After the rebirth, the master was forced to collapse

Jiang Mu endured it, but he couldn't, and the corner of his lips raised into a laugh?.

His voice was quite abrupt, and the "Prince"'s attention was instantly attracted by him, and he glared at him, but then he stared straight at the next moment when he could see his face clearly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the subordinates around him yelled angrily: "Bold, my lord is the current sage? Dear uncle, disrespecting the lord is disrespecting the sage!!"

He doesn't need to respect the Holy One.

Jiang Mu thought, but before he could speak, "Prince" stretched out his hand and slapped the subordinate's head: "Shut up!!"

Then? He turned around, his gaze was so sticky that he wanted to stick to Jiang Mu, and he pretended to bow his hands towards him: "I'm so sorry for being so abrupt, beauty."

He subconsciously licked his lower lip: "That... no one, did they ever get married?"

This reaction made Jiang Mu amused: "Don't dare to be a beauty—you are quite courageous?"

This is real?.

Whether it was when he left Rinjian to travel alone, or later? Rinjian held the airs of the master of the peak, have you seen him? Everyone said that he had a good face, but no one had ever seen him. How dare you speak in front of him like this.

Sure enough, this "prince" didn't listen to the words behind him, and stretched out his hand to touch him. This time, Jiang Mu didn't make a sound, and felt a gust of wind. His little apprentice In his hand, he held the black Fuchen sword and pointed at the "Wang Ye".

The prince was taken aback, his body trembling slightly and he took a step back.

He didn't even react, was he still next to him? The subordinate shouted angrily again: "Bold, how dare you point the murder weapon at the prince!!"

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows: "Your? Hand? Stretch out again, it's not just facing you."

Fuchen Sword's chill was overwhelming, the prince stared at it for a long time, and finally waved his hand in a daze: "Let's go!!"

The subordinates didn't even react: "Ah...ah? Your lord?"

The prince patted him on the head again: "Shut up! Go!! Won't you walk home? Ask your mother to teach you? You!!!"

After waiting for the group of them to drag each other away, Wen Xie took the sword back.

Jiang Mu looked up at him, smiled and asked again: "Unhappy?"

Smell under the oblique bull-head mask? A trace of murderous intent flashed in the dark eyes, and quickly returned to calm: "No."

Jiang Mu laughed twice, and didn't want to worry about whether he had it or not, so he stretched his waist and walked towards the east of the city in high spirits: "Okay, let's go, let's watch the fireworks!"

They were caught up in time, and the past time happened to be the time when the fireworks were at their peak. The colorful fireworks bloomed in the dark blue night, so eye-catching that people couldn't take their eyes off.

The fireworks lasted for about a quarter of an hour, but Jiang Mu found that after the fireworks were set off, the people around here not only did not disperse, but became even more excited.

Someone next to him saw Jiang Mu's expression of confusion, and he smiled and explained: "Sir, are you foreigners? This is our tradition in Changliang. Every time at the third hour of the Lantern Festival, there will be a Buddha appearing in the east of the city." Bless."

"I, Changliang, stretch out my hand? The Buddha protects me. You will know after a while."

Sure enough, after a while, I saw a boat coming slowly from the other end of the moat. It was lit with the usual "eternal lights" lamps in Buddhist temples, and a golden Maitreya Buddha stood on the top of the boat. I wonder if it is real? The apparition is still painted with light-reflecting paint at night, and it is very bright even in this night.

The people around cheered, and Jiang Mu looked over, and saw that the golden light on the Buddha statue was getting brighter and brighter, like a big glass lamp in the dark night.

Jiang Mu: "..."

The surrounding people cheered again,

Jiang Mu felt the golden light and closed his eyes slightly, then he felt something falling on his body like drizzle.

This is……

Jiang Mu opened his eyes, spread his hands, dots of golden light slowly floated down from the sky, landed on his hands, and slowly wanted to dip into his body .

Wen Xie next to him obviously noticed it too, and took off the bull-head mask on his face, frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and used his spiritual power to land him on the ground. The golden light on his hand was wrapped up by him.

Jiang Mu looked around and found that the people around him were very excited when the golden light fell on them, what he thought was wrong.

... This thing is the legendary Buddha's appearance? Fuze?

wrong……

He reached out his finger and touched the golden light that was wrapped up by Wen Xie's spiritual power, and suddenly frowned when he felt something.

Inside this golden light, there is actually a hint of magic energy.

Not to mention that he has traveled abroad for so many years, and he has never heard of Buddhism. What kind of Buddha appeared and blessed him? If it is true? Blessing, it is absolutely impossible for this golden light to be mixed with demonic energy.

He subconsciously thought of what he had seen before? The people of Changliang had an inexplicable love for Buddhism. He always felt something was wrong.

There is an inseparable relationship between this demonic energy and that almost crazy love.

Wen Xie looked down at him: "Master?"

Jiang Mu pursed his lips: "Let's go, follow that boat."

Now? There are so many people here, is it because he is so big? If he wants to be distrusted and noticed? It is impossible to go to that boat to find out a thing or two? We can only think of a way after this blessing is over.

Wen Xie responded, and followed his pace.

The boat carrying the Buddha statue didn't stay here for a long time. After about half an hour, the golden light on the Buddha statue gradually dimmed.

When the people saw that the blessing was over, they all walked back happily. After a while, there were not many people left by the moat.

The boat didn't stop much, and sailed slowly towards the dark place. Jiang Mu and the others followed closely behind the boat. After a while, they saw four monks carrying the Buddha statue on a shelf to the city. Fly away.

These people are also monks.

Jiang Mu stared at them, backhanded? He summoned Dian Cangjian, and Yujian followed.

This time they didn't deliberately hide their tracks. It didn't take long for the four bald men in front to find them. The four of them looked at each other, and then a monk walking behind stopped and turned around. He bowed to him with his hands clasped together: "What are the two benefactors doing with us?"

Jiang Mu didn't even bother to deal with them: "How many monks are you? Do you know that the blessed one? There is a hint of magic in the golden light?"

Hearing this, the bald man's face turned cold instantly: "Almsgiver, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

Jiang Mu smiled lazily: "That won't work, I've been entrusted by others to be loyal—Wen Xie!"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Xie, who was behind him, suddenly accelerated, and a trace of contempt appeared in the monk's eyes, and he slapped him with the palm without avoiding it.

Wen Xie flicked a wave of spiritual power to protect him, but he was not impacted by the palm wind of the two, but the hem of his clothes was rattled by the wind.

Jiang Mu coughed twice. Wen Xie, who was in front of him, heard it, and subconsciously turned to look at him.

"Nothing," Jiang Mu said before him.

Although he confirmed that this bastard is hiding his strength in front of him, this little bald head should not be able to deal with? How about him, but even if he is slightly injured because of his distraction, it is not good.

The trees on Jiang Mu's side were blown loudly, although they didn't break, but the little bald man who was facing Wen diagonally frowned suddenly, his eyes were full of horror.

——He guessed wrong, this person is definitely not just in the Foundation Establishment period! !

No, not right.

The little bald head froze.

He had palmed this person just now, and it was obvious that the spiritual power that attacked him didn't come from this person's palm...he forcibly drew it from the surrounding environment. of?!

This man is a demon cultivator! ! !

Moreover, he can hide himself as an ordinary foundation-building period, and can instantly extract so much spiritual power from a place where spiritual power is so poor—this person is definitely a big trouble! !

The little bald head looked at him apprehensively, and gritted his teeth: "Everyone? We are all of the same race, why bother to force each other?!"

Wen Xie's eyes were cold, and he chuckled lightly: "Who is of the same race as you?" His voice was softer, almost whispering: "You deserve it too?"

The pupils of the little bald head trembled, and a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart.

He didn't want to fight, and simply turned around and ran away.

Wen Xie chuckled lightly, and just as he was about to continue chasing, he heard his little master's voice behind him: "Don't chase."

He paused, and the darkness in his eyes was completely covered.

Jiang Mu coughed twice: "They are all monks from Changliang Guosi Temple, let's go directly to the Guosi Temple to find out."

Wen Xie didn't move, but looked at him instead: "Master, is it cold?"

Jiang Mu subconsciously gathered the bastard's cloak on his body. After realizing his actions, he was a little embarrassed and turned his head away: "It's nothing."

Wen Xie raised the corners of his lips, and Yu Jian followed behind him.

He didn't see that when Jiang Mu in front turned his head, his eyes became a little darker, and the hands and fingers of the cloak were clenched even tighter.

He was wrong.

His little brother hasn't come back for so long, maybe he was really trapped by something.

If his little brother was okay, after such a long time, he would definitely be able to find something in the National Temple, but tonight the little bald men in the National Temple dare to be so bright? Are you honest? Come to bless, it means? Give? They trouble? People have been unable to cause any problems.

It seems that this Changliang matter is really a bit tricky.

Jiang Mu narrowed his eyes.

The National Temple is located in the outskirts of the capital of Changliang, and they arrived outside the gate not long after.

Not to mention, although I know that there are some problems in this national temple, but there are always lights everywhere at night? Red walls and yellow tiles, monks knocking? The sound of wooden fish? What does Fenguo Temple look like?

Jiang Mu curled his lips, and didn't want to talk nonsense to the bald guys here, so he went forward and knocked on the door.

The gate of the temple squeaked, and a crack was opened, and a naked head protruded from inside: "My benefactor, it's getting late, what's the purpose of coming to our temple?"

Jiang Mu's peach blossom eyes slightly bent: "No big deal, I just want to come? My unsatisfactory? Senior brother wants to go back."

There was a trace of vigilance in the little monk's brows and eyes.

Jiang Mu continued without realizing it: "...He has been bothering you all day. If I lose him, my master who has been buried in the grave for more than three hundred years will surely be killed at night." Come find me."