Normally, there are always some young monks chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name inside and outside the hall.
Today, it is too quiet.
Feng Du quickly followed and smiled when he heard the words:
"Maybe they lost something and went out to look for it."
When it comes to the internal affairs of the Ding Zen sect, Bai Song wisely avoided the topic.
As the two talked, they arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Just as they were about to step out of the sect protection formation, Feng Du suddenly asked:
"I wonder if the two attendants of Master Bai have ever seen a strange-looking little pet?"
Although he was talking to Bo Song, his eyes fell on the two of them.
What the hell is this spiritual pet?
Meng Jin cursed indignantly in his heart, saying that he was simply looking for trouble.
Seeing that his eyes were still on him, Meng Jin said coldly:
"Spiritual pet? I've never seen one before. What kind of spiritual pet is it? I'll go to the Yunhuang Mountains and catch one for you. Do you want one?"
Feng Du looked at the eccentric female attendant with a smile, without responding.
For a moment, Meng Jin couldn't figure out what this guy was planning.
Bo Song, who only knew a little about the inside story, was startled.
Although her face was expressionless, she tightened her grip around the alchemy furnace.
Meng Bodu, with his beard, didn't even raise his eyelids and completely ignored the Buddhist disciple.
Feng Du noticed the reactions of the few people and sighed helplessly:
"In that case, I have offended you."
After saying that, he stepped out of the sect protection formation, stood outside and looked deeply at the few people who were stationed inside the formation.
Bo Song...took a few steps under pressure.
No one knew the significance of Feng Du's action better than her.
This sect protection formation is very similar to that of the Shenmu clan.
If someone who is not a Zen monk steals something from the Zen sect, it will trigger the formation...
Feng Du became suspicious of them.
That's why he took the lead and stepped out of the formation alone.
At this moment, if she made any move to step back, she would be taken away by the swarm of little monks.
So...she has to take this step.
In a flash, Bai Song suddenly remembered the words of his ancestor.
She paused, looked at someone outside the formation who was smiling and welcoming people, and suddenly a sense of heroism rose in her heart.
You wicked, chattering Buddhist, I'll kill you when I get out!
When he was about to cross the sect protection formation, the uneasiness in Bai Song's heart was suddenly soothed by a familiar spiritual power.
A moment later, Baisong stood in front of Fengdu unharmed.
She held the alchemy furnace in her arms with one hand.
She looked up at the chatterbox's handsome face with a smile.
She hooked her index finger at him, signaling him to lower his head.
"Here, I'll give you something."
Feng Du had already set his sights on the two people who were about to come out, but upon hearing this, he could only lean forward slightly and look at his old friend in confusion.
"That's... embarrassing. What is that?"
Bo Song punched him in the eye with lightning speed.
Bang--
Bo Song retracted his fist, smiled and said: "I'll give you a big black eye!"
The severe pain in his left eye and the rapid swelling of his eye caught Feng Du off guard.
He covered his eyes and looked at his old friend with an indescribable expression.
Then, while no one was paying attention, he secretly glanced around.
As expected, a few familiar spiritual power fluctuations came.
Being ridiculed.
As a Buddhist disciple of the Zen school, he was destined to endure more than the average person...
Seeing that the two people behind him also escaped the sect protection formation safely, Feng Du's expression became a little more real.
Looking at the three people who turned and left, Feng Du glanced sadly in a certain direction within the formation.
Then he quickly caught up with them.
"Master Bai, listen to my excuses, bah, listen to my explanation!"
Hearing that he was about to start defending his behavior, Bai Song didn't even stop and continued on his way as fast as he could.
Seeing this, Feng Du smiled bitterly.
He didn't want to do this to his best friend, but it was not something he could control.
after all......
For a sect, the angry escape of a sacred object is truly fatal.
Seeing the three figures about to disappear, Feng Du gritted his teeth and shouted:
"One hundred thousand spiritual crystals!!"
No response.
Fengdu's heart was bleeding.
Although he was a Buddhist disciple of the Dingchan sect, he was born with a love for money, and one hundred thousand spirit crystals were like asking for his life.
How many fortune-telling jobs would I have to do for others to earn back the money?
But for this hard-earned friendship, he gave it his all.
"Five hundred thousand!! No more..."
I thought Bo Song would still ignore him, but then a cool voice came from the front:
"Hurry up and catch up—"
The lost expression suddenly changed. Feng Du rubbed his sore left eye and came to Bai Song's side in the blink of an eye.
"I knew you wouldn't leave me alone, my friend..."
Bai Song looked at the Buddhist disciple whose temperament suddenly changed, and she extended her hand indifferently.
I act like I won’t say a word to you until I see the spirit crystal.
Feng Du saw this familiar action and subconsciously took a step back.
Then, as if he thought of something, he abruptly stopped running backwards.
With a sad expression, he took out a storage ring from his large sleeve.
"Five hundred thousand..."
Just like that, it's gone.
Seeing that he was still reluctant to let go, Bo Song snatched the ring away impatiently.
"Stop dithering. If you lose your spirit crystals, you can earn more. But if you lose your friends, you'll be left with no friends."
After Bo Song finished speaking, he threw the storage ring into the alchemy furnace.
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