But what the other party said surprised Chu Mo.

The killing is too heavy? The magic power is limited? What does it mean? Chu Mo thought about it and felt that his killing is indeed quite heavy.

However, these murderous sins were not what he wanted to create, and they were almost involuntarily.

At this time, a young bald monk walked out of the small temple. The bald monk had a very kind face, with clear eyebrows and gentle light in his eyes. He looked at Chu Mo and his hands folded.

"Little Monk Xudu, I have met the donor."

Chu Mo nodded and said to the young monk: "I'm down to Chu Xiaohei."

The young monk smiled slightly and said, "The name is just a title, and it doesn't matter what it is." As he said, his eyes looked at Chu Mo softly and said, "The donor came here, but what's wrong?"

"Oh?" Chu Mo looked at the young monk: "What do you say? You can't come here without anything?"

"Haha, the donor misunderstood, the little monk has no intention." The young monk smiled slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his soft eyes, which fell on Chu Mo: "The little monk felt that the donor seemed to be worried, but this was the direction of the Buddhist sect. Under normal circumstances, for the sake of living people... no one would come to Buddhism unless it was for the sake of a dead relative..."

Chu Mo listened calmly, but the more he listened, the more he became more and more shocked. He didn't expect that this young monk was so wise. However, this gave Chu Mo a very uncomfortable feeling. There was no reason, it was purely an instinct.

It was like a rooster with bright fur. I saw a similar kind of person with equal bright fur. The repulsion and dislike were all from the heart.

"I heard that Buddhist disciples are pure in six senses and are cautious in their words and actions. Why did they get to the young master's place, but they are a little different?" Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the young monk. It was the first time he had fought back against the monk.

From the moment we met, all the rhythm was in the hands of this young monk. Now Chu Mo finally couldn't help but launch a counterattack. He didn't want to be led by the other party.

Xu Du was indeed slightly stunned, then looked at Chu Mo deeply and said, "Donor thinks the little monk is troublesome?"

"So what?" Chu Mo said lightly: "Who dares to say that his mind has no distractions in the turbid world? But since the little master has entered a monk, he should be more transparent than others. You first disturbed my mind with scriptures, and then appeared to disturb my thoughts. Here, I want to ask you, what do you want to do?"

The young monk Xu Du was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "No wonder my master kept saying that I couldn't practice at home. I was still quite dissatisfied. Now it seems that I really couldn't get home."

As he said that, the soft light in his eyes disappeared, and replaced by a sharp look in his eyes. He looked at Chu Mo with his eyes like a knife: "I heard from the master that a young saint has visited recently. The little monk was quite dissatisfied. There are only thieves in this world, so how can a saint come from? Now, seeing that the donor is full of murder, he has no chance of being a saint. But according to the master's words, that person should be you. Therefore, the little monk is not convinced and wants to ask for advice!"

Young saint?

Chu Mo's face was strange, thinking that he was talking about himself? It was too exaggerated, right? He himself did not have this kind of awareness. A young saint is just a young man full of confusion. So what this person is talking about must not be himself.

Xu Du said, and directly posed a starting position, and his aura suddenly burst out.

A faint aperture appeared faintly along the back of Xu Du's head.

This is the result of the fruit position!

Chu Mo was a little surprised. In order to make this trip go smoothly, he studied Buddhism a lot and knew that some of the great monks in Buddhism had a aperture to protect their bodies. The more profound the power of Buddhism, the clearer the aperture.

But generally speaking, it is already very impressive that the aperture can appear behind the head!

Generally, it is at least a hundred-year-old monk who can appear as a fruit position. It is quite rare for a young monk to appear as a fruit position at the age of this young monk.

"Let's take action!" Xu Du shouted in a deep voice.

"Why did I fight you? You're inexplicable!" Chu Mo frowned and looked at Xu Du: "Are you stupid in your cultivation? Do I have a grudge against you?"

"No hatred." Xu Du replied.

"Are you resentful?" Chu Mo asked again.

"No resentment." Xu Du replied.

"No grievances or grudges, why should I fight you?" Chu Mo rolled his eyes.

"It's just because you are a murderer, but you are regarded as a young saint. I have been practicing hard since I was a child and will not hurt mosquitoes and ants. But my master said that I will never become a saint!" Xu Du said sternly: "I don't accept it!"

As he said that, he punched Chu Mo directly.

The punch was so strong that it was like a mountain crashing towards it.

Chu Mo flashed, avoided Xu Du's punch, and then said in a deep voice: "You recognized the wrong person, I am not a young saint."

"I have a pair of wise eyes, and I won't read it wrong. Don't escape, take action!" Xu Du punched again, his voice coldly.

Chu Mo dodged away again: "You have a brain disease!"

"Don't avoid it, take the call!" Xu Du let out a cold shout again.

There were repeated again and again and again.

Chu Mo casually knocked the boxing of the three talents of heaven, earth, man and man to go back to the past.

With a bang, it collided with Xu Du's punch and made a muffled sound. A huge energy burst out in all directions.

Except for the small temple that seemed to be blessed by the magic circle, the mountains in the distance were instantly flattened by this force.

Chu Mo's figure took a few steps back; Xu Du's figure took a dozen steps back!

Xu Du's fair face turned red, as if he looked at Chu Mo in disbelief. He couldn't understand why his Mahayana cultivation level was inferior to a cultivator in the God Refining Stage in terms of strength.

Chu Mo looked at Xu Du: "Are you still fighting?"

In fact, Chu Mo was also very shocked. Although he saw that his punch shocked Xu Du, Xu Du did not suffer any damage, and that just now, Xu Du did not use all his strength. If the other party used all his strength, he might not be able to shake Xu Du out more than ten steps.

This monk is not simple!

Xu Du shook his head slowly and murmured: "Master is right. The young saint is indeed extraordinary. Even I... am not an opponent."

Chu Mo was covered in black and thought to himself, "I am a young saint." Let's not talk about it for now, but you, the little monk... are really narcissistic about yourself."

"I'll take you to see my master." Xu Du hesitated for a moment, raised his head, looked at Chu Mo and said.

"Your master?" Chu Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, my master is the contemporary sect leader of Buddhism. Didn't you come here just to see my master?" Xu Du's eyes showed a soft look again, and his whole body seemed to have completely restored his previous peace.

Until under Xu Du's leadership, Chu Mo could not believe that his trip to Buddhism would be so smooth.

It even went so smoothly that it made him feel a little incredible!

"I already know your purpose, but." The kind-hearted and kind-hearted old monk looked at Chu Mo with a gentle face and said lightly-
Chapter completed!