Chapter 67 Going Home

Back in the cave, I saw Dabao sitting in front of the stone table. On the table, there was a bamboo basket covered with green cloth.

The big treasure who has always been wearing only a fast fig leaf is now wearing a gray monk's robe and stepping on straw shoes, which makes Liu Xia stunned for a long time.

"Senior, what are you?"

"Ha ha, this seven-color fairy grass has been obtained, and it is meaningless to stay here again. Before leaving the master's door, the master told me to go down the mountain and travel more. Now, with a wish, it's natural to leave.

Dabao is right.

"Well, is the senior going to go there?" Liu Xia asked curiously.

"I'm thinking about how big the world is, where can there be no place for poor monks to live?"

With that, Dabao took out a wooden box, put it on the table and continued:

"According to you and I said, this seven-color fairy grass is half for each person. The rest is here. Remember, only the leaves of the seven-color fairy grass are useful, and the remaining rhizomes are highly poisonous. There is no solution in the world. If you use it in the future, be more careful.

"Well, half is enough? If the seniors are useful, you might as well take them all.

Dabao was stunned and said with a happy smile, "One leaf is enough for such a fairy. This is superfluous, you can take it at ease. By the way, Lao Tu once said that you and I are very close to each other. You don't have to call me seniors in the future. How about our brothers?

"If you don't dislike it, I will naturally ask for it."

Liu Xia smiled and knew a brother of Cihang Yinzong, which was not a bad thing.

Dabao is also cheerful, and the two of them pick up the soil for fragrance.

"My name is Liu Xia. I am a disciple of Yunzong. I am 15 years old this year."

"The poor monk Dabao, a disciple of Cihang Yinzong, is 18 years old this year."

"What, you're only eighteen years old?"

Liu Xia asked in surprise.

"Cut, you are called by a senior. It's none of my business."

Liu Xia smiled helplessly. It seemed that she had been teased by this bear.

However, I was secretly shocked.

At the age of 18, Dabao is already the peak of martial arts. Of course, the physique of his spirit beast has a lot to do with it. In this way, it can also be seen that Cihang Yinzong is really superior in strength.

I'm really just a frog in the well. If you know that in this world, you can hide dragons and crouching tigers.

It seems that after the matter of seeing Yunzong, we must go down the mountain to travel.

"Hey, nerd. Be devout when worshipping God.

Dabao pushed Liu Xia and said.

Liu Xia knew that he was about his age, so he was naturally no longer afraid of him and pushed him.

The two of them laughed.

"The Buddha is above, and my Dabao (Liu Xia) would like to make friends with Liu Xia (Dabao). I don't want to be born on the same day in the same month, but I want to die on the same day in the same month.

After worshiping, Liu Xia hugged his fist and said, "Big brother!"

Dabao laughed and said, "Brother."

The two of them stood up as they talked and laughed.

After sitting down again, Liu Xia asked curiously, "Brother, generally monks don't have a legal name or something. Don't you know what the name of the eldest brother is?"

"Why are you talking about this? By the way, where are you going next?"

Dabao changed the topic and asked curiously.

"I have to go back to Yunzong to deal with some urgent matters. Brother, how about you?"

Dabao looked disdainful, stared at a pair of dark eyes, and said meaningfully, "What's the emergency? Is there a little girl in the sect that you care about? Big brother knows!"

"Well, aren't you a monk?"

Liu Xia said with a black line.

"Amitabha, what's wrong with the monk? Can't a monk talk about women? Wasn't Buddha born by a woman?"

Dabao said righteously.

"Okay, if Buddha knew that there was such an apprentice as you, he would have to commit suicide."

Liu Xia laughed.

"How about this? Anyway, brother, you are also free. Come and see Yunzong with me. Is it different to travel there?

Liu Xia thought that it would not be peaceful on the way back this time. It's always good to call a hitter.

"See Yunzong?"

Dabao hesitated for a moment and nodded and said, "Well, you are very lucky. You will get the seven-color fairy grass that the poor monk hasn't got for two years. Maybe I can follow you and find Ruyi Tianzhu.

When Liu Xia heard the name, she was suddenly stunned.

He has heard of Ruyi Tianzhu, which is the same level as the seven-color fairy grass.

I heard that it can only grow in the land of flames to help people burn bone marrow.

Dabao is now at the peak of the martial arts teacher. Looking for this thing must be preparing for him to step into Wuzong.

"Ruyi Tianzhu, seven-color fairy grass. Brother, are you going to refine the underworld elixir?

Liu Xia asked curiously.

"Yes, the poor monk's cultivation has improved too fast, and the foundation is not solid, but now it is stuck at this critical threshold. If you can find a famous magic elixir, you will be a little sure to step into Wuzong.

Dabao sighed and said quietly. It seemed that he had a lot of effort to find this dark magic elixir.

No matter who it is, no matter how qualified it is, it will not be smooth sailing on the long journey of cultivation.

The road against the sky is not so easy to go.

"Listen to my master, entering the master is the beginning of cultivation. Now that I have stepped into the master with one foot, I feel that what the master said is really good. Entering the master, people can finally break free from the shackles of their bodies and enter a new realm. Unfortunately, the poor monk looked at this state in front of him, but he always couldn't touch it. Well, I hope I really have the luck to become the elixir of the underworld. Otherwise, there will be no breakthrough in a short period of time.

Liu Xia nodded and said, "Brother, don't worry, I will try my best to find it for you."

When Dabao heard this, he said with great relief, "Speaking of this matter, I have to remind you. To practice, you still need to walk step by step. Your qualifications are top-notch among mortals. Don't learn from the poor monk. Relying on his high talent, his cultivation soared all the way, but ignored the foundation. Now it's stuck here. It's really uncomfortable. I think it's better to use less in the future. Wake yourself up all the time, don't be too proud. It is the right way to burn your muscles and bones and work your body and mind.

After listening to it, Liu Xia was naturally very grateful.

His cultivation has indeed improved rapidly along the way, but some basic cultivation has been ignored because of time.

I'm afraid it will take more time to remedy it in the future.

"Thank you, big brother."

"Let's go and go."

Saying this, Dabao took a look at Liu Xia, took out a monk's robe from his basket and handed it to him, "Put this on, and be careful that others regard you as a savage."

Liu Xia just looked down and smiled awkwardly.

The night coat he is wearing has long become a rag in a series of fierce battles. Now he wears his upper body, and his lower trousers are also a rag, which is no different from a beggar.

Especially his bald ladle, which is indeed a little embarrassing.

After putting on the monk's robe, he looked like a monk with the bald ladle.

Dabao laughed, took out a hat and put it on him.

He turned around and walked to the stone bed, took a deep breath, and punched down.

"Boom"

With a loud noise, the stone bed cracked and the dust flew.

At this moment, Liu Xia saw a dark Panlong Zen stick lying in a pile of rocks.

The Zen stick is as thick as a forearm, and it is dark, but it is engraved with many runes and very strange Buddhist scriptures.

Eight golden dragons, hovering on the Zen stick, lifelike, as if any one is about to come out.

But if you take a look, you will know that this is a good thing. Maybe it's a mysterious soldier or something.

Liu Xia couldn't help sighing that Cihang Yinzong is really a big family.

This is a traveling disciple, since there will be Xuanbing to defend himself.

Because only when you reach the master-level yin and yang master, you can choose a specialty to continue your study.

Those specializations can be divided into demons, poisons, holy hands, sacrifices, forging, etc.

Condensing demons is refining charms, and poison is specializing in the study of poisons.

The holy hand is naturally a hanging pot to help the world, and the sacrifice is of course a magic weapon.

Forging is forging weapons.

And magic weapons and weapons are divided into five levels, each of which has three stages, with a total of fifteen levels, which are:

Xuanqi, fairy spirit, artifact, innate spiritual treasure, the supreme of heaven.

Although it can be spiritualized after reaching the eighth level of martial arts, it is every dream to have a weapon forged by a master-level yin and yang master.

Although the phantom spiritual soldiers are extremely sharp, cutting iron like mud.

However, even compared with the lowest level of mysterious weapons, Lingbing is a scum.

Because the Great Onmyoji forges weapons, which can improve people's attack power during the battle.

For example, the heavenly power in Liu Xia's hand.

And the magic weapon is even more wonderful. Whether it is the magic weapon of attack or the magic weapon of defense, it will benefit the monks.

The string of auspicious cloud bracelets on Liu Xia's wrist is a kind of magic weapon.

However, magic weapons and weapons are things that can't be encountered.

After all, making a magic weapon or weapon is more complicated than refining elixir.

Some yin and yang masters may become a magic weapon or weapon for a lifetime.

That thing can't be bought with money.

That's why Liu Xia sighed that Cihang Yinzong was really extraordinary.

"This Zen stick is called Panlong. It was forged by my master himself. Xuan Bing is superior."

Dabao smiled with a proud smile, but he skipped the natural power thrown in a corner and said slightly jealously:

"However, it's far worse than your sword."

Liu Xia didn't expect that Dabao would study weapons, but he really came from the origin of this sword. He asked, "Do you know the origin of my sword?"

"Oh, I'm ashamed. Poor monks have loved magic weapons since childhood. Because of his physique, he had no choice but to choose martial arts. But I do a lot of research on these. Otherwise, you won't know at a glance that your bracelet can avoid poison, so you dare to let you get the seven-color fairy grass. However, the poor monk can't see the level of your sword. In this case, if it is not ordinary iron, it must be a good thing. Don't you know the origin of this sword?

Liu Xia shook her head blankly.

Dabao also smiled helplessly. He wrapped the Zen stick with a black cloth, carried the basket on his back, and put on the hat and said, "Let's go while it's dark."

Liu Xia answered, tied Tianquan behind him, put on a bamboo hat, and the two left the cave.

Standing outside the waterfall, Dabao looked back reluctantly. Obviously, after living here for two years, he had some feelings.

He put his hands together and bowed respectfully before following Liu Xia out of the woods.

"See Yunzong, I'm back."

Liu Xia looked at the bright stars in the sky and couldn't help saying, because he knew that what was waiting for him next was a bloody storm.