The young monk has returned to secular life

Yizhen's chat with Tong Jing was not to pass the time. His main purpose was to increase the familiarity between the two. After all, if he wanted to conquer this guy who was known as the "No. 1 Goldman of Chaos", he would definitely not be able to do it through force.

At the same time, he also had a side idea, which was to find out the origin of Yiku.

But he didn't have much hope. After all, Bongjing was a big boss who had connections with Buddha. Yiku's identity should not be able to get into this guy's eyes.

Sure enough, when he heard Yiku's name, Bongjing gave the answer without hesitation: "I haven't heard of it."

However, Bronze Mirror dismissed Yiku's name, but Yiku himself was not indifferent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black lotus relic on the altar suddenly flashed a gleam of light.

This strange scene was captured by Yizhen and Bongjing at the same time.

Yizhen could sense the changes in the black lotus relics because of the reminder of the Bodhi tree.

The bronze mirror's ability to sense depends entirely on its own strength.

"Little monk, that black lotus seems a little weird?"

Yi Zhen concentrated, and an inexplicable sense of crisis arose in his heart.

He glanced at the bronze mirror and asked softly: "Can you see the black lotus relic?"

Bronze Mirror snorted coldly: "I am now the body of Bronze Mirror, and all the scenes in this room can be reflected in my eyes.

Tell me quickly, whose relic is that black lotus? "

"Amitabha~" Before Yizhen could answer, Heilian had already made his own voice: "After waiting for so many years, I finally got it."

After saying that, a projection the size of a spiritual tablet appeared in the sky above the lotus relic.

In the projection, an old monk wearing gray robes sat cross-legged. His eyes were fixed on the bronze mirror, his eyes filled with undisguised passion.

"Zhong, do you still know me?"

"Who are you? How do you know the name of this saint?" Bronze Mirror was confused and excited at the same time.

Yi Zhen looked at the old monk warily and asked softly: "Are you Master Yiku?"

When the old monk heard Yi Zhen's inquiry, he slowly turned his head and looked at him.

He did not answer Yi Zhen's question, but asked instead: "Little monk, can you tell me how you erased the 'forbidden' character spell on the gold foil?"

Yi Zhen shook his head: "I don't know, little monk."

The old monk's eyes narrowed and his expression turned slightly playful: "Little monk, monks don't lie. Lying is a great disrespect to the Buddha."

Yi Zhen smiled awkwardly: "Amitabha, the young monk has returned to secular life."

The old monk snorted coldly and sneered: "So, you are not going to tell the truth?"

Yi Zhen blinked, his intuition telling him that this old monk was dangerous.

He took the bronze mirror into his arms and pointed the mirror at the image of the old monk.

"Monks are compassionate, so you are not going to torture the young monk to extract a confession, are you?"

The old monk snorted coldly: "Do you think it will be okay if you hold it?

Now, he can't even protect himself. "

The bronze mirror was so disparaged by him, and he felt very unhappy: "Old monk, who are you?

Hurry up and answer my question!

Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude to you! "

The old monk smiled slightly: "You are not polite to me? It seems that you can't do it now."

Bronze Mirror snorted coldly: "Is this saint's strength beyond the reach of your remnant soul?

Come on, what kind of bald ass are you? Why do you know the name of this saint? "

The old monk was not angry, but said calmly: "I tell you, you won't remember me either."

"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly!" Bronze Mirror urged.

"The poor monk's dharma name is Moga."

Moga?

Yi Zhen was stunned for a moment, guessing that this should be his dharma title in Shengtian Buddha Kingdom.

Bronze Mirror thought for a long time and confirmed that he had no impression of this name at all.

"I don't know you, how do you know my name?"

"Haha..." Moga looked up to the sky and smiled, and then gradually became lonely, "I knew you wouldn't care about a little person like me."

He took a deep breath and his eyes became sharp: "But it doesn't matter. When I become you, you will know who I am."

"Become me?" Bronze Mirror's voice began to become serious, "Smelly monk, do you want to swallow me? Do you think you have the ability?"

The corners of Moga's mouth twitched, revealing a mysterious smile.

"I have been waiting for thousands of years in the relics. If I didn't have this certainty, do you think I would be so stupid?"

The bronze mirror finally realized the crisis and urged Yi Zhen urgently: "Little monk, hurry up and unlock the seal for me."

Yi Zhen hesitated.

Moga laughed: "Do you think I will give him this chance?"

After saying this, he turned his palm and gently tapped Yizhen's forehead.

Yizhen felt as if his mind power was blocked and could no longer function.

This state is similar to Mu Yunqing's "immortal concentration".

The difference is that he focuses on the power of thought, not the entire body.

However, the lotus base in his mind only paused for a moment, and then resumed normal operation with the gentle trembling of the Bodhi tree.

The process of lotus reversal that Yizhen imagined did not happen.

Mojia didn't know that Yizhen had cracked his own spell.

He faced the bronze mirror and smiled happily: "Now, like you, he can't cast spells.

If you can't unblock it, no one can save you. "

Bronze Mirror said coldly: "Do you think this saint will be afraid of you? Once inside this saint's body, we still don't know who will win."

Moga continued to smile and said: "Don't be anxious. Before entering your body, the poor monk has one more thing to do."

His body suddenly moved up, his fingers changed again, and he suddenly picked at the black lotus relic.

A black flame suddenly appeared.

Bronze Mirror exclaimed: "Nine Netherworld Fire!"

Moga laughed: "As expected of the first gold in chaos, he is indeed well-informed.

With it, what chance do you think you have of winning? "

The Nine Netherworld Fire is a flame that specializes in burning spiritual bodies.

The five elements are mutually reinforcing.

The body of the bronze mirror is gold, the first of the five elements, which is extremely hard. Its only shortcoming is that it is afraid of fire.

The spirit body born from this is also as afraid of fire as a tiger.

The crisis he realized just now was that he was afraid that Moga would use the "Samadhi True Fire" to deal with him, but he thought about it and rejected this idea.

After all, Moga wants to get his own body. The true fire of Samadhi will damage the body, so he should not do this.

Unexpectedly, he actually got the "Nine Netherworld Fire".

Bronze Mirror's heart suddenly fell into despair.

"Stinky monk! Even if I die, I will not let my body fall into the hands of an evil monk like you!"

"Death?" Moga smiled coldly, "What the poor monk is interested in is your immortal body. If you want to die, the poor monk can't ask for it."

Moga is right, the five elements are interdependent and cannot be completely destroyed.

The death mentioned in the Bronze Mirror can only be the death of the spirit body born in the body.

Gold is eternal.

He asked extremely arrogantly: "Now, are you going to die on your own, or are you going to let me use the Nine Netherworld Fire to send you to death?"