Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 202 Bold monster, I can tell at a glance that you are not human
The old woman stopped when she said this, and glanced at San Zan without showing any trace.

"Why didn't the benefactor continue to talk?"

The third-buried monk gave the old woman a strange look, and while picking up the warm tea on the table, he blew the froth on it, and was about to send it to his mouth.

After a while, Lian'er brought the tea.

There was a faint smell of food wafting from the room next door, which made Monk Damo move his index finger.

"The meal is ready, please move the elder to the guest room, let's eat while we talk."

The old woman laughed, stood up tremblingly on crutches, and immediately invited the two brothers and sisters to the next room.

San Zan put down the teacup calmly, got up and followed.

Just after entering the door, a table of delicious vegetarian dishes appeared in front of Monk Damo.

Cold-cut candied lotus root, boiled balls stuffed with tofu, stewed yam and fungus, and a box of minced seasonal vegetables, served with a full of steamed noodles...

It's hard to imagine how ingenious Lian Er is to cook such a delicious meal in just a short time.

"Lao Shen and Lian'er have already eaten dinner, the two elders please do as you please, don't be polite."

The old woman sat down on the chief seat and persuaded the two with a smile.

Monk Damo was overjoyed when he heard the words, he reached out to take the chopsticks and was about to start, but he saw that Monk Sanbuan was still standing there indifferently.

"Brother, why don't you eat?"

Da Mo scratched his head, somewhat not understanding his senior brother's actions.

It's just that before leaving, the abbot gave him repeated orders, asking him to listen to his senior brother along the way, and the senior brother would not let him eat, even if he starved to death, he would not be able to eat a grain of rice.

Although Dharma was timid, he always kept Master's words in his heart.

San Zan ignored him, instead put his palms together, bowed to the old woman, and said with a smile:

"Since it's inconvenient for the benefactor to continue, how about letting the poor monk finish the story just now?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of the sudden change of the old woman's complexion, she started talking to herself.

"It is said that Prince Miaode was born from the right side of his mother, with a purple-gold body, an eye-shaped mark between his eyebrows, and a magic pestle in his hand. When he was born, a strange fragrance lingered in the palace, and anyone who heard it was healed."

"Benefactor, I wonder if what the poor monk said is right?"

Damo's eyes widened, wondering how his senior brother knew so much about the Chetuo Kingdom.

"The elder really has the ability to predict the future..."

The old woman forced herself to make amends with a laugh, but before she could finish her sentence, she was mercilessly exposed by the third burial monk.

"The poor monk doesn't have the ability to predict, but he just happens to be the protagonist of the story. The two of you have worked so hard, isn't it just to make money for the little monk."

As soon as the words fell, a red light between the eyebrows fixed the two of them in place.

"What are you talking about, little monk, why can't I hear you..."

The old woman felt that she couldn't move her body, and was about to quibble in a hurry, but she saw that the third buried monk had pinched the magic seal and roared like a lion.

"Bold and monstrous, I can tell at a glance that you are not human, I want you to show your true colors!"

"Om!"

The third burial monk uttered the fundamental mantra, his feet were like clouds riding the wind, and he appeared in front of the old woman with a sway, and stabbed straight at her face with the magic subduing pestle in his hand.

The skin of the enchanted human was cracked, revealing a shriveled, stinky weasel spirit covered in miscellaneous hairs.

"Murting the common people, eating flesh and laying bare their skins, this poor monk will save you!"

Seeing this, the three-buried monk was even more furious, and he couldn't hide the aura of the innate grand master, and he desperately urged the subduing demon pestle to stab the evil spirit between the eyebrows.

Poor that weasel spirit, the mighty monster in the interior scene didn't even utter a word of begging for mercy, and he was already sent to see the Buddha by Sanbu.

As soon as the weasel died, the little demon named Lian'er panicked and lost her soul. While begging for mercy from the third funeral, she was about to cast a spell and flee outside the house.

"Master, spare your life, Master, spare your life!"

"It's all grandma's idea. It's because it wants to eat the mage's meat to prolong its life. It has nothing to do with my concubine!"

However, the three buried monks were not moved at all.

"Scream, don't open your mouth. I see that your breath is turbid and heavy. You are clearly a demon who likes to eat human flesh. Trying to trick the poor monk into a pair of magic pupils is beyond your capabilities!"

Seeing that the evildoer wanted to escape, the third-burial monk saw that his big back was stretched like a bow, turning it into a thorn, and the magic pestle in his hand was like a shooting star chasing the moon, and he rushed towards the little demon's back without even looking at it.

Lian'er could only hear a scream, and immediately fell limply on the ground.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and before Monk Damo could react, the two monsters disguised as mother and daughter had already died at the hands of San Zan.

Monk Damo looked at Lian'er's body dumbfounded, but no matter what, he couldn't connect the plump and charming woman just now with the beaten coquettish fox in front of him.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Monk Damo moved towards San Zan with a strange expression, looked left and right, stood far away for a while, and wished to put his eyes on San Zan's face for a while.

Seeing that the three-buried monk was faintly worried, he stepped back half a step and spoke incoherently.

"Brother, you really are, no, no, no matter how you see her, it's not right!"

Monk Damo only felt that his mind was muddled. He had many questions to ask his senior brother, but he didn't know which one to say first.

"If you have any questions, come one by one, don't worry."

Sanbu picked up the magic weapon that accompanied him for the third life, and after confirming that the two monsters had been killed, he smiled and said to Monk Damo.

"Brother, you, are you really the legendary Buddha's reincarnation...Prince Miaode?"

Monk Damo cautiously looked at the third funeral.

As a monk, he has heard the legend of the Buddha's birth, but no matter how much he thought about it, he never thought that the reincarnated Buddha who was rumored to be taken away by the eminent monk to practice, and has never been heard from since then, is actually in his own temple. Cultivation is still my senior brother!
"So what if it is, so what if it is not. I am the wonderful virtue you mentioned. As for whether it is the wonderful virtue of the reincarnation of the Buddha, the poor monk himself does not know, and neither does the master."

Sanbu, or Pei Miaode, looked at Monk Damo with a smile.

"Okay then, brother, how did you know that they are not human?"

As the two monsters died and disappeared, the blindfolds they used in front of them also completely lost their effect.

The table full of vegetarian dishes in front of him either turned into mud soup, yellow paste, or poisonous things like toads and centipedes. Even the two cups of tea were glowing with a strange green light, making people feel chills just looking at them .

If it wasn't for San Zan to stop him, I'm afraid he would have become a fish belly at the mercy of others.

"Stupid! There is no village in front of this place in the wilderness, and there is no land behind. It is more than a hundred miles away from the nearest county town. Don't you find it strange that there are still people living here alone?"

Pei Miaode reminded Dalmo word by word with a resounding chestnut knocking on Da Mo's head.

Of course he would not say that he has a pair of delusion-shattering magic pupils, and he could already see the tails of the two of them as soon as they met, and the talent of the enemy of the demons, even if they were miles apart, he could clearly feel the soaring power of the two of them. Demon spirit.

And Monk Damo suddenly realized something.

Looking around again, there are no rich and powerful families. Under their feet is a ruined temple that has been abandoned for a long time. There are many corpses behind the statue. It is obvious that many people have been poisoned by these two demons.

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