The sword ghost suddenly turned around and shouted.

The old monk was so scared that he staggered, his face turned blue and he was extremely frightened, and he quickly did not dare to continue running away.

Not far away.

A monk with red lips and white teeth, pink and jade, wearing a monk's robe, looked only six or seven years old, blinked his black eyes and walked over curiously.

"Senior, who is Mi's mother?"

“Want to know?”

The sword ghost looked at the [reincarnated Living Buddha] in front of him, laughed strangely, touched his beard, and said, "Call him, Dad, I will tell you if you call him Dad!"

The little monk's heart sank, and evil aura appeared, but his face was full of smiles and said, "Dad, are you thirsty, do you want your son to pour you some water!"

He handed the kettle in his arms directly into the hands of the sword ghost.

The sword ghost was also quite surprised and unbelievable.

This little guy really calls his father?

Is it too unconscionable?

He took the kettle and started drinking it in big gulps. After drinking it, he smashed his mouth and said, "No, this water...why is this water a little wrong."

"Old thing, you're drinking your grandpa's urine."

The little monk smiled grimly and said to himself, "This urine also brings the world's lifeless poison [Eight Walks and Punishment]. After drinking it, no matter how powerful you are, you will lose all your skills and become a useless person, hahahaha..."

He looked like an honest baby on the surface, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Is it okay? Why is there any problem with this water?"

"No, there's a problem."

The sword ghost suddenly turned distorted, and he covered his stomach with his hands, looking extremely painful.

Just as the little monk was about to laugh, he saw a layer of dazzling black light suddenly burst out from the sword ghost, and he opened his mouth and squirted hard.

puff!

He forced out all the poisons of Babusan Gongsan, sprayed them in the distance, flying sand and stones, quickly smashing the rocks into pieces, turning them into pieces.

The little monk's face was stunned, and there was a hint of horror.

What level does this old nerve have reached?

Can this poison be forced out?

"I feel comfortable now, little monk, do you want to know who Mi's mother is?"

The sword ghost looked at the little monk with a smile.

"Who is it?"

The little monk shivered, tried to calm down, and asked.

"I won't tell you, hahaha..."

The sword ghost laughed loudly.

…

In the distant sky.

Ning Chuan was still holding the claws of the strange bird and rushing towards this dilapidated temple.

Along the way, the strange bird cursed and threw it a few times but failed to get Ning Chuan off. He had to roughly tell Ning Chuan about the situation encountered by the sword ghost.

Ning Chuan was shocked after hearing this.

The little baby who is the eleventh in the Tianjiao List [Reincarnated Living Buddha] Kong Ran is going to be handed over to the sword ghost to train by his elders? The sword ghost is going to hand over this little guy to himself?

What a joke?

However, there was something even more surprising to him.

That is, according to the strange bird, this little living Buddha is not a good thing at all!

Although this little guy is called a living Buddha, he was actually taken to the mountain by an old monk when he was six years old. He was born in the market before, and he was poor since childhood and had long been wise, so he had long been a ruffian character. Although he is only six years old now, he has already had everything.

In addition, he has now had a shocking cultivation level in the Dao Realm, and the entire Jinshan Temple has been terrible for him to suffer a disaster.

Those who can beat him dare not hit him.

Those who dare to beat him, but they can't beat him.

The Jinshan Temple has become a domineering person. It is often left secretly to the mountain to commit crimes. It is said that a Jinshan Village was established at the foot of the mountain. Eighteen heroes gathered in the village, each of which was the thief of the green forest he surrendered. He often harmed the people around him and robbed women. It was a bad thing.

This time, the old abbot of Jinshan Temple had no choice but to hand over the little living Buddha to the sword ghost for training.

However, the group of green forest thieves who were gathered by the little living Buddhas had long been subdued by the old abbot, and were directly ordained and castrated, becoming official monks of Jinshan Temple.

"The way of heaven is unfair. How could the monk Baiyun and Taoist Tieguan instill all their skills into this guy? He is so a little bastard!"

Ning Chuan was shocked.

"Who knows, maybe the Baiyun monk and the Iron-Crown Taoist you mentioned are not good things. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups."

The strange bird smiled.

"By the way, I can understand you that he cheated on him, but this 'prostitution' of eating, drinking, gamblers and gambling is a bit too much, right?"

Ning Chuan asked.

"Hehe, maybe this guy is very different from ordinary people. If you look back, you will know if he strips him naked."

The strange bird smiled.

It swelled its huge wings and, with a gust of wind, it soon arrived outside Jinshan Temple.

From a high altitude, the entire Jinshan Temple does not cover a large area.

Not so grand.

But it naturally looked like a vicissitudes of life, as if after the baptism of time, a solemn and serious aura spread out from the entire Jinshan Temple.

The strange bird let out a harsh and unpleasant roar, and its body quickly hovered down from the sky, heading towards the Vajra Temple.

Very far away, Ning Chuan saw a corridor below, and the sword ghost looked at the crowd of monks in front of him with a smile on his face.

These monks all looked sad and scratched their ears and heads, as if they were thinking about problems.

Ning Chuan immediately understood what was going on.

It must be the sword ghost asking questions again.

Inside the backyard of Jinshan Temple.

In an inconspicuous Zen room.

An old monk looked depressed and knelt down on the ground, looking at a thin figure sitting cross-legged in front of him, and said, "Master, that sword ghost is simply an old lunatic. I am afraid that it will not only not correct it, but it will also become more serious. Please think twice."

"Everything has a Dharma, everything has a condition, the law of fate has been destined, and the destiny of heaven cannot be changed, Amitabha Buddha."

The thin figure heard an old voice.

"Master?"

The old monk spoke again.

The thin figure is not saying anything.

The old monk's face changed and he sighed deeply, and had no choice but to get up and leave.

In the courtyard.

Ningchuan let go of the strange bird and his body quickly landed from mid-air.

The strange bird also landed on one side accordingly.

As soon as Ningchuan arrived, he stood beside the sword ghost, and the little living Buddha Kong Ran, who was like a curious baby, looked at Ningchuan with a cute look on his face, and his pink and jade-carved appearance was so cute.

Ning Chuan was slightly stunned when he saw the little guy.

Could this be the little living Buddha?

"Hehehe, how about it? Did you think it out? What is the answer? Who is Mi's mother? Who is Mi's father? Who is Mi's grandmother? Hehehe... can't even think it out?"

The sword ghost laughed loudly, extremely proud.

"senior…"

Ning Chuan walked over and bowed.

"Boy Ning, you are finally here!"

The sword ghost jumped up suddenly and said with a smile, "These questions are indeed the most powerful questions in the world. None of these little thieves can answer them, hahaha..."

He suddenly reacted and said, "By the way, boy, I'll leave you with something. From now on, you will be in the world and bring this kid with you."

He waved his hand gently to Air Flame and called him.

Kong Lan immediately walked over honestly. From the outside, he looked like an ordinary farmer's child, honest and dull, with his hands raised and saluted Ningchuan.

"Amitabha, the little monk Kongran has met the donor."
To be continued...