It's just that what the other party said made Chu Mo feel a little surprised.
Killing too much? Limited mana? What's the meaning? Chu Mo thought for a while, and felt that his killing was indeed quite heavy.
However, these murders were not what he wanted to create, almost all of them were involuntary.
At this time, a young bald monk came out from the small temple. The bald monk had a very kind face, clear eyebrows, and soft light in his eyes. He looked at Chu Mo and clasped his hands together.
"Little monk Xudu, I have met the benefactor."
Chu Mo nodded, and said to the young monk, "I am Chu Xiaohei."
The young monk smiled slightly, and said: "The name is just a title, it doesn't matter what you call it." Then, he looked at Chu Mo with soft eyes and said, "The benefactor came here, but what's the matter?"
"Oh?" Chu Mo looked at the young monk: "What do you say? You can't come here if you have nothing to do?"
"Hehe, the benefactor misunderstood, I didn't mean that." The young monk smiled slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his soft eyes, falling on Chu Mo: "The little monk feels that the benefactor seems to have something on his mind, and this The side is the direction of the Buddhist gate. Under normal circumstances, generally for the living... no one will come to the Buddhist gate. Unless it is for a dead relative... "
Chu Mo listened calmly, but the more he listened, the more frightened he became. Unexpectedly, this young monk is so wise. But this gave Chu Mo a very uncomfortable feeling. There was no reason, it was purely an instinct.
It was as if a rooster with a bright coat saw a similar one with the same bright coat. That repulsion and dislike are all from the heart.
"I heard that Buddhist disciples have pure six senses and are cautious in their words and deeds. Why is there something different when they come to the little master?" Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the young monk. fight back.
From the moment we met, all the rhythms were in the hands of this young monk. Now Chu Mo finally couldn't help launching a counterattack, not wanting to be led away by the other party.
As expected, Xu Du was slightly taken aback, then took a deep look at Chu Mo and said, "The benefactor thinks the little monk is too busy?"
"So what?" Chu Mo said lightly: "In the turbid world, who dares to say that he has no distracting thoughts? But since the little master has escaped into Buddhism, he should be more transparent than others. You first disturbed me with scriptures. I was distracted, and appeared again to mess with my thoughts, here, I would like to ask you, what do you want to do?"
The young monk Xudu was startled, then smiled wryly: "No wonder Master keeps saying that I can't reach home in practice, and I still feel quite dissatisfied in my heart. Looking at it now, it's true that I can't reach home."
As he said that, the soft light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by fierce eyes. Looking at Chu Mo, his eyes were like knives: "I heard from the master that a young saint visited recently. The monk is quite dissatisfied. There are only thieves in this world. How can there be a saint? Now that the benefactor is killing evil, he has nothing to do with the saint. But according to According to what Master said, that person should be you. Therefore, this little monk refuses to accept it and wants to ask for advice!"
Young saint
Chu Mo's face was weird, and he wondered if he was talking about himself? Too exaggerated, right? He himself has no such awareness. What a young saint is, just a young man full of hesitation. So this person must not be talking about himself.
As Xudu said, he immediately made a gesture of raising his hand, and his momentum burst out suddenly.
A faint circle of light loomed along the back of Xu Du's head.
This is the result of fruit status!
Chu Mo was a little surprised in his heart. In order to make this trip go smoothly, he did a lot of research on Buddhism. I know that some eminent monks in Buddhism are powerful, and they have halo body protection on their bodies. The more profound and powerful the Dharma is, the clearer the circle of light will be.
But generally speaking, if the aperture can appear behind the head, it is already very remarkable!
Generally, it must be an old monk who is at least a few hundred years old to have such a thing as fruit status. It is quite rare for a young monk to appear at this age.
"Let's do it!" Xudu shouted in a deep voice.
"Why should I fight you? You don't know what to do!" Chu Mo frowned, and looked at Xu Du: "Did you lose your mind because of your cultivation? Do I have any grudges against you?"
"No enmity." Xudu replied.
"Is there any complaint?" Chu Mo asked again.
"No complaints." Xudu replied.
"No injustice, no enmity, why did I fight you?" Chu Mo rolled his eyes.
"Because you were murdered all over, you were regarded as a young saint; I practiced hard since I was a child, and I didn't hurt mosquitoes and ants, but the master said that I would never become a saint!" Xu Du said sharply: "I don't accept it!"
As he said that, he punched Chu Mo directly.
This punch was heavy, like a big mountain crashing over.
Chu Mo dodged to avoid Xudu's punch, and then said in a deep voice, "You misunderstood the person, I'm not some young saint."
"I have a pair of discerning eyes, so I can't see wrong. Don't run away, take the move!" Xudu punched again, his voice cold and harsh.
Chu Mo dodged again: "You're out of your mind!"
"Don't evade, take the move!" Xudu sneered again.
There are again and again, but not again and again.
Chu Mo casually punched the man with the three talents of heaven, earth and man back.
With a bang, it collided with Xudu's punch, making a muffled sound. A huge energy burst out in all directions.
Except for the small temple that seemed to be blessed by a magic circle, which remained motionless, several mountains in the distance were instantly leveled by this force.
Chu Mo's figure took a few steps back; Xu Du's figure took a dozen steps back!
Xudu's fair face was a little flushed, as if looking at Chu Mo in disbelief. In his heart, he couldn't understand why he would lose to a cultivator in the refining stage in terms of strength, given his cultivation base in the Mahayana stage.
Chu Mo looked at Xudu: "Are you still fighting?"
In fact, Chu Mo was also shocked in his heart, don't look at his punch that knocked Xu Du out. But Xudu didn't suffer a little damage, and just now, Xudu didn't use all his strength. If the opponent uses all his strength, he may not be able to shake Xudu out more than ten steps.
This monk is not easy!
Xu Du shook his head slowly, and murmured: "Master is right, the young saint is indeed extraordinary, even I... am no match."
Chu Mo's head was full of black lines, thinking that I'm not a young saint, let's not talk about it, but you little monk... you 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 suzerain of Buddhism. Aren't you coming here just to see my master?" Xudu's eyes once again showed a soft look, and his whole person seemed to have completely recovered his previous peace.
Until he saw the benevolent old monk under the leadership of Xu Du, Chu Mo still couldn't believe that his trip to Buddhism would be so smooth.
It even went so smoothly that it made him feel a little unbelievable!
"I already know your reason for coming. Yes." The kind-hearted old monk looked at Chu Mo with a gentle face, and said lightly.