My disciples have hidden identities

Jing Muxi asked lightly.

Bodhi said: "I thought about it carefully, our visit method is to offend all the sects in the whole Beizhou!"

Jing Muxi frowned: "So what?"

Bodhi smiled bitterly and said, "If you cause such a big trouble, something will happen in the future!"

Jing Muxi said casually: "There is trouble, the suzerain resists, what is our business."

Ji Pingsheng: I thank your whole family!

Bodhi looked at Jing Muxi helplessly: "Senior brother, after getting into trouble, the suzerain will be the first to blame us."

He just came to Shang Qingzong, and he has not learned anything other than being planted, so he will be punished, isn't it a bit bad.

"Tsk."

Jing Muxi smacked her lips, showing a hint of disgust on her face: "It's the suzerain's fault, this is a trouble."

He is not afraid of normal punishment, but he is afraid of abnormal punishment.

Last time he made a mistake, Ji Pingsheng almost took his beloved wooden sword to light the fire.

Jing Muxi is afraid of trouble, but there is a boss in the sect who is even more afraid of trouble.

"Hey."

Jing Muxi sighed slightly: "Then let's visit normally."

Hearing Jing Muxi's compromise, Bodhi was overjoyed: "Senior Brother can put down the butcher's knife and turn around, Junior Brother is very pleased."

The corner of Jing Muxi's mouth twitched.

Bodhi asked again: "Brother, what is the next sect?"

Jing Muxi took out the map and looked at it, and replied: "The next one is called Baihuazong, a few hundred miles away."

"Hundred Flower Sect?"

Bodhi's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his face became serious.

The sound of footsteps in the ear disappeared, and Jing Muxi looked back with some doubts: "What's wrong?"

Bodhi raised his head and said solemnly: "Brother, why don't we visit the next sect as normal."

His mind is very good. After hearing the words "Hundred Flower Sect", dozens of images instantly appeared in his mind.

He believed that force was necessary to visit the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

Jing Muxi frowned and looked at Bodhi: "What do you mean?"

"No."

Bodhi shook his head and said hesitantly, "I just want to ask, are the flowers of the Hundred Flowers Sect real flowers?"

"How would I know."

Jing Muxi said in a flat tone: "I will know when I arrive."

"Then what are you waiting for, big brother."

Bodhi stepped over Jing Muxi, and his footwork became faster.

He had a vague feeling that his path to realize the origin of his heart was very likely to take the first step in the Hundred Flowers Sect!

Bodhi, whose mood suddenly rose, confused Jing Muxi, wondering if the monk loves flowers?

"baffling."

Jing Muxi followed.

With Bodhi's full speed ahead, the journey of hundreds of miles arrived in no time.

When entering the range of Baihuazong, a strong fragrance of flowers came to the nostrils, and the fresh and delicate fragrance in the air made Bodhi and Jing Muxi burst into spirits.

And what catches the eye is no longer barren mountains, black soil and dry grass.

It is a sea of ​​beautiful, gorgeous and wonderful flowers.

The sea of ​​flowers is evenly distributed, one color, and the eyes are colorful like a scroll.

In the sea of ​​flowers, butterflies are flying, bees are wandering, and the breeze is blowing the fragrance of flowers into the tip of the nose, making Bodhi almost intoxicated.

Bodhi's gaze was dazzled in this endless sea of ​​flowers.

He turned his head and asked Jing Muxi seriously.

"Brother, if I recite the Supreme Buddhist scriptures here day and night, how long will it take for all these flowers to bloom and transform into spirits?"

"Is 100 years enough? What about 1000 years?"

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

You have a hole in your brain!

Chapter 248 The Flower Picker!

Jing Muxi knew that Bodhi was not joking when he saw Bodhi's expression.

Since it was a question from the younger brother, as a senior brother, he must answer it seriously.

Jing Muxi lowered his head to look at the wooden sword in his hand. This wooden sword is inseparable from him, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to grow together, and now it has opened up a little wisdom.

But even so, there is still a very long distance from the transformation.

Then if it is only by reciting the scriptures, it is necessary to open up the spirits of several seas of flowers and even transform them into shapes?

After pondering for a few seconds, Jing Muxi seriously replied: "I don't think this is possible."

He felt that he, who answered this question seriously, also had a brain hole.

"Think about it too."

Bodhi's eyes showed deep disappointment, looking at the sea of ​​hundreds of thousands of flowers, his face was full of regret.

"The suzerain will not let me sit in this kind of place for a hundred years."

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

The point of the question is not this, okay!

If it was Ji Pingsheng, Bodhi would definitely stop thinking about it quickly.

But now following Bodhi is Jing Muxi, a paranoid elder brother.

Jing Muxi expressed his own thoughts: "Since the younger brother likes flowers, then pick them up and bring them to the Shang Qingzong to raise them. Anyway, the Shangqing Zong has a lot of open space."

"Yup!"

Bodhi's eyes lit up, and he looked at Jing Muxi gratefully: "Brother, this suggestion is awesome!"

He can't sit here for a hundred years, but he can go back to the Qingzong and sit for a hundred years!

Is there anything better than opening the spirits of flowers and cultivating flower essences from childhood?

As a being of heaven and a disciple of Buddhism, Bodhi's understanding has always been super high.

He realized a truth perfectly.

A wife raised by herself is the best.

"Brother, wait a moment."

Bodhi first carefully picked off a blue bell flower in front of her, then reached out and poked the flower core with her fingers.

Can't get in.

"I don't know if this kind of flower is okay."

Bodhi said with a worried expression.

"What are you going to use it for, for decoration or for viewing?"

Jing Muxi crossed his arms in front of his chest, holding the wooden sword, and asked doubtfully.

Bodhi casually replied: "Produce the next generation."

click.

The wooden sword held in Jing Muxi's arms fell to the ground, and a shocked expression appeared on his face as if he was paralyzed. He looked at the little flower in Bodhi's hand with a dull expression, and said blankly: "Reproduction? Can this thing be with you? reproduce?"

Although he is accompanied by a sword, he does not know the beauty of the world.

But the most basic physiological knowledge is still there.

Bodhi glanced at the strange-looking Jing Osmanthus, nodded and said: "Yes, it's better to say that flowers are the best!"

"Wait, I'm a little confused."

Jing Muxi held his forehead with one hand, and Bodhi's words were so powerful that he couldn't accept it for a while.

Is my knowledge not in place, or your thinking is too advanced?

"call."

Jing Muxi let out a long sigh of relief, pointed at Bodhi and the flower in his hand, which were hundreds of times different in size and proportion, and said with a shocked expression: "What is there about this thing... Is there an intersection?"

"intersection?"

Bodhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "There is no way, if you walk a lot, it will become a way."

one more time.

Bodhi shocked the big brother for 1 years.

Jing Muxi had nothing to say, after taking a deep look at Bodhi, she silently bent down and picked up the sword that fell on the ground.

After lightly stroking the dust off the wooden sword, Jing Muxi's eyes on the sword changed a bit, not knowing if it was affected by Bodhi.

After Bodhi put away the blue bell flower in his hand, he shook the sleeves of the cassock again.

Then, he swung his long sleeves towards the sea of ​​flowers in front of him, as if he wanted to cover up the whole world.

He has no ability to cover the world.

But a sea of ​​flowers is still possible.

The sleeve crossed the sea of ​​flowers, and the flowers in the tens of square meters in front of him disappeared instantly, and were put into the sleeve by Bodhi.

This hand probably took thousands of flowers away.

But it wasn't enough, Bodhi walked to the side without stopping, waving his long sleeves again.

There are thousands of flowers again.

Jing Muxi just followed behind Bodhi, and after the one-mile radius was emptied, he finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Bodhi, how much do you want to take?"

Bodhi said without looking back, "Of course it's all of them!"

"The mountains and seas of flowers are placed here just for viewing, it's really a waste."

"It's better to let me bring them all back to the Shang Qingzong, chant scriptures for them day and night, and wish them enlightenment and transformation as soon as possible."

Bodhi said, his calm tone was filled with righteous and awe-inspiring look.

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

He now understands that when Buddhists and Taoists become ruthless, they are really ruthless!

There are hundreds of thousands of flowers here, can your body bear it?

Even Jing Osmanthus, who has no feelings for flowers, showed a look of intolerance after seeing the sea of ​​flowers fall into Bodhi's clutches.

When he was about to speak to stop Bodhi's behavior, someone spoke before him!

"what!"

An angry scream startled Jing Muxi and interrupted Bodhi's movements.

Both of them turned their heads in unison, looking in the direction of the screaming.

A hundred meters away from them, stood a pretty girl, wearing a skirt similar to a pleated skirt, her round face was flushed, and her angry eyes seemed to be breathing fire, glaring at the two of them.

"Two flower pickers!"