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In the end, Lan Yu still spent another 500,000 fate points to obtain the Demon Subduing Vajra Pestle.
It had to be said that it was indeed a good thing, a real thing. That old monk was indeed a person with profound Buddhist cultivation.
However, Lan Yu felt that this old man was a fake monk.
That money-grubber look did not quite match the senior monk in his impression. It was a little out of place.
However, it was true that they were distributing porridge and taking in disaster victims.
It was true that the temple was poor.
Many monks were wearing patches.
Even the old monk was wearing ordinary clothes.
Outside Cold Mountain Monastery, Lan Yu had just walked out when she saw a young monk wearing patched monk robes running out.
She was holding a stack of money in her hand.
"Patron, Master said that he doesn't have the fortune to enjoy this money, so he asked you to take it back.”
As he spoke, he handed over about 50,000 yuan to Blue Jade. Then, he jogged all the way back, almost falling down.
Lan Yu looked at the money in her hand and was a little confused."Then how did the old monk know that I picked up the money?”
It turned out that the 50,000 yuan that Lan Yu had picked up at the entrance of his funeral parlor had also been thrown into his money bag.
okay
It seemed that his problem was not small.
He got into the car, drove, and left in one go.
As soon as Lan Yu and the others left, the old monk Ku Ah was supported by a little bald head. He limped out and looked at the car that had left.
"Benefactor Lan, it's not that I can't divine it, but I don't dare to. You're too scary. If I continue to divine, I'm afraid I'll have to go see Buddha in advance.”
"Master, is that benefactor that terrifying?”
The small monk said timidly.
"It's not just terrifying. It's simply..."
"Amitabha. I can't say it, I can't say it.”
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In the car.
Mao Xian Er was driving while Lan Yu was holding the Vajra Pestle. No matter how hard he tried to break it, or even use the mother blade of the Qingfu Mother-Child Blade, he couldn't cause any damage to the Vajra Pestle.
Even if it left a white mark on it.
He couldn't do it.
However, there was no other special use for this thing. There was only one word, hard, and another word, cool!
Other than that, there was nothing else.
It had a bronze and light golden exterior, and was carved with strange Sanskrit characters. There were dazzling gems placed on it. One end was pointed and the other end was irregular. The last position was like a crown. It was exquisitely carved and exquisite.
It looked very exaggerated, and some of the details were as thin as a golden thread. Lan Yu even used the small knife of the Qingfu Mother and Child Blades to cut it, but she couldn't cut it no matter what.
He did not know what material it was made of.
He weighed it in his hand again. The weight was about the same, and it was just right.
"Maybe this thing can be used as a weapon, but I don't know if it's good or not.”
As Lan Yu spoke, her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Cat Fairy.
"Don't. Master, take it easy. If you poke me with this thing, I'll probably lose my soul on the spot.”
"It can't be. I don't see anything special about it.”
"That's only because you're a human, unlike me. This thing is inhuman. The damage is not ordinary.”
As Cat Xian Er spoke, she distanced herself from the Vajra Pestle as if she was afraid.
"Is it that powerful? Does that mean it's useless against humans?”
Lan Yu said as she played with the Vajra Vajra.
"You're being unorthodox. This thing is also very powerful. In the hands of a mutant, if an ordinary person were to be hit by it, their soul would be scattered. Of course, I've only heard of it, but there's still a story about this thing in the hands of that old monk.”
Lan Yu's interest was piqued. He loved to hear stories like this.
"Tell me, what story?"
As Cat Xian Er drove, her eyes were lost in her memories.
"That was many years ago. Before the Cold Mountain Temple existed by the Cold Lake, there was a big bastard spirit inside. He stirred up the storm in the lake every day. Many righteous people came and couldn't do anything to him. Although that bastard's magic power wasn't strong, his turtle shell was really hard!”
"He couldn't move even if he was hit. When others hit him, it was like scratching an itch. My turtle shell has my lifetime worth of magic power. You guys can fight as you like. If I make a sound, it'll be my loss.”
"Later, the old monk came out of nowhere and heard that there was a bastard who was causing trouble here. He came up and beat the old bastard up.”
"I took the Demon-subduing Vajra Pestle in your hand. That pestle beat the old bastard until he cried out in the lake. It was useless even if he begged for mercy.”
"I clearly remember that the old monk held the Demon-subduing Vajra Pestle and struck that old bastard for a day and a night. Do you know your mistake?"
" Pestle, ask, ask. In the end, the old bastard had no choice but to lower his head and admit his mistake. He volunteered to manage the Cold Lake and protect the surrounding weather.”
"At that time, some people had evil thoughts and wanted to capture this turtle. You have to know that this top-grade turtle shell is a treasure with many uses. Moreover, this old turtle's turtle shell is so hard.”
" But he has already given in. The old monk saw that he had come with ill intentions, so he didn't waste any time. He grabbed the Demon-subduing Vajra Staff and rushed forward. Whoever wanted to catch the turtle would definitely be beaten by him. Anyone who was hit by him would have their souls loose, their heads swollen, and their horns protruding. They would have to recuperate for at least a few years when they go back.”
"This is the result of that old monk showing mercy. Otherwise, the consequences would be even more serious.”
Hearing Master Ku Ah's glorious deeds, Lan Yu exclaimed in admiration.
But then again...
"Since this Master Ku 'a is so intrepid, why would he give himself a Dharma name like Ku' a?”
"When I was in the temple for a period of time, I asked the old monk. He said that he wanted the evildoers in the world to experience hardship, so he took it.”
Lan Yu was speechless.
It was hard for him to imagine that the old man who wore a patched monk robe under the old vine tree and lived in a single room with his front teeth had such a glorious history.
Master Ku 'a's appearance was too confusing.
Lan Yu was still thinking.
Cat Xian Er spoke again," By the way, what is your cultivation level? I know that this old monk is not simple. Even he can't calculate you."”
Lan Yu frowned.
"I don't know what my cultivation level is either.”
He really didn't know. He had learned too many things, including the incense used by the wild immortals.
He also cultivated the cultivation technique of the body variant cultivator.
He also knew the Dao of Refinement.
There were also various spells.
If you said that he was a warlock, he would be right, but not pure.
In this variant human world, Daoists cultivated the Yellow Court, Buddhists cultivated the Vajra, Warlocks cultivated the Disaster, Mountain Spirits and Wild Monsters relied on incense or self-cultivation to cultivate the Golden Body.
As long as one cultivated these, the attributes of the cultivation technique could not escape.
But Lan Yu
He didn't know what realm he was at. If you were to talk about cultivating disasters, he hadn't even touched the threshold.
Let alone Huang Ting, Jin Gang, and the like.
It was completely unrelated.
Cat Xian Er saw the confusion in Lan Yu's eyes and didn't ask anymore. As a slave, he couldn't ask too much about his master's matters.
"What about you? What's your cultivation level now?”
"Hehe, to be honest with you, Old Cat, my cultivation was originally at a level where I couldn't even touch the threshold of cultivating the golden body. However, after following you for a period of time and using that pure incense, I feel that I can definitely cultivate the golden body. It's only a matter of time.”
Lan Yu nodded and looked at him." Then what if you use yourself as a reference to compare me? How much stronger do you think I am than you?"”
Cat Xian Er held the steering wheel and looked back at Lan Yu.
"Master, aren't you flattering Old Cat? Right now, I think that you're looking at the sky from the bottom of a well, fishing for the moon in the water.”
That was true.
He didn't know if Cat Fairy was exaggerating.
However, Lan Yu felt that if he were to fight Cat Fairy, he would be able to defeat her in one move!
He directly dug out his heart.
Tough.
Now, Lan Yu had more doubts. Originally, there were many things that she had yet to understand, but now there were new questions.
"It seems that being too strong is also a kind of anxiety.”
Lan Yu muttered as she leaned back into the back seat. She reached out and rubbed Hook Kiss's dazed little head. She looked out the window and felt the gentle breeze.
It was very satisfying.
He now realized that this was the real world, and there were supernatural powers in the real world. There were too many variables.
How could there be such an accurate division of realms? It was already good enough that there were Daoists who cultivated the Yellow Court, Buddhists who cultivated the Vajra Realm, and warlocks who transformed into disasters.
The capable Master Ku 'a who was covered in patches was real. The somewhat sulky Lord Zeng was real. The Sixth Brother who never woke up with a dead face was also real.
There were many more.
The old couple buying vegetables next to them was real, and the storyteller on the street who liked to order a bowl of inferior yellow wine and a bowl of fennel beans was real.
In this empty society, everyone was real.
There was no earth-shattering battle.
This place was different from the Jianghu in the books. Everyone was a true reflection of life. Wherever there were people, there would be Jianghu.
People were the martial world.
Cultivation wasn't about Dao, it was about the ways of the world.
Taoism did not cultivate in a prosperous era, and Buddhism did not accumulate wealth in troubled times. There were Taoists who rode cranes down the mountain with wooden swords to save people, and there were Buddhas who killed people when they saw injustice.
After thinking about many things, Lan Yu's face revealed a smile that she had never shown before. That was the feeling that one should have at this age.
The spring breeze brushed past the young man's face, and the bright moon, the breeze, and the long grass flew on his shoulders, carrying all the beautiful things.
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