it must mean that he has no intention to kill them yet.

Moreover, Zhuang Yaohua just observed him deliberately. He originally wanted to force-feed them the Buddha's blood and tears, but when he saw Ming Yin, he stopped them.

They were old friends and distinguished guests, so we even reserved guest rooms for them.

He was hinting at himself to receive more blood and tears.

There must be something weird about this thing.

After a while, the monk came in after tidying up the guest room. He smiled at Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han and said, "The guest room is ready. Please follow me, my two distinguished guests."

The guest room is right next to the main hall. After entering the room, it is clean and tidy, with new bedding and the scent of soapberry.

There are tables, chairs, stools, a wardrobe to store clothes, and even a plate of mung bean cakes on the table.

The monk smiled at Zhuang Yaohua and said, "You can live in this room, female Bodhisattva."

"Okay, thank you very much, Master. May I know your name?"

The monk smiled and said, "I am not a master. You can just call me Master Wujian."

"You have a high level of cultivation, so you should be respectfully addressed as Master."

Monk Wujian shook his head: "No, monks don't care about empty reputation."

As he said that, he took Qi Han to a guest room next door.

As soon as he entered, Qi Han's face turned bitter. There was nothing in this guest room except a broken bed, and that bed was a straw bed without even any bedding.

He glanced at the monk, who still said to him gently: "How is it? Are you satisfied with this room?"

Of course I'm not satisfied.

Qi Han said: "I am very satisfied, thank you Master."

"Ok."

He turned and left.

After a while, Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han heard a knock on the door outside the yard. It was a very familiar voice.

"Is there anyone inside?"

Master Wu Jian said "Amitabha" with a smile, then went to greet the guests while twirling his Buddhist beads. Then a pure and beautiful fairy in white came in.

"Senior Sister Miaoyin?"

They were all stunned.

Miaoyin didn't expect to meet them here again.

Miaoyin looked strange for a moment, then smiled at them and said, "What a coincidence you two met."

The monk led her into the hall with a smile. It was not known whether it was Zhuang Yaohua's illusion, but he was not very enthusiastic towards Miaoyin.

"The donor has come a long way, so he must be thirsty."

"I have some water here to quench your thirst..."

"..."

Not long after the monk and Fairy Miaoyin went in, he came out with Miaoyin.

The monk looked grim.

Where are his Buddha's blood and tears?

How come that's all that's left?

And the speed at which Buddha’s tears of blood flowed…why did it slow down so much???

How much blood and tears did these two children experience???

He was just hinting at them to put away the two bowls of blood and tears. If he had known, he would not have hinted at that.

The monk turned his head and looked at Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han not far away, and narrowed his eyes.

Then he saw Zhuang Yaohua looking at him with an innocent and sincere face.

The monk was silent for a moment. Amitabha, such a sincere face, he looks like a good person.

Forget it, he can pick up the Blood and Tears at night.

Time seemed to pass very quickly here, and it was soon evening.

There was another knock on the door outside the Buddhist temple. "Is anyone there?"

The monk smiled and led two more people in.

These two people are the ones they are more familiar with... they are Leng Xuanji and Luo Ruanruan from Hengwu Sect.

Leng Xuanji and Luo Runrun didn't expect that Zhuang Yaohua, Qi Han, Miaoyin and others were all here.

She was immediately shocked and said in disbelief: "Why are you all here?!"

They didn't want to pay attention to Luo Ruanruan, so they didn't say anything.

The monk frowned, feeling annoyed.

He glanced at Luo Ruanruan coldly and said to her.

"Donor, you are talking so loudly, you must be thirsty, right?"

"Come on, I'll take you to get some water."