A handsome young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, red lips and white teeth.

At this moment, the little monk was holding a relic emitting a faint red light and talking to himself:

"Why is it only so bright?"

Huh ~

The air roared, and the cold dragon hung down the huge dragon's head. An Qisheng walked down, stepping on the air like stepping on the ground.

"Little monk, we're meeting again."

An Qisheng smiled slightly. This little monk was naturally Huiguo.

Huiguo, a young monk from Longxiang Fa Temple who killed bandits all over the mountain for a donkey in Snake King Mountain a few months ago.

It was no different from that time, when he could see the realm of this little monk at a glance.

He condensed meridians such as hands, feet, and torso, and could become small circles, but it did not condense. It was obviously intended to achieve the qi meridians of the Great Wall.

"Have the donor."

Huiguo came to his senses. Although An Qisheng's white hair turned black at this time, and his whole body seemed to be no bigger than him, he still recognized him at first glance.

He turned over and got down. While the little flower donkey was rolling over, he fell softly to the ground, his limbs twitched and rolled his eyes, but he was so scared that he fainted.

He pinched the red relic and walked around An Qisheng for a few times. Looking at the faint red light on it, he looked at An Qisheng in confusion:

"Master An has made great progress over the past year, is it because of the Spirit-Snatching Magical Art?"

Huiguo was very surprised.

His name in An Qisheng has been well known this year. In fact, he has also been looking for An Qisheng for several months.

He originally thought that An Qisheng was able to be promoted at such a fast speed by practicing the magic trick of snatching the spirit.

But I didn't expect that the red light on this relics was still so weak.

"Little monk, you are too reckless."

An Qisheng glanced at the little monk who seemed to be a little stubborn and said lightly:

"With your martial arts, I can poke you to death with just one finger. Even if I practice the Spirit-Snatching Demon Art, what can you do?"

"It seems that Mr. An has not practiced this magic skill."

Huiguo breathed a sigh of relief and clasped her hands together and said:

"Even if Master An really practices this magic skill, he will not kill the little monk."

"He knows his heart?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows, thoughts and asked again:

"What about now?"

Longxiangfa Temple was also a major sect comparable to Huangjue Temple and Jishen Sect seven hundred years ago. The many martial arts it passed down were naturally extremely magical.

He had seen this martial arts when he was dreaming of Huiguo, and even learned it.

It is called Other Heart Communication, which means that after the Heart Sutra is condensed, it can understand the good intentions and malicious martial arts of others.

"Are the donor?"

Huiguo's eyes widened, quite surprised.

If it weren't for watching, he would have thought there was no one in front of him.

After he had practiced for a long time, he could not feel any emotion in his heart.

"The donor has a deep spiritual cultivation."

After being shocked, Huiguo expressed her admiration.

"After all, we can't have a thought."

An Qisheng shook his head.

There is no good or evil spirit, there is good or evil spirit movement, and only when his intention is not calmed down will he be noticed by Huiguo. If he cannot have a thought, let alone the other mind of Huiguo, even the other mind of the immortals and Buddhas in the legend cannot be sensed at all.

"Little monk, your relic is well perceived, and the magic trick of snatching the spirit is on me."

After sighing, An Qisheng replied softly.

While speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked.

But the words were not what Huiguo said, but another monk who was walking from a distance.

That was a middle-aged monk who also wore a moon-white monk's robe.

He has a tall and slender figure, a face like a jade, eyes like morning stars, and his eyebrows are slender. His handsomeness is not as good as Huiguo, and he is even more than that.

There is a long-standing saying in the world.

It is said that there are not many heroes in the world who are handsome, but there are no one who is ugly in the descendants of Longxiang Dharma Temple.

It has been like this for seven hundred years, and it has been like this.

"Amitabha."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and bowed slightly:
Chapter completed!