The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

Although Zhan Ming knew that there was no danger in this place, he didn't dare to ignore it, so he let Ah Zhen go in to explore the way first.

Ah Zhen flapped his wings and flew in. A quarter of an hour later, Ah Zhen flew out again intact. He flew around Zhan Ming, looking very lively.

Seeing him like this, Zhan Ming couldn't help but smile, and followed Ah Zhen into the oasis.

In the oasis, as it is written in the book, the grass is lush and green. In the center of the oasis, there is a rough-looking thatched hut, covered with green bamboo and covered with thatch. In such a barren sandbar, But it didn't feel abrupt at all.

"It's a good place to go." Zhan Ming couldn't help but said.

He was in a predicament at this time, very embarrassed, and he was lucky to have this tile to cover his head.

Zhan Ming stood still outside the thatched hut, and bowed to the thatched hut. This can be regarded as the predecessors planting trees and the descendants to enjoy the shade. Although he is poor at this time, he should also enter his own heart.

It's just that Zhan Ming's salute seemed to have touched some mechanism, and the whole hut began to vibrate violently.

Zhan Ming was shocked and couldn't help taking a step back.

How is this going?

Zhan Ming hadn't figured out the cause and effect in his mind, but he saw that thatched hut rose into the air, shrunk to a size of more than a foot, and leaped into the air. The originally dull green bamboo became transparent, emerald-like color , exuding a faint soft light, and the thatch, at this time, also turned into a blue colored glaze, shining with a glint of light.

Zhan Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes, this hut turned out to be a magic weapon.

"You little boy knows how to be polite!"

Just when Zhan Ming was thinking wildly, an old man with white eyebrows and white beard suddenly appeared in mid-air. He was small, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and looked very pleasing.

Zhan Ming saw that he didn't seem to have any hostility, but felt relieved. In his current state, if he really met someone with malicious intentions, there was really nothing he could do.

"I've seen the senior." Zhan Ming saluted again, this person didn't look like a real person, he seemed to be a spirit, Zhan Ming thought to himself.

Although the man was small, he stroked his beard solemnly, with a very solemn expression.

"Little old man has been in this Lingbao for 10,000+ years, and you, the little monk, were the first to salute me. Let me ask you, what's the situation outside now?" But his eyebrows and eyes couldn't make a serious look at all, instead they looked a little weird, and Zhan Ming couldn't help laughing for a while.

Seeing Zhan Ming's strange expression, the old man couldn't help but frowned, and said, "How do you describe it? Is there anything ridiculous about it?"

Zhan Ming didn't expect him to be able to see what he was thinking clearly, and was a little surprised: "Senior, do you have a mind-reading book?"

"What kind of mind-reading book?" The man seemed a little disdainful: "If people's hearts in this world are so easy to read, how can there be so many things, but there is a bit of skill in observing energy, which is not worth mentioning. "

Although he said it was not worth mentioning, but his face was full of complacency. Zhan Ming didn't mean to make fun of him at this time, but was really surprised. The technique is by no means simple.

"I don't know what your instructions are for seniors to show their true form in front of juniors?" This small room turned out to be a spiritual treasure. In today's Lihuozhou, the spiritual treasure is a treasure that can only be obtained by a body-fitting monk above refining the void. If Bao was born, I'm afraid that the whole Lihuozhou will be disturbed. Obviously, this thing should know his situation, but now it shows its true shape in front of him, which is really weird.

"Huh!" The old man raised his chin proudly: "Little old man sees that you are considered polite, your mind is upright, and you are a Buddha, so you have seen it too much, so I want to tell you a few words." It's just a sentence."

Zhan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly. This spirit treasure has been in this treasure for at least 10,000+ years. Once the ancient sects were wiped out, this spirit treasure also became an ownerless thing. As the spiritual consciousness produced by the spirit treasure, it is natural to find another Master Ming, otherwise no one will cultivate and nourish, and sooner or later the soul will disappear. Now it seems that this weapon spirit wanted to choose him as the master. Zhan Ming couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his heart when he thought of this.

However, I also have some doubts. In the original book, when the male protagonist came in, there was no such thing as the recognition of the spiritual creature. Logically speaking, the male protagonist is only better than his aptitude, not worse. It's extreme, but it can be regarded as clear grievances and grievances. It's really weird that this weapon spirit didn't recognize its master.

However, Zhan Ming's doubts turned into doubts, but his face didn't show it, he just smiled and said: "It's the luck of the juniors to get the favor of the seniors."

Seeing Zhan Ming's advances and retreats, the old man was more and more satisfied. The master passed away for so many years, and he also met countless monks in this secret realm. At the beginning, he vowed to find someone who was as amazing and talented as the master, so There are so many people coming in, but none of him is satisfied, but 10,000+ years have passed, and his spiritual consciousness has become unstable, so he can only lower the requirements, even the second-class people, but there are still very few. Until I saw this little monk...

The little old man couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth. Although his aptitude was still not as good as his master's, he was upright in his mind, and he was also a disciple of the Buddha. He was considered the best material among the monks he had seen in the past few years.

"Let me ask you, which sect are you from?" The little old man made up his mind to recognize the master, and began to ask about his background. If he is a member of the old master's opposite sect, it is absolutely impossible .

Zhan Ming was taken aback by his question, then quickly reacted, and said with a smile: "Junior Zhaohui Temple Zhan Ming."

"Chaohui Temple Zhan generation?" The old man frowned, as if he had never heard of this sect, he thought for a long time, and finally said: "Then who is you, a little monk?"

Zhan Ming almost couldn't help laughing, he suddenly remembered the kind and gentle face of his master, but he couldn't connect it with the word "little monk".

"Patriarch Ruyi is the master of the younger generation." Zhan Ming wanted to laugh in his heart, but his face was still respectful.

The second child couldn't help being stunned: "Xiao Ruyi has become someone else's ancestor? What is his cultivation level now?"

At this time, Zhan Ming really believes that he is the spirit of Qi from 10,000+ years ago. If he is now, who would dare to call the Ruyi ancestor of Zhaohui Temple a small Ruyi.

"The patriarch has already entered the Mahayana, and now, together with several old ancestors, he is participating in the mustard seeds of Zhaohui Temple."

Sumeru mustard seeds, the fairy artifacts of Zhaohui Temple, contain the appearance of all living beings and contain all the great wisdom in the world. It is the dream of all Buddhist practitioners.

"Sumi mustard seeds..." The little old man seemed to be caught in some memory, his originally round eyes suddenly narrowed, with a solemn expression.

"Did mustard seeds end up in Zhaohui Temple's hands?" He smiled wryly: "It's really karma!"

Zhan Ming was a little confused by what he said, and looked at him with some doubts.

Seeing Zhan Ming's expression, the old man waved his hand.

"It's all about the past, you don't need to ask too much, the meeting between you and me today is fate and fate, I ask you, are you willing to make a master contract with me, and cultivate the Dao with me?"

Zhan Ming's expression couldn't help being shocked. The theory of contract in this world is divided into blood contract, master-slave contract, master-slave contract, and flat contract. Blood contract and master-slave contract, needless to say, the master-slave contract is the It is a contract between the master and the object. The master belongs to the master and is used by the master.

Zhan Ming thought that with the spirit of this thing, he would sign a contract with him, but he didn't expect that he would sign a contract with him as the main thing, which was beyond his imagination.

"Senior, you..." Zhan Ming hesitated to speak.

The old man just smiled: "Why? You don't want to?"

Zhan Ming was stunned for a moment, and finally said: "Your junior, how dare you, thank you for your favor."

The little old man couldn't help laughing loudly: "The little old man is originally a weapon spirit, and the meaning of existence is to be used by others. The little old man is impatient to talk about other things with you. I only hope that you can live up to my love for you." It is my good fortune to attain the Tao as soon as possible, as for the others, they are just small things.”

Zhan Ming was overwhelmed by his words. He used to have deep resistance and faint worries about this world. He always felt that he didn't belong here, but he couldn't leave here, so it was inevitable that he would hide his head and show his tail. But now, he suddenly discovered that these worries of his are really meaningless. Since he came to this world, he can't still harbor illusions. Accepting reality is always the most important cornerstone for a person to make progress. If you don't realize this at all, how can you talk about changing your own destiny?

The depression in Zhan Ming's heart was suddenly swept away, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

Seeing his sudden high-spirited expression, Qi Ling knew that what he said had an effect, and felt a little more satisfied in his heart, he was indeed a man with a broad mind, and he was not mistaken.

When he first saw Zhanming, although he could see that he was upright, he also found that he seemed to have a wandering intention, and his upward heart was not firm, but now it seems that he has really strengthened his belief.

"The junior will never forget what the senior expects from the junior, and he will never let the senior down!" Zhan Ming clasped his fists with his hands and said with a burning expression.

The little old man smiled and nodded with Nianxu, and he swiped his other hand in mid-air, and saw a white silk cloth appeared in mid-air, with cinnabar dots on it, and complicated runes, it was the deed of the owner. deed.

Zhan Ming's expression was startled, and he clenched his fists.

The little old man simply forced out a crystal drop of water from the center of his brow, melted it into the white silk cloth, and said in a warm voice: "This is the little old man's spirit bead. If you violate this agreement, you will be punished." The gods and forms are all destroyed and turned into flying ash!"

Zhan Ming couldn't help being shocked, Qi Ling's Lingzhu is the soul of Qi Ling, and taking this as a contract, it can be seen that this person is sincere.

Without twitching or pinching, he moved his fingertips and forced a drop of blood from between his eyebrows, which also penetrated into the white silk, and said loudly: "This is a drop of blood from my heart. If you violate this contract, you will die forever." Do not exceed birth!"

As soon as Zhan Ming's words fell, the white silk in the air suddenly turned into two red talismans, which flew towards Zhan Ming and the weapon spirit respectively, and disappeared between their respective eyebrows in an instant.

Seeing his behavior like this, the old man couldn't help laughing: "Okay! You really are a straightforward person. From now on, the little old man will obey your orders!"

As he spoke, he threw something at Zhan Ming, who quickly caught it with sharp eyes and hands, but found that it was a white jade token, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled on his face.

The little old man suddenly flew to Zhan Ming's eyes again, and said with a smile: "This token contains the method of using me, and there is also a message from my old master to the visitor, just take a look."