Time and Space Tavern

Chapter 208 "Nine Suns Manual"

Master Fangzheng glanced over the faces of Dongfang Bubai and Sweeping Monk, with deep doubts in his heart.

He could vaguely sense that Dongfang Bubai possessed such miraculous energy that it might have something to do with the "Time and Space Tavern" that the other party called.But what is the so-called "space-time tavern" that the other party is talking about.

Under his gaze, the sweeping monk with a calm expression finally said, "I want the Red Death Potion."

Dongfang Bubai stared: "No way!"

"Then go find Linghu Chong." The sweeping monk looked at Master Fang Zheng indifferently.

It's not that he doesn't care about everything. In fact, he knows most of the things that happen in the martial arts world. He has naturally heard of Linghu Chong, a rising star.

Dongfang Bubai's face was shaking, red and white were mixed, and his heart was terribly angry.

Only then did she realize that this is no high-spirited eminent monk, he is clearly a robber who bullies the weak and blackmails weak women!
She wanted to cry aggrieved.

Although Master Fangzheng didn't know what the "Red Death Potion" was, he had a first-class ability to observe words and expressions.

Facing the sweeping monk's meaningful eyes, he smiled and said, "I will pass a message to Young Hero Linghu Fei Ge..."

"Stop." Dongfang Bubai finally gave in. She looked at the sweeping monk and said with a look of reluctance, "There is only one last piece left. This kind of thing is an extremely valuable treasure."

The sweeping monk was noncommittal.

Dongfang Bubai said angrily: "With it, even ordinary people can transform into the Red Death and have that kind of power."

Master Fang Zheng vaguely understood, and asked, "So powerful?"

"It can only last for half an hour." Dongfang Bubai sneered, "Greedy and shameless monk!"

The complexions of the eminent monks remained unchanged, it was obvious that they cultivated their hearts and minds very well.

The sweeping monk turned and walked away. Master Fangzheng said to Master Kongwen who was beside him, "Untie Dongfang... Miss Dongfang."

Dongfang Bubai suddenly looked happy, secretly thinking that this great monk was quite sensible.

Dongfang Bubai suddenly became a distinguished guest in the Shaolin Temple, which made some uninformed monks look indignant.In their eyes, this guy is an out-and-out monster.

Where there are people, there is a dark side, and there must be an exchange of interests. It is inevitable that ordinary people will be fooled.

The existence of the floor-sweeping monk made Dongfang Bubai feel scruples, so even if she was drooling over Shaolin martial arts, she dared not make any wrong thoughts.

On the second day, Dongfang Bubai, whose strength had recovered by seven or eight, went out to Shaolin Temple. When he came back half a day later, he found the sweeping monk and handed him a potion of the Red Death God.

The sweeping monk glanced at her lightly, but did not speak.

The more silent he is, the more stressful he feels.

"Master, can we leave?" Dongfang Bubai asked.

She was really angry and afraid of this old monk, and even the whole Shaolin Temple was cast a shadow in her heart, so she couldn't wait to leave here.

"Wait a moment." The sweeping monk moved his gaze to the Sutra Collection Pavilion at the rear, with a ray of light shining in his eyes.

The reason why he didn't ask Su Mo too much was that he wanted to observe in secret and understand some things himself.

Dongfang Bubai didn't know why, he just looked at the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

The sweeping monk's gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, and he saw Su Mo who was reading Buddhist scriptures on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

As for Su Mo, his eyes were reddened by nearly two days of sleepless nights, but his expression was extremely serious.

From the innermost bookshelf, he flipped through each book.

After an unknown amount of time, his body froze suddenly, and his calm eyes gradually shone with brilliance.This kind of brilliance spread rapidly, and soon permeated his entire face, turning into a deep joy.Amidst the happy look, there was a bit of uneasiness and worry mixed in.

Qiao Mu, who was reminded by Lolita, had already cast his gaze here, and saw Su Mo's slightly trembling hands.

"It would be best if we could get it from him." Qiao Mu thought to himself.

Under his gaze, Su Mo let out a long breath, and took the Buddhist scripture that read "Langa Abadara Sutra" in his hand.

According to what he knew, the "Nine Suns Sutra" was hidden in the gap between the "Langha Sutra". It was accidentally learned by Master Jueyuan, and was targeted and secretly stolen by Xiaoxiangzi and Yin Kexi. During the pursuit, he hid in the belly of the Cang Yuan, and was eventually obtained by Zhang Wuji by chance.

According to the information obtained by Su Mo, there used to be a monk from Jueyuan in Shaolin Temple, and Zhang Wuji is now in full bloom, and he may have learned the "Nine Suns Manual", which made him feel worried. The "Nine Yin Scriptures" in the "Langa Sutra" have been taken away.

"I hope the gods will bless me!" Su Mo opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

He directly took the "Langa Sutra" in his hand and looked through it carefully, but he didn't find anything in the pages.

He was not discouraged, but checked more seriously.

After looking at it for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up. Between his two fingers, there was a page of paper, and he clearly noticed that this page was a little thicker than the previous one.

This is a very subtle change, and if he hadn't been prepared for it, he might not be able to discover it at all.

Su Mo glanced around subconsciously. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he reached out and gently tore a corner of the page.

"It really is here!"

Seeing the cracks exposed at the torn corners, Su Mo clenched his fists with infinite joy in his heart.

He carefully tore the paper open, completely exposing the cracks in it, revealing a snow-white and thin page.

Looking at the words "Nine Suns Manual", Su Mo almost cried out in surprise.

As for the sweeping monk outside, his eyes flickered, revealing a trace of doubt.

In fact, the "Nine Suns Manual" had been taken away a long time ago, but after seeing Su Mo's behavior, the skeptical monk deliberately wrote a copy according to his own memory, and hid it more secretly.

"This person's origin is unknown, and he even knows such a secret. Could it be...he is really a messenger sent by the gods to the world?"

"No, if he is an envoy of God, why would he care about mere human martial arts?"

"There is also the mysterious 'Time and Space Tavern', maybe we can get the answer from there."

The sweeping monk's eyes gradually calmed down.

Just as Su Mo stuffed the "Nine Suns Manual" into his arms and was about to find other martial arts secrets, he suddenly heard a Buddha's chant coming from the side.

"Amitabha, since the donor has already received something, why doesn't he stop here?"

Su Mo was startled, looked at the ghostly sweeping monk beside him, and hurriedly bowed: "Master, I... I will leave now."

He knew very well that the Sutra Pavilion had no destiny for him so far.

(End of this chapter)