Chapter 892

Ye Shengge said that there was daozhong's blood in the ancient and simple tripod, which was definitely not fake. After all, she was a real Taoist.

"In addition, it should be the essence of reading books."

Ye Shengge quickly made his own judgment. When they met the best old Yanhe sage in Wushan mountain, he said that he had not found a Zen son.

Therefore, only daozhong and the seeds of reading books were eaten by him. It is not unreasonable to say that there are some blood essence of these two people in the small tripod. But what is the reason of Yanhe sage's leaving these blood essence?

Now that Yanhe sage is dead, it is not easy to know these things.

The old monk stared at Li Fuyao and asked in good time, "after reading, can you give me back the things?"

Li Fuyao didn't look at him. Although this was not the letter he was looking for, it was probably a follow-up method left by the sage Yanhe, so Li Fuyao did not intend to leave it to others.

If some people know about it and have any thoughts, then the seeds of Zen and reading books will suffer.

The temptation of longevity is too great.

Li Fuyao stretched out his hand, and the simple tripod was soon covered with white sword Qi visible to the naked eye, like a cage to wrap this thing up.

Seeing Li Fuyao's action, the old monk said angrily, "what are you going to do? That's my stuff

No matter how old monk Li has been talking about this problem for hundreds of years, he doesn't think that he has been talking about this problem for a few hundred years.

Even in these hundreds of years, he has been concentrating on practice, which should not be the case.

In addition, Li Fuyao has found some problems with the previous sword.

In fact, ye Shengge discovered it earlier than he did. The monk Canghai, who was called Qingming Taoist, pointed out two fingers in a row, and both fingers fell on the old monk. However, these two fingers had already penetrated his body, but the old monk did not bleed.

This is a strange thing.

A sword immortal like Li Fuyao, whose body is pierced, will also shed blood. This old monk is just climbing a building, but after being pierced by a Canghai monk, there is no blood flowing out.

Maybe it's because there is no blood in his body.

Li Fuyao looked at him, and the old monk looked at the small tripod wrapped with sword spirit.

"If you can tell me something I don't know and want to know, I might be able to give it to you."

Li Fuyao is not a very conditional person, but things can never be easily given out.

The old monk turned around and looked at him and ye Shengge. Since Li Fuyao's identity has been confirmed, ye Shengge's identity is self-evident. This is a kind of Taoism and a saint.

He wanted to talk but stopped.

That's his biggest secret.

But that small tripod is very important, otherwise he would not risk robbing.

The look on his face was very complicated and tangled.

"You are not a man." Ye Shengge opened her mouth very quietly. She looked at the small Ding and thought of the books she had turned over in the dengtian building.

I'm afraid that only two people have ever seen all the 3000 volumes of dengtian tower.

One of them is ye Xiujing, the other is ye Shengge.

Ye Xiujing is only for the sake of practice,

so he has gone through 3000 scrolls, hoping that his road will not stop in the sea.

Most of the daojuan that ye Shengge began to read were not about practice, but just a little fun for her.

After turning over all the Buddhist scriptures about practice, I have read 3000 volumes.

There are so many things recorded on it that ordinary people will not remember all the contents even after reading them. However, ye Shengge never forgets them. As long as they are willing to remember them, they can remember them.

She looked at the old monk and said, "the sage of Yanhe has tried to put human soul into fierce animals. One chicken and one dog have even lived to this day..."

The old monk was still trying to speak but not stopping.

Ye Shengge said with a smile: "if the answer he asked for was told by me, it would be impossible for Xiaoding to give you. Besides, you also want to harm him. He is a man with a bad temper. I don't know how many swords can you stand?"

Hearing this, the old friar bit his teeth and said with a sad face, "that little tripod is my body."

Fortunately, Li Fuyao had already sealed the place with sword spirit. Outsiders could not hear the voice here. If they knew what the old monk said, there would be a big problem later.

In other words, it's better for a nun to break away from a lantern, which is like an old man's lantern.

If what the old monk said is true, then I'm afraid we have to have another view on Yanhe sage.Before that, it was widely known that he was a sage who studied and practiced the three religions. He had gone far in his long life, but he did not know much about others.

If the old monk was really a magic weapon, he would be more appreciative of Yanhe sage.

You know, this world has been born for hundreds of thousands of years. There are countless friars, countless Tianjiao heroes, countless ancient and modern magic tools. But only the lantern on the Lingshan mountain and the sword in Liuxiang can give birth to wisdom and be able to speak.

The lantern is made of the skin of a friar from tianwai, but Sanliang and siliang are more complicated. If the old monk is a small tripod with wisdom, he will also be a masterpiece of the sage Yanhe.

He has gone beyond their imagination.

The old monk, who was silent for a moment, continued: "I am the magic weapon of Yanhe sage."

In fact, no one knows what the magic weapon used by the sage Yanhe. After he had made great achievements in the sea, he had no trace. He had been working hard for his eternal life all his life. He never cared about the so-called other things. If he had not dealt with other saints in the world, he naturally did not know what his magic weapon was.

Even if people later found the fog mountain, it was the sage Yanhe who deliberately did it. He can be said to be a very mysterious person.

This small tripod is his magic weapon, but it is not the only one.

In fact, it is still his most important magic weapon.

Because there is the essence of daozhong and the seed of reading books in this small tripod, he has countless ideas about longevity, which is just one of them.

If you are lucky enough to find a Zen son, the three blood essence will be able to create a new body, perhaps with that pair of body, you will be able to preach and live forever.

This is actually the same way that he ate the three men, but there are still some subtle differences between the two. He ate the three people directly with his body as the cauldron, refining these things.

Choosing Xiaoding as the carrier of

is a more natural way to promote wisdom, which is more in line with the road.

"He is worthy of learning and practicing the three teachings. He even took this into consideration." Li Fuyao sighed.

The sage of Yanhe made a lot of preparations. It seems that every road is pointing to eternal life, and it seems that every road has not completely failed.

Because of the lack of Zen's blood essence, Xiaoding gave birth to wisdom thousands of years later than he expected. Until hundreds of years ago, this gave birth to wisdom, and then when he could really get rid of Xiaoding, that is, these two years.

Looking at the vicissitudes of life, I don't have that feeling.

He was born to climb the stairs.

In some cases, this small tripod can be compared with some amazing races of demon earth.

The reason why he stayed here was that he felt that the small cauldron was here. He had always wanted to find his own body, but it was fruitless. Until today, he really owned the small tripod.

But two uninvited guests, one is the infamous Qingming Taoist, the other is Li Fuyao.

The Taoist of Qingming had already been hard to provoke, but he still had a chance of life. But now he came to Li Fuyao, he really had no life.

What's more, there is a ye Shengge standing around here. What can he do?

Li Fuyao looked at him, and there was nothing more to this story than to feel sorry for it.

Maybe after a while, he will meet again and twice about the longevity of Yanhe sage.

This kind of thing is unpredictable.

He took the sword away, looked at the tripod and asked, "I have another question. I'll give it back to you, whether you know it or not."

"Really?"

The old monk was a little excited.

Li Fuyao asked, "does Yanhe sage have some letters? Where are they?"

The old monk was stunned, then he said suspiciously, "I told you, do you really give it back to me?"

Li Fuyao nodded.

The old monk looked at Ye Sheng's song, but he didn't pay any attention to him.

There was no need for these two monks to cheat such a spirit.

"He has a lot of letters. Which one do you want?"

Li Fuyao looked into his eyes and asked, "a lot of them?"

He was a little guilty. Then he bit his teeth and said everything, "in that cauldron, he wrote a lot, as if it was for me to see. This should be his preparation."

The sage of Yanhe has too many backhand for himself.

Li Fuyao took the small tripod and found that it was actually a good space magic weapon. After a moment's silence, he said with a smile, "I have all of them."

The spirit looked at him and widened his eyes.

"You bandit

After all, the spirit is equivalent to a child, and his anger is all written on his face.

Li Fuyao said with a smile, "do you think you will not be pursued with this Tianbao?"

The spirit was stunned, and then a little distressed.Although he was born to climb the stairs, he is not sure that he is safe. He will inevitably encounter a lot of troubles with this.

Li Fuyao said, "follow me."

"It seems that at the end of the day, no one can take my things."

Li Fuyao is content.

"I'll take the tripod." Ye Shengge opens his mouth with a smile.

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