Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 41
Aura, it is aura, a long-lost aura.

Feeling that every cell in his body was filled with desire and greed, Mo Chen was extremely excited.

When he and An'er were walking towards the Ksitigarbha Temple, Mo Chen felt that he could absorb spiritual energy, which was really unexpected.

You know, that is a restriction imposed by the saint himself, and who can break it?
Originally, Mo Chen was in despair. It was impossible for him to practice unless another saint took action, but where could he find another saint?

The feeling of spiritual energy entering the body is so wonderful, just like the feeling of drinking water for a thirsty person in the desert.

Survival from desperate situations, survival from desperate situations!

However, this is an illusion.

After feeling the ecstasy of being able to absorb aura to cultivate, Mo Chen soon discovered that the amount of aura he could absorb was not much, as if he had been restricted. The speed of this absorption was far faster than when he first started practicing. superior.

According to this progress, even if he cultivated for tens of thousands of years, he might not be able to reach Sanxian.

But it's better than nothing, there can always be some mana.

After being overjoyed, Mo Chen, who was full of disappointment, comforted himself like this, but why did he recover some mana for no reason?
While walking, Mo Chen secretly speculated, thinking about what he did today.

It's no different from the past, is it?

Could it be, Zhao's bun shop?

I ate two more meat buns from the Zhao family today than usual. Is there a saint among the people who sell buns in the Zhao family?
Thinking about the topless boss Zhao who chops stuffing in the store with his big belly, he is more fierce and strong than a man. The Zhao family who sells buns and the couple who are four or five years old are standing at the door peeing Mo Chen felt that it was impossible for his son. Saints, I have never heard of them becoming like this.

No matter what, Mo Chen made up his mind to go down the mountain to eat a few steamed buns later, to see if he could absorb more spirit energy.

The spring mountain is not high, and the two returned to the Ksitigarbha Temple after walking for a while. The young monk had finished his afternoon class and was cleaning the courtyard. up.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

The little monk looked at Mo Chen's blood-stained clothes, his big eyes showed worry.

Mo Chen put down the body and said to the little monk Jueqiao: "It's all right, this blood belongs to An'er's mother, and her mother met a robber when she went down the mountain."

The little monk nodded cutely, and said with a sympathetic face: "Amitabha, all living beings are suffering, let the little monk chant sutras for this benefactor, and pass away safely." After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged and began to chant sutras , the small body still contains a bit of the demeanor of an eminent monk.

On the other hand, the big black dog lying on the side smelled the smell of blood and didn't come over. It was still lying there quietly.

"You take a rest in the temple, and I'll go wash up." After telling the young man, Mo Chen walked to the backyard. With spiritual energy, life also had a bright future, and he could no longer bask in the sun all day in such a sloppy manner.

Don't ask why you don't use mana to remove the dust, the mana accumulated with such a large amount of effort may not even be used for the mana to remove dust.

En, by the way, there is also a meat bun. When he touched the meat bun in his arms, Mo Chen remembered that An'er was offering incense on the mountain, so he probably didn't have lunch, so he folded it back and handed it over.

……

Aunt Qing is also a young woman in her thirties who still has charm, but she is far behind An'er's mother in appearance. It was Mo Chen who asked the pilgrims who went up the mountain in the afternoon to help An'er's village to call her here. .

When Aunt Qing saw Liu An's mother's body, she didn't seem to be crying, she just froze for a moment and murmured: "I knew it would happen, I told her to fight..."

Liu An's mother and son and Aunt Qing were not aboriginals in the village, so they could not be buried in the village's ancestral graves when they died, so they had to be buried in the Ksitigarbha Temple.Just after the burial, Aunt Qing thanked Mo Chen for saving his life, and was about to take Liu An away.

Mo Chen didn't stop him, he had just recovered some cultivation physique, and was trying to test whether it was the miraculous effect of Zhao's steamed stuffed bun shop, besides, Liu An was a mortal, so it was impossible for him to protect him for a lifetime.

After Liu An and the others left, Mo Chen stayed up all night, absorbing spiritual energy and refining it into mana. After accumulating mana all night, he finally accumulated enough mana to cast the magic touch.

That’s right, the touch stones that I used to use casually in the past can only be accumulated once in one night, and I can’t point too big stones, I can only deal with some gravel and small stone chips, but well, buying buns is enough up.

It was just dawn, and the little monk Jue Qiao hadn't gotten up yet. Mo Chen couldn't hold back his excitement, and ran out of the temple gate in a hurry, and ran to the town down the mountain. In an instant, the big black dog who was sleeping on his stomach at the door opened his eyes, and forgot to glance at his back, with a trace of human-like doubt in his eyes.

It's a pity that Mo Chen's hasty behavior didn't yield half of the effect. Although the buns from Zhao's Baozi Shop were thin and filled, they were still delicious, but in Mo Chen's mouth, they tasted the same.

Not a bun, doesn't work.

After eating a tray, and waiting for half an hour, the spiritual energy in the body can only be absorbed bit by bit, and the speed cannot be accelerated.

"So, your family is really not a saint!"

"No, no." Boss Zhao, who had a tough aura, said in a soft voice, as docile as a Mianyang.And the sturdy Zhao's mother-in-law next to her lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head shyly like a new daughter-in-law.

"Hmph, I don't think you are either!" Mo Chen said in a nasty voice, threw the kitchen knife on the table on the table, packed a few meat buns, and dropped a gold stone casually , and walked out of town.

"Master, don't want money, don't want money!" Boss Zhao picked up the gold and ran outside the shop and shouted.This psychopath came to eat a drawer of steamed stuffed buns early in the morning, and then he was in a daze for half an hour. Then he rushed into the shop like a madman, picked up a kitchen knife for chopping stuffing and put it on his neck, and kept asking him what he said. Not a saint, who dares to take money from such a lunatic!
But Mo Chen ignored Boss Zhao's shout and walked towards the Ksitigarbha Temple on his own.His mind is in a mess now, he ate the steamed stuffed buns from this shop yesterday, and then he met Liu An, that boy was hacked twice before he became able to practice. It's not good to eat steamed stuffed buns, does he have to be hacked?
Adhering to the scientific research concept of seeking truth from facts and experiment is the only standard to test the truth, Mo Chen decided to give it a try.

So this morning, the little monk Jueqiao just got up from the bed, and saw a figure rushing to the firewood room in a hurry, holding the ax for chopping wood, and slashing at himself frantically.

"Amitabha!" The little monk chanted the Buddha's name in a daze.

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