Yang Ji looked at the palm-sized pocket child in his hand. Before, this guy was an ugly guy with a ferocious ghost head on his mushroom cap.

Now that it has lost its ugly form and is shrouded in the light of Buddha, it actually looks so sacred.

Yang Ji looked at the words [Buddhist Sutra] above its head, and while he was pondering, he said to everyone: "You go first and wait for me outside the secret room."

"Okay, Lord." The white-haired old man and others understood, helped him and walked out.

The well-dressed girl glanced at the child transformed into a demon, then at Yang Ji, and followed him out.

Yang Ji glanced at the word "Cunning" on Mo Gu's head and said, "Stop pretending to be an eminent monk. Let me ask you, where did the Buddhist scriptures you practice come from?"

"What Buddhist scriptures? I don't know what the donor is talking about." Mo Gu's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be calm, clasping his palms together, "This is just my original form. I am not Mo Gu, but was born bathed in the light of Buddha.

The holy orphan."

A holy solitary who was born bathed in Buddha's light?

It seemed as if it wasn't lying, because Yang Ji didn't notice anything strange.

At this moment, staring at the [Buddhist Scripture] above its head, he naturally became interested.

However, the golden finger can only see the information display of the current status of things, and cannot predict the future or the past, or read the characters' memories.

If you see the Buddha's light, it is the sacredness shown by the devil casting Buddhist scriptures in the dark, so [Buddhist scriptures] will be displayed.

But I can't see the specific scriptures of the Buddhist scriptures.

For example, by looking at a person, the Lord of Baxuan City, you can see his current strength status.

When the eight city lords merged into one, they changed into Emperor Xuanzhen. At this time, the status changed, and the information naturally changed, so it would display [different hearts and one body, eight sides exquisite].

For example, insight into a character's inner activities is a display of information obtained through changes in other people's demeanor and eyes.

However, this kind of display can be so subtle that it can be accurately read if the other party has a slight mood swing.

Of course, you can only see what others are thinking now, but you cannot see what they are thinking in the future.

However, this is enough.

Everyone in the world is a layman, and it is impossible to completely eliminate the seven emotions and six desires, not even the Buddha can do it.

Therefore, as long as Yang Ji looked at him, he could obtain his inner thoughts through the slightest changes in his expression.

In the final analysis, Golden Finger can only see the basic attributes and current displayed status of things, and cannot explore in depth.

If you see a sacred medicine, you can only know its year, function and name. As for the source, you cannot know the secret place from which it was picked.

Goldfinger does not have the power of cause and effect.

The only thing that can be predicted is the weather forecast, which can be accurate to an hour later.

If Yang Ji wanted to obtain the Buddhist scriptures practiced by Mo Gu at this moment, he would not be able to tell by just looking at the Buddha's light, unless it wrote the scriptures.

Seeing Yang Ji's sudden silence, the seemingly calm Demon Gu was actually very worried inside. Its little eyes glanced at Yang Ji from time to time, fearing that he would suddenly become angry.

Yang Ji glanced at it, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said: "Since you don't know Buddhist scriptures, it seems that you have no greater value. You can only make medicine. It doesn't matter if you are a yin little holy medicine or a yang little holy medicine, as long as you

It’s a small holy elixir, and I have a hundred ways to refine it into an elixir that can improve your cultivation.”

"Donor, do you want to use me to make elixirs?" Mogu spit out Buddha's light, clasped his hands together, and asked softly.

"Your little holy medicine contains Buddha's light, and its efficacy is definitely extraordinary. Alchemy is the best choice. This is your destination, and it can reflect your full value. This is what every living being wants to see, and I believe you don't want it either.

Exception, right?" Yang Ji looked at Mo Gu and said.

The demon's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "In ancient times, there were Buddhas who cut meat to feed eagles, and now the saints sacrifice themselves. It doesn't matter whether they light the fire of hope or help others. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? This is my Buddhist principle.

.”

Looking at the solitary demon with a calm expression but a lot of panic inside, Yang Ji felt amused, let's see how long you can pretend.

At that moment, he nodded appreciatively and said, "As expected of a spiritual creature born in the light of Buddha. You really understand Buddhist principles. I hope that after reincarnation, you will become a real boy that Bodhisattva sits on. Then you can go on your way with peace of mind."

"The ancients used to burn incense and bathe for divination. I will devote myself to praying to my Buddha, so that I can move the gods in the next life. Can the donor allow the child to pray for a moment?" Mogu looked as usual and said with a slight smile.

The devil is so calm and calm, facing life and death with such freedom and calmness, he really looks like an enlightened Buddha.

Even Yang Ji was stunned for a moment. If he hadn't had a golden finger that could penetrate Mo Gu's thoughts, he would have been fooled by his profound appearance.

Mo Gu had a slight smile on his face, but when he was stared at by Yang Ji's smiling eyes, he felt a little chill in his heart, and there was a hint of fear deep in his eyes.

It always feels that the person in front of it is too weird, as if it can see through it and make it hairy.

"Does the donor allow it?" Mo Gu spoke softly again, his voice was crisp, round, gentle and delicate.

Yang Ji smiled and nodded. He wanted to see what tricks it was playing, so he released his fingers and placed it on the ground.

Mogu sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together, and slowly closed his eyes, hiding a hint of cunning.

Soon, dozens of breaths passed, and Yang Ji said calmly: "Okay, the prayer is over, it's time to hit the road."

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and what he picked up was the old slough of Mo Gu. The Mo Gu hidden inside actually used the method of golden cicada to escape from its shell.

It turned out that the moment Yang Ji raised his hand with the old slough, his arm happened to cover the ground, creating a blind spot in the perspective. It took advantage of this gap and moved very fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached the entrance of the passage and was thrown down in the air.

A curse.

"Your uncle, you are just starting out. Do you really think I'm a fool for making elixirs for you in vain? The Buddha fed the eagle, but the eagle became my Buddha's mount. I made elixirs for you, but I didn't get any benefits, and I got a ride in vain.

Life, bah!"

"You are a devil who kills living beings. Buddha will punish you. Amitabha, my Buddha, is merciful and punishes evildoers."

Yang Ji was stunned for a while while holding onto Mo Gu Jiu Shei. Hearing the fragrant words coming from it, his face couldn't help but twitch.

"You think you can escape like this? It's really fantastic." Yang Ji chuckled, and the sword domain was released. Everything that his consciousness passed by was the sword domain.

Not long after, I saw the solitary demon running back in a hurry.

It was so anxious that its legs twisted into knots, like a trapped rat, running back and forth, trying to break through from one side.

But the sword domain was tightened, and the sword energy was pressing, constantly compressing its range of activities, leaving it unable to do anything.

Finally, because it was afraid of being hurt by the sword energy, it obediently ran back to Yang Ji's feet.

"Young man, you were so crazy just now! Can you try scolding me again?"

Yang Ji twisted its ears and lifted it up.

"My lord, please spare my life. You are so powerful. I, no, I, no, I don't dare to escape anymore."

His ears were pinched, and Mo Gu was shocked and suddenly began to wail bitterly.

"Huh, I'll use you to make an elixir now." Yang Ji ignored its pity and released the spiritual fire as soon as he spread his palms.

"Ah! No, Lord, you cannot harm a young child like this..."

"Ah! Devil, you are a devil!" As the spiritual fire in Yang Ji's palm came closer, Mo Gu burst into tears, extremely miserable.

"You are a devil. If you cut off my creation, kill me, and let me sink, the Buddha will definitely punish you. I thought that this holy saint was alone with a supreme Buddhist sutra, but I didn't expect that he was tortured before he became a Buddha. I am unwilling, unwilling.

!”

Mogu cried and cried.

"Supreme Buddhist scripture!" Yang Ji grabbed it in front of his eyes, and his eyes shot out divine light, which was captivating.

Two divine lights enveloped the demon, and its heart suddenly trembled.

Yang Ji said fiercely: "Tell me the Buddhist scriptures you practice, and maybe I will spare your life."

"The devil, he is really a devil! Before he died, he would squeeze me a lot before he would give up. Since I am destined to die anyway, why should I lose my moral integrity and beg for mercy from him?" Thinking like this in his heart, the devil showed a tragic expression.

look.

"Hey, little devil, how about we make a deal?"

Yang Ji suddenly said.

Seeing that it regarded death as if it were home and remained silent, Yang Ji continued to seduce:

"Oh, it's such a pity. It would be such a pity if I had a supreme Buddhist scripture refined into elixirs, my path of cultivation would be cut off, and I would be reduced to food for others. What a pity! God is jealous of such talented people!"

"It's a pity for you, uncle! It's a pity for you, the second uncle! You want to eat me, and you want to trick me into Buddhist scriptures, and you still pretend to pity me. You can't be bullied, you can't be humiliated, and you have a bottom line." Mo Gu was filled with grief and anger, and he cursed endlessly.

"Since you regard death as your home, then I will help you." Yang Ji snorted, and the spiritual fire in his palm suddenly rolled towards the demon. After only three breaths, it screamed in pain, "Ah, Lord, don't kill me."

, I am willing to speak Buddhist scriptures.”

"I thought you were so tough, but it turns out you are fierce in appearance and soft in heart." When Yang Ji heard this, he flicked its forehead, removed the spiritual fire, and said calmly, "Say it."

"Honored Lord, the deal you just mentioned..." Mo Gu asked weakly.

"You only have one chance. If you don't seize it, you are not qualified to propose a deal now. If you tell me the Buddhist scriptures, I might consider sparing your life. If you don't tell me, you will die. It's your choice." Yang Ji glanced at it and said.

"I said, I said." Mo Gu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he immediately nodded obediently, "Honored Lord, listen carefully, Xiao Gu is about to recite a shocking Sutra of Sutra, so please listen carefully.

"

"Well, tell me!" Yang Ji nodded and listened attentively.

But after more than ten breaths passed, Mo Gu's face turned red from holding back, as if he was constipated, but he didn't spit out a single word.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Yang Ji stared at it.
To be continued...