After this night, the relationship between Mu Fusheng and Youtan Hua seemed to have returned to its past, and the demon envoys began to speculate that Mu Fusheng had regained the heart of the Lord through some special skills.
Although Ao You was rudely thrown out by You Tan Hua, he was not at a loss as he relied on Mu Fusheng's "favor" to thrive among the demon sisters.
There was only one thing, he was told by Mu Fusheng: he could not change his true form at will to scare people.
That day, an old beggar limped to the foot of the Magic Mountain and looked around nervously.
The old beggar hesitated and did not dare to move forward, thinking: So this is the legendary magic mountain, but...it doesn't seem to have a door? Can I, the beggar, go up directly?
Fortunately, at this time, a magic envoy suddenly appeared and warned: "Who is it? This is a magic mountain. No one is allowed to enter without permission. Please report your name quickly."
When the old beggar saw the devil who was all dressed in black and shrouded in a layer of black mist, he was frightened and took a step back. After reacting, he tremblingly took out a pile of crumpled paper from the dirty clothes:
"Ah, I'm here to deliver a message. That's right...it's the Magic Mountain...that's right."
The magic envoy took over a letter that had been pinched and shapeless. On the envelope were written a few large and crooked characters: Personally signed by Brother Mu.
Seeing that the devil accepted the letter, the old beggar shook his legs and left quickly. If he didn't leave, he felt that his cold legs were about to break again.
In the past, there were always people who challenged Utanhua in Magic Mountain. These people were nothing more than various monks who claimed to be powerful. However, after they were instantly killed by Utanhua without exception, no one dared to do so for nearly two hundred years.
A letter has arrived.
This time, an ordinary old beggar came, and the magic envoy felt that this was quite strange.
Therefore, this matter quickly reached Cuiguo's ears. When Cuiguo saw that it was a letter to Mu Fusheng, he cautiously handed the letter to Youtanhua first.
Youtanhua stretched out his two fingers to hold the crumpled envelope, looked at it, and raised his eyebrows: Brother Mu? Tsk, tut, tut.
Then, she opened the envelope without hesitation.
This letter must have gone through many hands and passed through countless hands before it was finally delivered to the Magic Mountain, because the paper was dirty, wrinkled, and seemed to have been soaked by the rain.
This man told one thing in a nonsensical way: There was a monk with a very advanced level of cultivation who planned to kill all the Buddhist cultivators in Nanyin Temple by himself. He asked Mu Fusheng to come quickly.
We don’t know who the author of the letter is or who the monk is. The only known clue is Nanyin Temple.
Nanyin Temple is one of the few large temples among the 480 temples in Nanyang. These large temples have one thing in common, that is, they all enshrine a relic in the temple.
Relics were transformed by the fall of the Buddha. The greater the Buddha's attainment, the more relics he transformed into.
Youtanhua pushed the piece of paper in front of Cuiguo.
Cui Guo looked at it for a few times and said doubtfully: "Could this news be fabricated? Nanyin Temple is a large temple that guards a relic and has no less than a thousand Buddhist practitioners. If there is someone in Nanyang world who can kill the temple by one person, it will be inevitable.
It’s you, my lord.”
"I'm not that boring," Youtanhua glared at her, and then said: "Assuming that there really are monks with higher cultivation than the abbot of the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple, then they are just dog-eat-dogs among these bald donkeys, so why do you want to admire them?
After Fusheng passed by, I still called him "Big Brother Mu" so kindly. Could it be that it was a pig-killing tray? He was trying to deceive the young monk?"
Cui Guo was ashamed. How could the Lord think of this? She reminded carefully: "Master Mu doesn't seem to have much money..."
Youtanhua nodded as if enlightened: "It must be because of the young monk's beauty. This makes sense. Mu Fusheng is indeed very good."
"...What does the Lord mean?" Cui Guo felt that she was a little confused now and asked uncertainly.
"Just pretend that this didn't happen. I don't know what to believe." Udanhua smiled slyly.
Today, Ao You was hanging out among the demon sisters, but he heard an interesting thing:
"I heard that a dirty old beggar came today, and he actually came to deliver a letter. And it was for Zen Master Mu. The letter even called him Brother Mu. It was so affectionate."
"How can this be so? Since Master Mu is the Lord's servant, he must abide by his masculine virtues."
"He deserves to have his love letter taken away by the Lord."
Ao You was extremely depressed. The sisters of the Demon Envoy of the Magic Mountain were acting like lunatics from You Tan Hua, which made him lose all the fun of playing.
He wiltedly returned to Mu Fusheng and said sourly: "These days, monks are all sending love letters, but I don't even have a caring person to give birth to my little dragon."
"Amitabha," Mu Fusheng said with his hands clasped together, "Everything is determined, don't force it."
"..." Ao You was furious, "I mean you received the love letter..."
Mu Fusheng smiled and said, "Senior hasn't given it to me yet?"
"Huh? How did you know?" Ao You was shocked. How did Mu Fusheng know that the love letter was taken away by You Tanhua.
Mu Fusheng smiled and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, that's good, that's good."