Mysterious World Tour

This corner of the brick floated for a while, but Tan Mo didn't feel any difficulty at all, which made Tan Mo feel incredible. The weight of this corner of brick is not light, it is several times that of a small stone, which also means that his mental power has also been greatly improved.

So Tan Mo replaced a complete brick.

The brick failed to levitate and did not even produce that kind of induction. This was obviously because his mental power was not enough.

Tan Mo thought for a while, then broke the brick into pieces and took half of it.

This time it was able to produce induction, but it could only barely make half of the brick float. It was impossible to use it like an arm. It seems that his current limit is one-eighth the weight of a brick.

Almost like two eggs.

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"One of the perfect dreams..." Tan Mo rubbed his chin, then quickly sat down, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.

He wanted to try to see if this dream was still useful.

But this time, no matter how hard I closed my eyes, I couldn't fall asleep. After a while, Jing Xukong and Jie Bodhi came back, and then Bai Guzi also came back. Tan Mo stopped fussing, took the buns handed over by Bai Guzi, and started to nibble on them.

After eating a sip of steamed buns and drinking a sip of water, as soon as it got dark, we sat on the bed and read sutras together for an hour, and then fell asleep separately.

The life of a monk is so simple and boring.

The life of a monk with a golden finger is also so simple and boring, even boring.

The next day, at dawn, Tan Mo was awakened by Jing Xukong who was getting up next to him. When he saw him going out to practice boxing, he followed suit.

After finishing a set of punches, Jing Xukong took out a small jar of salt from the package he carried with him, then said Amitabha to a tree, and then broke off a branch. He removed a small part himself, peeled off the bark, and brushed his teeth with salt.

Tan Mo also took a part from the branch and was about to brush his teeth with salt when he heard a creak and the door of the monk's house next door opened. The Taoist nun and Qiqi came out. When he saw it was them, Tan Mo raised his hands He put his hands together and said hello.

The Taoist nun's unusual boxing scripture allowed his ability to control objects to break through the limitations of his body and greatly improve him. Although he couldn't express his gratitude, Tan Mo had a good impression of the Taoist nun at the moment and was very grateful.

When the Taoist nun saw that it was Tan Mo, she nodded, then looked at the branch in Tan Mo's hand, and asked Qiqi to come over and say a few words in her ear.

Then, Qiqi reluctantly ran towards Tan Mo with a sullen face, then dragged him away without saying a word.

Arriving in front of the monk's house where they lived, Qi Qi let go of her hand and ran in without saying a word.

Tan Mo was surprised and stood outside the door without going in. He just looked at the Taoist nun with a dull face and confusion in his eyes. The little girl Qiqi would pull him over, which was obviously the Taoist nun's intention. So what was the Taoist nun going to do?

However, even though he looked at the Taoist nun, she still had no expression on her face and was busy brushing her teeth.

At this time, Qiqi ran out and handed Tan Mo two things.

Tan Mo took a look, then suddenly realized, and then thanked him.

The Taoist nun nodded slightly as a signal.

Tan Mo took the things back and Jing Xukong had already brushed his teeth, so he asked, "What did the Taoist nun ask you to do?"

Tan Mo spread his hands and revealed what was inside.

A very short brush and a small box, no bigger than a baby's hand. Tan Mo opened the box and found a bluish-white paste inside.

This is green paste, used for brushing teeth, similar to the toothpaste before Tan Mo traveled through time.

This little brush is undoubtedly a toothbrush.

Jing Xukong looked a little dazed and said, "Only the rich and powerful can afford green ointment. Ordinary squires don't have this thing in their homes now."

Then he sighed and said, "Children are so popular."

After saying that, Jing Xukong glanced at Tan Mo again, and then added: "Of course it must be a child who can talk."

Tan Mo clasped his hands together and declared the Buddha's name: "Namo Amitabha, senior brother, you have fallen in love with the Buddha."

Jing Xukong also clasped his hands together: "Namo Amitabha, junior brother, you have not learned the cultivation skills of senior abbot, but you have learned well the method of gagging people that senior brother is accustomed to."

Tan Mo ignored the monk who seemed to have eaten a lemon and brushed his teeth.

After he brushed his teeth, the white bones came out. When he saw the box of green paste, he came over and rubbed a little confidently. He originally wanted to borrow Tan Mo's toothbrush, but Tan Mo hid the toothbrush and asked him to use the tree branch.

"Junior brother, you are so stingy. What can you do with such a precious brush?" Bai Guzi muttered while brushing his teeth.

Tan Mo: "..."

Is this a question of baby or not?

Tan Mo had a dull expression on his face. He looked left and right, then changed the subject and asked, "Where is Senior Brother Jie Bodhi? Why don't you come out yet?"

"Do you think he dares to come out?" Bai Guzi said vaguely.

Tan Mo thought about it and thought so.

My ex-girlfriend's strength is off the charts, and she might get stabbed when she comes out. Instead of doing that, it's better to shrink down and be a tortoise.

"Junior brother, I plan to go to the river today to find out when the boatman will come to Shaoyao County. Will you stay in the temple or come with me?" Bai Guzi suddenly asked.

"Senior brother, I'll go with you." Tan Mo said without hesitation. This temple really made him inexplicably uneasy, especially Tan Sujin, who always made him feel uneasy, as if there was an evil ghost peeking behind him. .

"I won't go. I'll stay with my fifth junior brother, so I don't have to collect his body when I come back." Jing Xukong sighed and said so.

Bai Guzi and Tan Mo both nodded.

Tan Mo had a wooden face and said nothing.

Bai Guzi said, "He deserves it."

In the monk's house, Jie Bodhi's voice came out: "Second senior brother, what you said is too inhumane."

Before Bai Guzi spoke, Jing Xukong looked inside the monk's house and spoke first: "Second senior brother is right."

He said this very loudly, clearly for the people in the monk's house to hear.

Bai Guzi immediately followed and said happily: "Third junior brother is right."

He also said it very loudly.

Tan Mo watched the two brothers bullying the honest man together, so he quietly walked aside and didn't make up the knife.

Doing so is not good for his image.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw the Taoist nun looking at Jing Xukong and Bai Guzi with a bad face. He guessed that if she couldn't beat Jing Xukong, she would have drawn her sword again.

There is no comparison between bare hands and holding weapons.

There are martial arts that can be trained to be as strong as gold and iron, but such martial arts are usually practiced by people from evil sects.

Because it is poisonous.

If you practice this kind of martial arts, you will either be poisoned all over, and one day the poison will attack your heart and kill you, or your life will be seriously shortened. The day you practice it is the day you die.

Therefore, in a normal fight, holding a weapon is undoubtedly very advantageous.

However, the Taoist nun held a sword yesterday and showed no mercy. She pressed the sword against her vital points, but she couldn't do anything to Jing Xukong. It can be imagined what level Jing Xukong's martial arts has reached.

Half-step master, not inferior at all.

With a change of mind, Tan Mo set his sights on the Taoist nun again.

This Taoist nun really hated Jie Bodhi, but she still cared about Jie Bodhi. Otherwise, if she heard the Dharma name of his fifth senior brother yesterday, her tone would not have changed significantly.

Of course, this is her private matter.

What Tan Mo is thinking about now is that if there is a different kind of boxing scripture, then there must be other different kinds of martial arts, right? One of the "all" of the Ten All Kings is boxing, so what about the other nine "alls"?

He thinks that the Taoist nun should have at least one "different kind of sword scripture" in her hand. If the Ten All Kings know swordsmanship.