Lord, I am such a good person.

While casually repeating the old monk's words, he was relieved and carefully looked at the information presented in the system.

"My dear, is it a coincidence or something else? First came Nezha, and now comes Jin Chanzi?

It must be a special fate? I just walked all the way, bah, I am cheating. "

"[Silly Monk]

[Race: Golden Cicada]

[Cultivation: None (Five Realms Golden Body)]

[Status: Soul, heart as pure as a child]

[When I was a larva, I hibernated in the Jialan Temple here. I became enlightened after listening to sutras and lectures for many years. I understood everything like a blank piece of paper. In addition, I admired the Dharma. I was later accepted by the abbot of the Jialan Temple and passed on the Dharma.

However, there are unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes. Many years ago, the Jialan Temple suffered a sudden disaster. After presiding over the alienation and evil deeds, he actually ate up all the monks in the temple. The stupid monk chose to die with them out of grief and anger, and an unforeseen incident was eliminated. A well-known disaster. 】

[Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. Because he is a different species of golden cicada, his soul returned after dormant underground for many years, but he has forgotten all the past. ]"

Seeing this, I was relieved and looked back at the old monk who was trying to introduce the Wanbaolou Market, and sighed in my heart.

"The so-called abbot of Jialan Temple is probably the virtuous eminent monk who the old monk has inspired him with, right? It's just that this old guy has completely forgotten all the past events, but in this case, at least he won't remember it. That disaster.

By the way, the original person's memory seems to have never heard of a Jialan Temple here? Was it really that long ago? "

He said and shook his head,

"Forget it, it's none of Buddha's business anyway."

Then he looked at the [Cultivation] column in the system,

"So the old monk didn't actually know that he was a master, and he always thought that he relied on his magical power to avoid disasters?

My dear, fortunately, Lord Buddha, I just thought about it and didn’t actually take action, tsk tsk, the golden monk of the Five Realms, I’m envious~”

"Young man, why are you silent again?"

Realizing that he was immersed in his own world again, the old monk hated him with a look on his face.

"Young man, you should be more energetic. Although your Dharma is higher than that of the old monk, you still have to listen to the old monk and me as a person. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to get along like this."

As he spoke, he was relieved that under the guidance of the old monk, he had arrived at a depression surrounded by mountains.

"Oh, so impressive~"

Standing in front of the entrance to the depression and looking up,

I saw a city rising out of thin air on the flat ground. From a distance, the city was full of lights and feasting, and the noise was loud.

People were coming and going at the city gate, it was so lively.

Taking a closer look, I was relieved to find that they were not all monsters and monsters, and they were not even limited to monks.

Of course, most of the mortals who can appear here are protected by someone. After all, a mortal's body simply cannot withstand the erosion of Yuan Qi from so many monks gathered together.

It's as if Relief can't bear the [Secret Nāruo Master] and the erosion and pollution of unknown existence at the other end.

Just when Shiran was looking at this place curiously, he saw the old monk jumping down from Shiran's shoulders happily, then rolled up his sleeves and ran towards the front with big strides.

"Young man, hurry up and follow~"

While trotting, he turned back and waved to Sheran.

"Oh, this old guy doesn't know what his temperament was like in Jialan Temple before."

………

"Hey, the monk in front of you has the sense to get out of the way~"

Just as he was leisurely following the old monk,

Suddenly a loud shout came from further behind,

Hearing the sound, Ran looked back,

I saw a fat man with sly eyebrows and rat-like eyes, dressed like a landlord, sitting on a carriage composed of several huge rats, speeding towards him.

"Rat demon?"

Standing still, his eyes narrowed in relief, and his fingers rubbed lightly unconsciously.

It seems that he is thinking about something,

"That monk can't understand people? Are you tired of living and want me to eat you alive? Get out of here!"

"Ha~"

Hearing this, Relief couldn't help but laugh angrily. He was about to step forward, but the next moment he found that his pants were being pulled back hard.

"Let me go, old monk, you actually took off the Buddha's pants?"

Looking down,

The old monk was panting and pulling on his robe, and spoke anxiously,

"Quick, quick, young people, let's move back quickly. This Black Wind King is very angry, and he is famous for his abilities. We can't afford to offend him."

Seeing the scared look on the old monk's face, he looked up in relief and looked at the rat cart getting closer and closer to him, with doubts on his face.

"Uh, but this guy doesn't seem to be as powerful as that idiot from the Earth Corpse Demon. Judging from this aura, he probably just entered the second level of Qi refining not long ago.

But no matter what the old monk said, he was still a master of the Five Realms. Could it be that I was wrong? "

Just when he was relieved and doubted whether he had really seen it wrong,

The fat man with sly eyebrows on the carriage seemed to finally see the old monk at his feet.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly there was a sound of gasping in the air, and then the big fat man immediately stood up at a speed completely inconsistent with his body shape, pulled the reins of the rat cart, and was about to hit Sheng Ran and the old monk. A perfect drift,

"Bah, damn, bad luck, damn it, why did you meet this guy? Damn it, my luck is definitely over today."

All that was left in the air was an angry curse and the back of the departing rat cart.

He stayed where he was and looked down at the old monk in relief.

The old monk looked up at She Ran with a confused expression.

"It's strange. Why is King Black Wind so easy to talk to today? Forget it, none of this is important. Young man, let's go quickly."

As he said that, the old monk took hold of Sheng Ran's monk's robe and headed towards the long queue at the door to line up.

"Silly Master~"

At this moment, another warm greeting came from the distance, and then Shiran noticed a strong surge of energy. After a while, a thin middle-aged man with a smile on his face appeared in front of him.

"Hey, young man, come quickly. The old monk will introduce you to me. This is a steward at Wanbao Market. What is his name?"

"Haha, Master Silly, noble people tend to forget things. This is Zhao Qian, a disciple of [Wanbao Tower]. This must be the distinguished guest introduced by Master Silly. He is indeed a talented person, a rising star in Buddhism."

The man named Zhao Qian was neither humble nor arrogant. He first exchanged greetings with the old monk and then continued to praise Shiran.

"Master Silly, here is the fee for this time."

While talking, Zhao Qian took out a bag with a golden dragon from his arms and handed it over.

"Haha, okay, okay, now the old monk has money to buy more scriptures."

Seeing the old monk happily holding the bag that was almost as high as his body, he looked up at the man named Zhao Qian with relief, and suddenly had some guesses in his heart.