Chapter 166 [Slim Bamboo Pole]

Wu Muyu nodded and said, "It's Uncle Wu from Tianluo Zen Temple that is here. He muttered a few words to his master and asked me to call you over."

Liu Zhuo felt strange and stood up and said, "Then I'll go there now."

Wu Muyu bulged his cheeks and said, "Hmph, every time people come to Tianluo Zen Temple, there will definitely be no good things in our Damo Academy."

"Okay, let's go." Liu Zhuo touched Wu Muyu's bald head and walked out with a smile.

When Liu Zhuo and Wu Muyu came to the monk's room of Monk Wukong, a silver auspicious cloud floated from the sky, and a very tall young monk stopped on the auspicious cloud.

The monk Shiran landed on the ground and was about to walk into the monastery.

Wu Muyu said in surprise: "Senior Brother Nanguo, why are you coming down?"

Seeing that the person who came seemed to be a disciple of the DAMO Academy, Liu Zhuo was curious and couldn't help but take a closer look. This monk was actually a master in the late stage of foundation building. He had a narrow face and was extremely thin, but he was more than nine feet tall, like a bamboo pole. The legs of the monk's trousers could not cover his long legs at all, and a piece of his calf was exposed.

The young monk put his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual: "Junior Brother Muyu, long time no see."

Liu Zhuo asked with a smile: "Little junior brother, is this senior brother..."

Wu Muyu smiled and said, "This is Senior Brother Nan Guotian, but he is also a disciple of our Damo Academy."

Nan Guo was born a little dull, and he smiled dryly at Liu Zhuo: "I heard that Master Wukong has accepted another disciple, and it should be this junior brother, right?"

Liu Zhuo said: "My surname is Liu, and my name is Zhuo. By the way, I am sad, Senior Brother, you were also summoned by Master?"

Nan Guotian, with a thin bamboo pole figure, was two heads taller than Liu Zhuo. He bent slightly and said, "I was practicing on the "Buddha Zen Cliff". When I heard the call of my uncle, I rushed over."

"Then go into the house, don't let Master wait for a long time." Liu Zhuo said with a smile.

So, the three of them surrounded Monk Wukong's monk's room.

In the monk's room, Monk Wukong was sitting at the table with his white eyebrows frowned, constantly stroking the goatee, looking very unhappy. Next to the Eight Immortals table, a smiling fat monk sat upright. He was only middle-aged, and his body was wrapped in a yellow cassock, which looked particularly bloated.

Liu Zhuo's spiritual consciousness moved secretly, and he immediately discovered that he could not see the fat monk's cultivation level. He was obviously a master in the Dan-Jinging Stage, probably Mr. Wu from the Tianluo Zen Temple mentioned by Wu Muyu.

"Disciple has met Master." The three of them entered the house, put their hands together, and recited the Buddha's rituals.

Because outsiders were present, Wu Muyu was also waiting aside honestly and did not dare to act rashly. Old monk Wukong narrowed his eyes and glanced at the three of them, his voice still loud, and he said sarcastically: "Since you are here, have you never seen Master Wu Ming?"

"Disciple has met Uncle Wu." The three of them had to perform another Buddhist ritual.

The fat monk Sheng had kind eyebrows and smiled and said, "No need to be polite. Senior Brother Wukong has accepted two good disciples. This time I am entrusting my entrusting with you two."

Monk Wukong said angrily: "You fat guy, I will say this only if you ask for something. Last time, the monk was brought to the cliff and face the wall by the old man in the precepts. You fat guy didn't ask for mercy from the host. You are really unfaithful."

Seeing Monk Wukong whispering "fat thing" and "old thing", Wu Ming smiled bitterly: "It's not that I don't want to help you. Brother Jielu is famous for being selfless. It's just a waste of my words. If it weren't for the disciples of our Tianluo Zen Temple, who were all sent out, they wouldn't have trouble trouble with my senior brother."

Monk Wukong waved his hand and said, "Okay, there is no need to say much nonsense. This time, let Xiao Zi and Nan Guotian go there, just a few ungrateful Qi training cultivators. It's very easy to capture it."

"Then I would like to thank my senior brother." Monk Wu Ming said with both hands together.

Liu Zhuo was confused when he heard this and couldn't help asking: "Master, where are you going to let your disciples go?"

Monk Wu Ming explained: "It's like this. According to the disciples at the foot of the mountain, there have been some Taoist monks in the Golden Buddha City recently. Although these people have not had high cultivation, they have violated the taboos of our Daluo Temple and dared to hurt the people around them for no reason. Now several lives have died at the hands of these people. Most of our foundation-building disciples in the Tianluo Zen Temple have gone to the Nanyang realm to deal with a white tiger demon in the Dan-Cultivation Stage, so I have to both my two nephews go there."

When Liu Zhuo heard this, his heart moved and immediately remembered the monks from the Yin-Yang Sect that he met in the Golden Buddha City before coming to Daluo Temple.

The old monk Wukong narrowed his eyes and said, "You just go there. It was enough to deal with a few monks in the Qi training stage. In order to prevent accidents, Nan Guo, you can go there together. Remember, if it is not for love, don't hurt people's lives. Avoid killing. It is our Daluo Temple's precept."

Nan Guotian nodded and said, "Disciple understands, let's set off with Junior Brother Liu."

Liu Zhuo was actually a little reluctant about this task assigned for no reason. Now that his damaged spiritual consciousness has just recovered 40%, he rashly went down the mountain to fight with others, which is a bit dangerous. However, since Nan Guotian is with him, there is nothing to say.

"Uncle Wu, what are the characteristics of those people?" Liu Zhuo asked carefully.

Monk Wu Ming looked at Liu Zhuo with a complimentary look and explained: "There are three people in this group of monks. It is said that one of them has one-armed one, and there is also a woman and a middle-aged monk. The highest level should be that it is the peak level of the Qi Practice Period. These three Taoists seem to have a different purpose when they come to the Golden Buddha City. You'd better be able to find out clearly."

After listening to Monk Wu Ming’s description, Liu Zhuo was already sure that the person he was looking for this time must be the three Yin-Yang Sect cultivators.

"Disciple understands, let's go now." Liu Zhuo said with both hands together.

Wu Muyu shouted, "Uncle Wu, I want to go too."

Monk Wu Ming smiled and said, "Muyu, you haven't learned any magic power. It's not okay to go down the mountain rashly, so you'll still stay in the temple with peace of mind."

Wu Muyu shouted, "I'm going to go. With Senior Brother Nan Guo here, there will definitely be no danger."

At this time, a blow hit Wu Muyu's forehead and Monk Wukong cursed: "You are such a little thing, so you are not allowed to go."

Wu Muyu sucked in the cold air and rubbed her forehead, bulged her cheeks and said, "Hmph, if you don't go, don't go."

Liu Zhuo couldn't help but smile, and immediately said to his two elders, then left the monastery with Nan Guotian, and drove auspicious clouds and floated up.

Just as he was about to fly to the foot of Wuyi Mountain, Liu Zhuo thought to himself that Monk Qianye should have refined the magic weapon he requested, so why not take it and leave?

"Senior Brother Nanguo, wait a moment, and I will come." Liu Zhuo smiled.

Nan Guo is born dull and doesn't talk much at first, so he just nodded slightly and said the word "good".

Liu Zhuo stepped on the auspicious clouds and flew straight into the Tianwu Zen Temple.

He came to the refining room with a familiarity. As soon as he pushed the door, a surging wave of heat came to his face.

After the heat wave dissipated, Liu Zhuo walked in, but was surprised in his heart. He saw Monk Qianye's eyes closed and sitting cross-legged. His sallow face was as pale as paper, obviously looking exhausted with energy exhausted.

And in front of his forehead, there was a three-inch long and dark flying needle slowly turning on itself and floating in the air.

"Has the refining been successful?" Liu Zhuo said with a whisper.

Monk Qianye opened his eyes and showed a proud smile: "Junior brother, you're a coincidence. This "flying needle" ground-level magic weapon has just been refined by me. You can try it, are you satisfied?"

Liu Zhuo was delighted, waved his sleeves and rolled up the flying needle. At the same time, his spiritual sense moved secretly, leaving his own spiritual mark inside the flying needle.

Suddenly, a dark red flame spread out from the inside of the pitch-black flying needle, and the hot flames flipped up and down, and the flying needle began to tremble at a speed that could not be clearly visible to the naked eye.

"hiss--!"

A sound of hissing like a substance suddenly rang out.

boom!

A loud bang, the black flying needles brought out the afterimages and disappeared in front of Liu Zhuo's eyes. The next moment, it appeared outside the weapon refining room, quietly turning in the air, as if it had never moved.

Flying needle-like magic weapons do not have high requirements for controlling spiritual consciousness, so Liu Zhuo can exert its power by 70% to 80% with 40% of his spiritual consciousness.

However, even with 70% or 80% of the power, the speed of this flying needle magic weapon has reached a terrifying state, more than three times faster than the shadowless needle before. It can be said that if it doesn't move, it will be as fast as thunder when it moves.

Of course, this flying needle cast from a thousand jin of five spirit stone has more than that. However, now time is tight, and Liu Zhuo has no time to try it out. After putting the flying needle into the storage bag, he performed a Buddhist ritual at Monk Qianye and said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Ye. I still have urgent matters to go down the mountain. I will come to the door to thank you later in the future."

For Monk Qianye, being able to successfully create a ground-level magic weapon was already a great honor and satisfaction for him, so he smiled and said, "It's not necessary to thank you. If you get a rare material like the Five Spirit Stone next time, you must come to me to refine it."

"This is natural." Liu Zhuo nodded and smiled. After saying goodbye to Monk Qianye, he quickly summoned auspicious clouds and rose up with the wind.

After a while, Liu Zhuo returned to the sky above the DAMO Academy and saw that Nan Guotian was still stepping on Xiang, waiting in the air.

"Let the senior brother wait for a long time, let's go on the road." Liu Zhuo said with satisfaction, and had another earth-level magic weapon behind him. His chances of winning in "The Battle of Buddha" two months later naturally increased greatly. This time he went down the mountain, at least he had the ability to protect himself.

"Let's go." Nan Guo Tianwei said, then he took the lead and drove the clouds.

Seeing this, Liu Zhuo's spiritual sense moved secretly, increasing the speed of the Yun to the extreme, and then he barely followed Nan Guotian's speed.

The Golden Buddha City was originally at the foot of Wuyi Mountain, only a few dozen miles away from Daluo Temple. Both of them were in the foundation-building stage and were extremely fast in driving the clouds. After a while, they stepped on silver auspicious clouds and appeared above the Golden Buddha City.
Chapter completed!