The young monk has returned to secular life

Yi Zhen wanted to ask Zhao Yun to help lead Meng Qu in Lingzhou, but he didn't expect that the method Zhao Yun came up with was to let him "sacrifice himself for others."

The key is that his idea received strong support from Mu Yunqing as soon as he expressed it.

“Brother Zhao, this method is really great.

I think one cut is too little. You can cut all the other red threads except me and tie them up to that man named Meng Qu. "

These words made Yi Zhen couldn't help but shrink in his heart, thinking that your habit of "eating alone" is not good.

Fortunately, Zhao Yun did not agree to her: "The younger siblings were joking.

Just cut one, and the palace master might still agree.

If you cut too much, the palace master will definitely disapprove, and he will think of other ways to tease you again.

This method of mine is not only to help you out, but also to satisfy my noble quality of being willing to help others.

Are you right, bro? "

Yi Zhen grinned and said, "Yes...yes...", and his heart was already bleeding.

Nima!

It’s true that I am happy to help others, but even if I “help others” in this kind of thing, I can’t really feel happy about it.

But Mu Yunqing is now staring at him with "eager" eyes, and it's definitely impossible not to be "happy".

He pointed his thumb directly to Yuelao Jinshen's forehead, and couldn't help but praise: "Brother Zhao, you are so smart."

Zhao Yun chuckled, blinked and disappeared without a trace.

Mu Yunqing glanced at Yizhen with a sneer and asked, "You look unhappy, don't you?"

Yizhen denied: "How could it be? I'm very happy."

"Then why does your face look uglier than crying?" Mu Yun said coldly.

Yi Zhen explained hurriedly: "I was angry because I thought that we were tricked by this old bald ass Zhiyun."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and took out the Qianyuan umbrella from his pocket.

After enlarging the Qianyuan Umbrella, he shouted angrily: "Old bald donkey, get out of here!"

No wonder Yi Zhen was so angry. If monk Zhiyun hadn't played a hide-and-seek game with him, everything today wouldn't have happened.

However, after he shouted loudly, there was no response from the scene.

Yizhen sneered: "Old bald donkey, I'll count to three.

If you don't come out, I will take you out to bask in the sun. "

Then, without any pause, he opened his mouth and counted "three".

At the same time, he held the Qianyuan umbrella upside down and walked towards the door without any hesitation in the whole process.

"Wait a minute..." When he was almost at the door, a puff of "black smoke" finally came out of the Qianyuan umbrella.

Under the watchful eyes of Yizhen and Mu Yunqing, the "black smoke" dispersed and gathered, and finally turned into the appearance of Monk Zhiyun.

His soul was still solid, but he looked a little frightened.

He begged for mercy: "I didn't mean to harm you, I just wanted to take shelter in this umbrella.

Please don't let me lose my mind. "

The dignified eighth-grade master's submissive appearance made Mu Yunqing feel compassionate.

But Yizhen knew that this old guy was very cunning. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to this old bald donkey and asked directly: "Let me ask you, how did you die?"

Monk Zhiyun seemed not to expect that Yizhen would ask him this question, and was stunned for a moment.

My heart said, wasn't I beaten to death by you?

Seeing this, Yi Zhen couldn't help but prompt: "I'm asking, how did you suffocate yourself to death?"

Monk Zhiyun regained his composure and hurriedly replied: "I...I didn't suffocate to death, I...I was too frightened and couldn't take a breath, so I suffocated to death."

After talking for a long time, I was still choked to death.

Yi Zhen asked in confusion: "Why are you so frightened?

I remember that when I covered you under the umbrella, you just fainted. "

Zhiyun explained: "Maybe... there is something wrong with the pill you gave me.

After I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt so uncomfortable.

I wanted to shout for help, but no one responded after shouting for a long time.

So I thought about struggling to stand up, but I didn't expect that I couldn't stand up at all, and I seemed to be restricted by an invisible barrier.

I thought I was included in the treasure. I was frightened for a moment, and then...it passed. "

Yi Zhen couldn't help but smile bitterly. This old bald donkey died unjustly, and he was scared to death.

However, he guessed that the old bald donkey was still not telling the truth. The reason for his fear was definitely not because he mistakenly believed that he had been included in the treasure, but because the Boneless Pill had imprisoned his magic power.

He smiled and asked: "How do you feel now?"

"It's... not bad." Zhiyun replied tremblingly.

Yizhen asked again: "Then do you want to... restore your mana?"

"Ah?" Zhiyun's voice suddenly became louder, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, "You...you can still restore my magic power?"

Yi Zhen smiled and said, "Of course."

He took out a small red porcelain bottle from his arms, shook it, and heard a splashing sound from inside.

"Did you hear that? Here's the antidote."

Zhiyun swallowed, hurriedly clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Amitabha.

Nephew Yizhen, for the sake of both of us being disciples of Buddhism, please give me an antidote. I am very grateful. "

Yi Zhen smiled slightly and said softly: "Okay."

Zhiyun didn't expect Yi Zhen to be so easy to talk to.

He stared expectantly at Yizhen as he poured out the antidote, then watched as he threw the antidote into the bowl and burned it to ashes.

When the flames were all extinguished, Yi Zhen blew gently and the ashes dispersed, but a transparent pill of the same size was left in the bowl.

Yi Zhen pointed to the small pill and encouraged: "Eat it and you can regain your mana."

Zhiyun had doubted that if Yi Zhen agreed to give him the antidote so easily, there must be a trap in it that he didn't know about.

But for him, a soul without any magic power, it couldn't be worse.

So, he decided to give it a try.

With an excited look on his face, he pinched the antidote in the bowl, took a deep breath, and swallowed it.

Then, Zhiyun took a few steps back and huddled in the corner.

Yizhen and Mu Yunqing sat in front of the tea table and drank tea.

The three of them just waited quietly.

Until...after a cup of tea.

Zhiyun's soul began to become transparent, and veins spread from the heart to the limbs like the movement of true energy.

The whole process lasted for another cup of tea.

Finally, the flow of veins was completed, and his soul body returned to its solid appearance.

Zhiyun went from expectation to surprise to ecstasy. He didn't expect that Yizhen really gave him the antidote.

"Haha...I finally regained my strength!"

He showed a look of ecstasy, but when he turned around and saw Yizhen and Mu Yunqing with indifferent expressions, he swallowed down the trace of unruly energy that had just arisen.

"Amitabha, thank you so much, nephew Yizhen."

Yi Zhen smiled and waved his hand: "You're welcome."

Zhiyun asked again: "Senior nephew Yizhen gave me the antidote. Is there anything you want me to do?"

"No." Yi Zhen shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "I just can't change my bad habit of being helpful!"