The words were already on the verge of his mouth, but there seemed to be something choked in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.
Xiao Nan was not surprised, coughed a few times, but still couldn't speak.
He was taken aback and thought to himself.
Could it be that he was not paying attention that day, and was restrained by the Buddha.
Xiaonan has no desire to cry, no tears, Buddha son, Buddha son, you are too shady.
It is actually not the first time that Zitang Su has prohibited this kind of thing from others.
Earlier, when Hong Mingyue wanted to harm Ye Lingyue, Zitangsu put a restraint on him, which caused Hong Mingyue to feel extremely painful every time he wanted to harm Ye Lingyue.
Compared with Hong Mingyue's ignorance, Monk Xiao Nanwu was extremely lucky to be Ye Lingyue's scapegoat.
Besides, Zitangsu discovered that the restraint was very useful, and he was familiar with it once and twice. If he wanted to let Ye Lingyue get to his current situation, he would say it himself, so why bother to use other people's mouths.
Ye Lingyue thought it was a bit funny seeing Monk Xiaonanwu blushing, faltering, unable to explain why for a long time.
"Forget it, even I can't find the whereabouts of Master Zi, let alone you, a monk who doesn't care about world affairs. If you want to ask me, just say it, and don't use my Master Zi as an excuse. But then again, I will help you answer The Zen machine is fine, but if I solve it, you have to pay me."
Ye Lingyue put on a businesslike tone.
"Ahem, monks don't lie, Master Ye, it's not that I want to blackmail you, but because I can't help myself. This is that sentence of Zen, please read it."
As Xiao Nanwu said, he took out a piece of paper.
That day Xiao Nanwu got a reminder from Zitang Su, and copied that sentence down.
When entering the eyes, it is a neat line of Xiaozhuan: a tree is not a tree, and a leaf cannot block the eyes.
These words have no beginning or end, and Ye Lingyue looked at them with a half-knowledge, not knowing what they meant.
She shook her head helplessly.
"I'm sorry, Xiaonanwu, I don't understand what this sentence means."
Even Ye Lingyue didn't know, Xiao Nanwu scratched his head, and came up with a compromise.
"Since Benefactor Ye really can't think of it, there's nothing I can do about it, but I would like to ask Benefactor Ye to discuss it with me. The lineage of Shengquan Temple wants to enter the Ninth Abyss with Benefactor Ye to find the whereabouts of the Nine Layers of Jade Cleaning Willow. "
When Xiao Nanwu said that, Ye Lingyue became vigilant.
"Well, you Xiaonanwu monk, after all, you actually want to rob Yujingliu from me. Other things are easy to talk about, but I can't give you Yujingliu. I promised Guan Lao that I must Take Yujing Liu back to refine the Spring Return Talisman."
Not only that, but Ye Lingyue also needs to use the planting soul of Jiuchong Yujing Liu to awaken the Xuanyin God Seal in her body. Naturally, she cannot share it with others. Of course, Ye Lingyue will not tell Xiao Nanwu about this.
"Don't get me wrong, Lord Ye. Nanwu is not trying to snatch Yujing willow. The lineage of Shengquan Temple only wants the nectar from the willow branches of Yujing willow. I don't want much, just ten drops."
Monk Xiaonanwu calculated that ten drops of poplar nectar should be enough for Buddha to recover his divine power as soon as possible.
Fearing that Ye Lingyue would refuse, the little monk Nanwu patiently explained to Ye Lingyue that Yangzhi Ganlu is the dew condensed by Jiuchong Yujing Liu after absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.
"If it's just dew, here you are..."
Ye Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to agree, when suddenly she had a quick wit and changed the subject again.
"Ten drops of poplar nectar are very precious, and I can't give it to you for nothing. If you really want it, you might as well exchange it with a ghost bone hand."
Ye Lingyue's face was not blushing and her heart was not beating, and she set out her own conditions.
The ghost bone hand in the shrine is the upper limb bone of Yuan Shenzun, which originally belonged to the treasure of heaven and earth, and the monks of Shengquan Temple have already chanted scriptures to save it.
Presumably, the upper limb bone was still in the hands of Monk Xiaonanwu, Ye Lingyue had already thought about it, but she didn't know how to ask for it.
Monk Xiaonanwu asked for ten drops of poplar nectar, but he gave Ye Lingyue an excuse.
Ye Lingyue also noticed that the monks of Shengquan Temple had no interest in collecting sacred bones at all when they got up this time. Since this is the case, it doesn't matter if there are more or less sacred bones.
Hearing what Ye Lingyue said, Monk Xiao Nanwu's pink and tender little bun face showed a bit of pain.
"Benefactor Ye, you can't change other conditions? Shengquan Temple has many Buddhist supernatural powers, such as the compassion mantra, which can drive away distracting thoughts, purify the mind, and increase your Buddha nature..."
The implication is that he wants to teach Ye Lingyue the Mercy Mantra.
Unexpectedly, Ye Lingyue didn't appreciate it at all, so she laughed twice.
Looking at Xiao Nanwu's appearance, is there any mystery about that ghost bone hand? The more Xiao Nanwu refuses to give it, the more Ye Lingyue wants it.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Nanwu, I want the ghost bone hand. If you don't give it, I won't talk about the ten drops of poplar nectar."
If it wasn't for Xiao Nanwu's self-cultivation, Ye Lingyue might be bleeding right now.
"Wait a minute, the god bone can be given to you, but the covenant of ten drops of poplar nectar must be kept by Master Ye."
Only then did Monk Xiaonanwu take out a box, in which was the upper limb bone that Ye Lingyue had coveted for a long time.
"Hey, what's on it?"
Ye Lingyue opened the box and took a look, and found that the ghost bone hand was completely different from before.
The ghost bone hand from earlier was full of evil spirits. After chanting sutras, all the evil spirits on the ghost bone hand disappeared, replaced by line after line of mantras.
The bones of the upper limbs looked like ivory white, and the mantras were golden, and the mantras were still alive, flowing continuously on the bones, like a trickle.
Ye Lingyue's fingers happened to touch the bone of the upper limb.
As soon as I touched it, I felt a clear stream penetrate into my hand.
A pair of divine bones turned into two streaks of glazed light and penetrated into Ye Lingyue's arm.
A line of words suddenly appeared in Ye Lingyue's mind.
"Buddha sect's supernatural power, the demon sealing hand."
It turned out that this precious bone hand has been chanted by many eminent monks of Shengquan Temple, including monk Xiaonanwu, and the mantra has already penetrated into the bone.
The precious bone hand, which was originally full of evil spirits, has transformed into a top-grade artifact of the Buddhist sect, which contains a magical power of the Buddhist sect, called the magic hand.
This magic hand may seem inconspicuous, but when facing an enemy, it can restrain the opponent's divine power. Taking a magical skill as an example, the magic hand can greatly reduce the power of a great magical skill and reduce it to a small magical skill.
The higher the cultivation base of the person who has the magic sealing hand, the stronger the magical power that can be restrained.
Monk Xiao Nanwu unintentionally refined the Demon Sealing Hand. Originally, he wanted to bring it back to Shengquan Temple as a treasure to protect the temple. Who knows, by chance, Ye Lingyue was fulfilled.
"Amitabha, there is a destiny in the dark."
Xiao Nanwu let out a long sigh.