Chapter 432: Clouds and Winds

Manjushaka, Mahamanjushaka, Tianyu Manjushaka, Mahamanjushaka, these are the four flowers of heaven in Buddhism, which means four kinds of flowers.

Zhu Yanji held the scarlet Manjushaka in her hand, without saying a word or moving.

After a long time, Zhu Yanji's delicate body trembled and she turned around.

"Amitabha! Today I am fortunate to see the falling of the flowers, which is a great auspicious sign. Did this female donor get any inspiration from the flowers?" The little monk who had not spoken for a long time finally broke the silence at this time. Zhu Yanji was stunned, and then she thought about it carefully, and her beautiful face showed a look of surprise. Obviously, as the little monk said, she got a lot of benefits from the Manjushaka. Zhu Yanji bowed to the little monk and said, "Thank you, little saint, for giving me a great opportunity!"

"It's not my gift, it's the Buddha's gift!"

This scene made countless people at the scene crazy and secretly annoyed.

Damn it!

If I had known that the smallpox would fall in that place, I should have taken the first step to seize the treasure land. Now a ghost cultivator has gained such a huge benefit. The Buddha is really blind!

They didn't think: If Zhu Yanji changed her seat, how could the smallpox fall here?

But no matter how angry they were, Zhu Yanji was a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator after all, and there were really few people who dared to have bad intentions towards her-of course, those quasi-Nascent Soul cultivators of the same level were exceptions!

Even the Divine Monk Mieyuan looked at Zhu Yanji with a sinister look.

With a turn of his eyes, the Divine Monk Mieyuan locked his eyes on Xiao Mian.

At this time, Xiao Mian's true essence was almost exhausted, and because he was directly attacked by the Divine Monk Mieyuan's consciousness, his spirit was sluggish and he was quite depressed.

"Did you just use my Buddhist magical power, the Golden Bell Cover? The Buddhist magical power of Xishuzhou has never been passed on to outsiders. Where did you learn it secretly? Tell the truth!" The Divine Monk Mieyuan did not intend to let Xiao Mian and others go, so the Golden Bell Cover used by Xiao Mian was the best excuse. Xiao Mian laughed in anger when he heard that, but before he could speak, Zhu Yanji had already stopped him, pointing at Mieyuan's nose and cursing: "You old bald donkey are really shameless! If you have the guts, fight me! It's okay to bully the younger generation with your spiritual consciousness, but do you think the Buddhist magical powers belong to your Wanning Temple?"

"Amitabha! Although the Buddhist magical powers are not from my Wanning Temple, the Buddhist world is one family, and no Buddhist temple will pass on the magical skills to outsiders!"

"Humph! Treasure your own broom! Do you really think that your Buddhist magical skills are some great secret treasures? Come! Come! Come! If you have the guts, fight me! After three hundred rounds of fighting, I will let you see that my ghostly magical power is not afraid of your Buddhist magical power! "

"Since this female donor has been recognized by the smallpox, she is considered half a Buddhist, so why bother me? I just want to ask this little donor who and where he learned the Golden Bell Cover from. If you can explain it clearly, it's fine. If not, I'm afraid - he won't be able to leave my Wanning Temple today!"

"You!"

Zhu Yanji was so angry that her jade face turned cold. When she turned around, she saw that Xiao Mian seemed to be fine. She was so angry that she glanced and pointed at the little monk.

Zhu Yanji was stunned, and then smiled knowingly.

Sure enough, the next moment, the little monk spoke with a bitter smile.

"Amitabha! Although the golden bell cover of this little donor was not taught by me, I can guarantee that its origin is absolutely correct. If the monk Mieyuan has any doubts, he can ask me for an explanation!" When the little monk said this, the others were fine, but the expression on the monk Mieyuan's face was very interesting. He looked at Xiao Mian and then at the little monk, and finally left the scene with a dark face without saying a word. Looking at the back of the monk Mieyuan, the little monk sighed softly: "What a pity..."

But no one heard it, and even if they heard it, who could understand the meaning?

After that, the little monk continued to preach, but Xiao Mian and others found an opportunity to leave Wanning Temple - after all, this place was the home ground of the bald monk Mieyuan, and it was not a place to stay for a long time.

In the next few days, everyone stayed at home to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Of course, more importantly, after the incident at Wanning Temple, Gui Hai unexpectedly advanced and was busy consolidating his cultivation; although Zhu Yanji did not advance, she also benefited a lot and was trying to digest the enlightenment she gained that day; Xiao Mian was busy repairing the divine thoughts that were damaged by the shattering of the Golden Bell Cover. Fortunately, with the immortal stone, the damaged divine thoughts were easily restored; as for Tuoba Lan, he kept thinking about the three palms agreement. For Tuoba Lan, who looked humble and was proud in his heart, the last move of the Great Compassion Thousand Leaf Hand of the Mieyuan Divine Monk left a deep impression on him, and what was even more profound was Xiao Mian's tenacity.

Compared with Xiao Mian, Tuoba Lan felt a deep sense of frustration.

Both of them were obviously at the initial stage of the Golden Core, but Xiao Mian and Gui Hai were evenly matched in the previous battle, but he, Tuoba Lan, was always slightly inferior to Gui Hai.

In other words, Tuoba Lan was not as good as Xiao Mian!

Tuoba Lan could be inferior to Gui Hai, after all, he was a mid-level Jindan cultivator, but it was hard for Tuoba Lan to accept that he was inferior to Xiao Mian of the same level.

Get stronger!

I want to get stronger!

Get stronger!

Get the strongest!

A belief grew strong in Tuoba Lan's heart, and this was exactly what Tuoba Lan lacked the most before, that is - the heart of Tao!

As for Tuoba Ling, he had nothing to do all day long. Seeing Xiao Mian and others either in seclusion or in pure cultivation, Tuoba Ling felt a deep loneliness.

The scene that happened in Wanning Temple a few days ago shocked Tuoba Ling.

Xiao Mian, Gui Hai and his cousin Tuoba Lan, who made him incomprehensible, dared to challenge the quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator, the Mieyuan Divine Monk!

More importantly, they almost succeeded - if it weren't for the despicable, shameless, obscene and lewd Mieyuan Divine Monk who used his divine sense to sneak attack Xiao Mian...

Xiao Mian!

Thinking of Xiao Mian, Tuoba Ling's heart trembled.

But then, her mood became low.

Just now, Tuoba Lan came to tell her that he hoped she could stop following the little monk on the journey eastward, and the reason was very good - her cultivation was too low!

For the road back to the east, where high-level Jindan cultivators often come, the existence of a foundation-building cultivator not only can't help at all, but is a burden!

In fact, as early as the Liusha River, when he encountered the magic seal, Tuoba Ling realized this, but Tuoba Ling was reluctant to leave at the beginning, and there was another reason to support her: that was the identity of the protector that Tuoba Shan imposed on her when she left Wolf Howl Valley.

But now, Tuoba Lan said that he would replace Tuoba Ling as the protector of the little monk.

Tuoba Ling knew that Tuoba Lan was just worried about his own safety.

Tuoba Ling also knew that Tuoba Lan's worries were not unnecessary. When encountering the magic seal, Tuoba Ling did not think of committing suicide to reduce Xiao Mian's burden.

Tuoba Ling also knew that even if she continued to travel east, even if she went to the Shichahai, Xiao Mian would not have any feelings for her, because Xiao Mian had someone in his heart.

This was a keen perception of a young girl in love. Whenever Xiao Mian took a break, she could always see Xiao Mian take out a jade pendant and explore it carefully. Tuoba Ling secretly looked at the jade pendant. There was a woman carved on it. Although it was not beautiful, it had a unique charm.

The look in Xiao Mian's eyes when he looked at the jade pendant made Tuoba Ling know that there would be no chance in this life.

Therefore, after Tuoba Lan proposed that Tuoba Ling stop traveling east, Tuoba Ling agreed almost without thinking. Tuoba Ling's determination made Tuoba Lan, who had already seen that Tuoba Ling was attached to Xiao Mian, feel a little uncomfortable.

However, Tuoba Ling's willingness to go back was undoubtedly a good thing for her, Xiao Mian and his party, and even the entire Tuoba clan.

Besides, after the little monk had been preaching for ten days, he announced in public that he would leave Liuyun City that day, cross Liuyun Desert all the way east, and continue eastward to Shichahai.

This day was the day when the little monk left Liuyun City.

To be precise, the little monk had never entered Liuyun City at all. As soon as he arrived at the territory of Liuyun City, he was led to Wanning Temple in Qianjing Mountain by the abbot of Wanning Temple, Mie Du.

Now when he left, he was at the foot of Qianjing Mountain.

After saying goodbye to the monks of Wanning Temple and whispering to Mie Du, the little monk embarked on a new journey without hesitation. There were still a lot of people following the little monk, and therefore, Xiao Mian and others seemed insignificant.

Seeing the crowd going away, the abbot of Wanning Temple, Mie Du, seemed to be thinking about something.

At the same time, the highest cloud in Liuyun City was the "Viewing Cloud" in Liuyun City. With the help of the magic weapon, it was enough to see a hundred miles away.

Tuoba Ling stood on the viewing cloud, but did not look at the crowd shown in the magic weapon and Xiao Mian and others in the crowd. Facing Yun Lan, Tuoba Ling secretly shed tears.

In her hand, she tightly held a pearl that Xiao Mian had inadvertently given her...