Chapter 229 The blade is in hand, I have the world
In the next few days, the Luo family chose auspicious days to start the ceremony of Ali's succession.
Ji Mo, on the other hand, could not leave the house and was refining the ninth-grade elixir for Ah Li in his room.
The little girl is greedy and has to do more this time because he is leaving.
Ji Mo could understand why the elders of the Luo family considered him a thorn in the side. After all, who could tolerate the head of his family obeying the advice of an outsider?
Ah Li has now begun to learn to take charge of the Luo family. It is time for him to take charge of the family and take charge of his own affairs.
After refining enough elixirs, Ji Mo wrote several scriptures silently and called Huineng over.
"Monk, I'm very optimistic about you!"
Ji Mo patted Huineng's shoulder and spoke seriously.
"Mr. Ji, if you have any orders, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."
Feeling the trust in Ji Mo's eyes, Huineng felt extremely honored.
Ji Mo picked up the four scriptures on the table and stuffed them all into Huineng's hands.
The four sutras are the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, the Surangama Sutra, and the Lotus Sutra, all of which are the supreme classics of Buddhism.
"Mr. Ji, are these all given to me?"
Hui Neng's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He knew Ji Mo's handwriting very well, and it could not be a mortal thing.
Sure enough, when I opened a page at random, I was immediately hit by the vast Buddhist rhyme, bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the supreme subtlety of Buddhism was presented in my mind.
The Buddha's light lingered around his body, and a bright halo appeared on his head. The whole person looked solemn and solemn, as if the Buddha had come to the world.
This is a unique scripture. This is a unique scripture!
Even if one page of it is circulated, it will be enough for all forces to fight to the death and take possession of it at all costs.
Now I have four thick pieces!
Huineng was so happy that he almost fainted. As expected, he would be generously rewarded if he worked hard for Mr. Ji.
"Monk, read these scriptures carefully and understand them thoroughly. Read them to Ali more often on weekdays. The little girl is still young. You need to keep your soul pure and not be polluted by the worldly world."
Ji Mo's old father's heart is overflowing, and everything is for Ali's sake.
He didn't want Ali to grow up in the future and go astray.
"Mr. Ji, don't worry. With these scriptures, Ali Dao's heart will be pure and pure, and he will always maintain his innocent childlike innocence."
Huineng patted his chest and assured.
Ji Mo explained many more details that needed to be paid attention to, especially reminding Huineng to have a good relationship with Tianma and Tianpeng. Finally, he left a large amount of pills and quietly left the Luo family.
"When it's over, I brushed off my clothes and hid my body and name. Mr. Ji's realm is truly unfathomable!"
Hui Neng's face was full of emotion, he was envious of Luo Li for being so loved by Ji Mo, and how everything was clearly arranged.
Then he was also glad that he could meet Ji Mo. With these scriptures, he believed that it would not take long to enter the imperial realm, and even the mortal realm.
However, Huineng was a little confused as to why Ji Mo emphasized that he should have a good relationship with Tianma Tianpeng. Is there any hint in it?
He fell into deep thought.
…
Ji Mo embarked on his way home.
When I came here I rode on a canopy, as fast as the wind, but when I came back I had to walk hard.
However, he enjoyed it very much and regarded it as a trip.
Ji Mo passed through a city that day.
The place was full of exotic customs, which made him linger and visit around the city.
After shopping for a long time, he was hungry and planned to buy some snacks to fill his stomach, but when he touched his pocket, he felt cold inside.
Let me go!
Where is my money?
Ji Mo opened his pocket and found a hole that had appeared at some point. It was a mark of being cut by a sharp weapon.
It was obvious that the money had been stolen.
It was like he was struck by lightning, his money was gone, and his journey home was slow. How could he go back without any money?
"Don't let me catch you thief who has been stabbed a thousand times, or I will break three of your legs."
Ji Mo gritted his teeth.
The world is declining, and that bastard thief actually spares a poor person like himself. He is really not a human being.
I also resent myself for not being alert enough when I go out.
Just then.
A palm patted Ji Mo's shoulder hard.
Ji Mo turned around and frowned.
"Young man, I see that you are gifted and have a wonderful skeleton. You are an unparalleled genius. Meeting each other is fate. I am willing to form a good relationship with you..."
An old man with an immortal spirit and gray hair appeared in front of Ji Mo.
Then he skillfully took out a yellowed ancient book and said mysteriously: "This is the Sword Master..."
Ji Mo didn't wait for the other party to finish, and said expressionlessly: "Don't use fakes to fool people!"
Huh, how could he believe this trick and fool a three-year-old child?
The old man had a sneer on his face and was a little surprised. He didn't understand that the other party didn't even look at it, so he concluded that his sword manual was fake. It seemed to have something to it.
He was heartbroken and decided that he could not let go of the child, so he took out a real thing and introduced it: "This is a copybook written by the calligrapher Wen Shaosheng. If you can understand the awe-inspiring meaning contained in it, it will be of endless use to you throughout your life!"
"That's it?"
Ji Mo glanced at it and found that it was not as good as his own writing, with a look of contempt on his face.
If this kind of calligraphy can be called a saint, then doesn't he deserve to be called the God of Calligraphy?
It's definitely a fake.
"I have other good things, too."
Seeing Ji Mo turning around to leave, the old man wanted to take out other things.
He didn't understand that this person actually didn't even look down on the copybooks of calligraphy sage Wen Shaosheng. He had such a high level of vision.
"Don't take out the trash and make it look embarrassing. Is there any money-making treasure?"
Ji Mo asked.
"Don't tell me, I happen to have such a unique treasure. With it, you will have inexhaustible wealth!" the old man said in a low voice.
"Endless wealth? Are you kidding me?"
Ji Mo snorted coldly, feeling that this liar really dared to tell any lies.
"Young man, today I will open your eyes."
The old man looked around and found that no one was paying attention. He turned his hand and an object appeared between his fingers.
Ji Mo's eyes widened. What kind of rare treasure was this? It was clearly a small rusty blade.
The old man saw the disdain in Ji Mo's eyes and said, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly. I have the blade in my hand, and I have it all in the world."
As he spoke, there was a flash of cold light, and he raised the knife and dropped it, instantly creating a hole in Ji Mo's pocket.
"With this magical weapon, I can cut people's pockets and make money without any effort."
The old man said proudly, very satisfied with his superb skills.
Ji Mo looked at the two almost identical cuts on his pocket, and his face suddenly turned gloomy.
"What do you want to do?"
The old man felt that something was wrong with Ji Mo's expression, and then when he saw the two cracks in the opponent's pocket, his heart suddenly "thumped".
"You bastard, you are the one who cut my pocket and stole my money."
Ji Mo looked ferocious and reached out to grab the old man.
"Oops, I was discovered, but if you dare to attack me, you are asking for trouble."
The old man decided not to pretend anymore. Since there was no way to deceive him, he had no choice but to use violence to rob him openly. He had to grab the other person's belongings.