Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 199 The Monk
As the auction approached, the black market was as lively as once in thousands of years. The black market auction, which was originally mysterious, turned out to be a bit of the excitement of the Lantern Festival.

People coming and going on the street are all dressed in black and wearing black veiled hats. They communicate with each other and use their spiritual sense.

Lively, quiet, and eerie.

An Qingli and An Qingjin went to the black market to hunt for treasures, and An Qingjin was accompanied by the elder Jindan from the clan.

A string of Buddhist beads was placed on a stand.

The stall owners are two Buddhist monks, one big and one small, and they still wear old monk shoes on their feet.

Xiao Jintan said: "Qingli, I like that string of Buddhist beads, buy them!"

An Qingli stopped, squatted down, and looked at the string of gray-brown Buddhist beads. There were [-] beads on the string, and each bead was engraved with simple Sanskrit characters.

The workmanship is exquisite.

An Qingli said via voice transmission: "Abbot, how do you sell this string of Buddhist beads?"

One of the young monks said: "The beads are not for sale, only for good things with predestined people."

"What good thing do you want?" An Qingjin also knelt down and asked.The world of self-cultivation is roughly divided into five areas, east, west, north, south, and middle. There are many seas in the east and mountains in the south.

If these two Buddhist cultivators were not playing tricks, they probably came from the Western cultivation world.

There is Putuo Mountain in the western world of comprehension, where the Buddhas are very powerful, and there are eminent monks who have not left the mountain for hundreds of years, sitting and meditating, and suddenly enlightened, and immediately became a golden arhat.

The little monk said again: "For a bodhi seed."

"Not this one." An Qingli regretted that she only had Jin Tanzi.

"Can I exchange it with other things?" An Qingjin asked again, he had a lot of spirit stones with him, if Qingli really liked this string of beads, he could buy them with money.

The little monk clasped his hands together and said persistently, "Only exchange for one bodhi seed."

An Qingjin sent a voice transmission to the people around him, saying: "Qingli, it is rumored that the Bodhi tree in Mount Putuo is withered, it seems that this statement is true."

When Xiao Jintan heard it, he was not happy. They were all gods before the Buddha. Now that they met, how could they refuse to save them. "Qingli, help them."

An Qingli transmitted voice again: "This little Buddha, is he from Mount Putuo?"

The little monk nodded: "Exactly."

Xiao Jintan hurriedly said: "Qingli, he is calm and not lying."

An Qingli said again: "May I take the liberty to ask, is it because the original Bodhi tree is about to wither?"

The monks did not tell lies, but the young monk nodded truthfully.

The Bodhi tree on Foshan is the last Bodhi tree in Bianlan Realm. It has lived for nearly ten thousand years, but it was struck by lightning again, its leaves fell and the tree withered, almost dying.

"To tell you the truth." An Qingli said again, "I'm good at healing trees. If the two Buddha disciples don't find Bodhi seeds in the black market, I might be able to help you a little when the black market auction is over."

Her "The Art of Rejuvenation of All Things" has become more and more advanced, and even her master Mu Sheng is not sure about this apprentice's true level of raising grass.

The old monk who closed his eyes and meditated suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his fingers, and set up a golden enchantment full of swastika patterns, and then took off the black veil on his head, revealing his bald head with nine rings on it. scar.

There are six types of ring scars on the head of Mount Putuo Buddhist practitioners, namely one, two, three, six, nine, and twelve.

The more ring scars, the higher the Taoism.

The nine ring scars on the old monk's head are already very important Buddhist cultivators on Mount Putuo, probably equivalent to the monks who transform into gods in the Taoist sect.

The old monk treated each other with sincerity, and An Qingli also took off the veil on his head.

On the side, An Qingjin stared at An Qingli's beautiful side face, his eyes flickered, and he thought about the painting again, secretly thinking that what was done in the painting was not exaggerated, and Bian Lanjie really had a young woman who was as graceful as a fairy exist.

"The Jue of Rejuvenation of All Things" is indeed a powerful technique, which can nourish a woman's appearance to the end.

The old monk looked at An Qingli, who had pure aura, and smiled kindly: "Dare to ask where you come from?"

An Qingli looked at the old monk who was as thin as a dead tree, and said calmly: "An family in Luofeng City."

The old monk was startled: "Master Mu Sheng's first disciple?"

An Qingli didn't deny it: "Exactly."

The old monk clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name. Before going down the mountain, Master Yinguang asked them to come to the black market in the Central Plains to find someone who was destined, but they didn't expect someone who was destined to be here. It was worth waiting for two months in this square inch.

The little monk looked at his master with joy on his face.

The old monk nodded to the young monk.

The little monk handed out a storage bag with both hands, which contained a jade slip of communication and a bunch of grass rings woven from bodhi leaves, and said happily, "Western Putuo Mountain Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, waiting."

An Qingli took the storage bag, nodded with the two, and put on the veil again.

The Wanzi barrier was removed, An Qingli and An Qingjin walked as usual, and left at a leisurely pace. Elder Jindan walked leisurely, protecting them behind them.

The old monk put away the string of Buddha beads. The eighteen beads on the beads are all the relics obtained by the eminent monks in the temple after they passed away. They were also consecrated by Patriarch Jingmo.

"Abbot wait a minute." Another person stepped over and stood upright in front of the booth.

The little monk clasped his hands together and said apologetically, "The stall has been closed today, so I ask the benefactor to go and watch it elsewhere."

The visitor didn't intend to leave, so he said via voice transmission: "Little monk, how do you sell that string of Buddhist beads just now?"

The little monk shook his head: "Not for sale."

Another person came and said arrogantly: "Since we have come to set up a stall in the black market, how can we not sell the goods? How much is it, just ask for a price! Whatever the price, I can afford it!"

The young monk looked at the old monk.

The old monk said: "One Ninth-Rank Resurrection Pill, one Ninth-Rank Soul Replenishment Pill, one Ninth-Rank Soul Cultivation Pill, and one Ninth-Rank Longevity Pill."

The man's expression under the hood froze, he gasped, and said with a sneer, "The old bald donkey has such a big tone."

The old monk clasped his hands together, pronounced a Buddha's name, and then said: "It's not as good as the tone of my little friend."

The old monk took the young monk's hand and started to walk away.

The man stopped the two monks earlier and said via voice transmission: "Forgive me, the two Buddhist disciples. I don't know what the two Buddhist disciples are looking for in this black market. I have lived here for a long time, and it may be possible for the two of you to find what you are looking for."

The little monk said: "Bodhi son."

The man was taken aback.

The old monk took the young monk by the hand and disappeared in a flash.

"Two bald donkeys, they're going too fast." Afterwards, the man complained, and moved closer to the woman who came first.

The woman who came first didn't want to see her, so she walked away quickly, and then the man put on a face again, and quickly chased after her.

The woman who came first couldn't help but draw her sword.

"Junior Sister Lan'er, calm down." Then the man smiled playfully, glanced around, and said with a smile, "There are patrol teams from the Huayan Sect nearby, and there may be elder disciples from the Tianyun Sect, so don't expose yourself on the spur of the moment. His identity made Huayanzong and Tianyunzong look bad."

(End of this chapter)