"Ami"

"My uncle, stop thinking about it, your head hurts."

In front of the cliff, after Li Ziye stabbed Ye Gui with a sword, he came to sit next to the fire and prepared to roast the fire and warm it up.

Sanzang also sat aside and greeted Prince Wen and Mu Jin with kindness. He could not tell at all that he had just fought a few days ago.

Not embarrassed at all.

Mu Mu returned the favor, and it was no wonder that the abnormal person who appeared beside a pervert was a little surprised.

"Can the Buddha's son understand the spell on the wooden sword?" Mu Wenqing looked at the little monk in front of him with interest and asked.

"A little bit."

Sanzang responded modestly, "In the past, the little monk learned some spells at Qingdeng Temple."

"I have learned a lot of curse, but I am still orthodox in Taoism. I still can't find out where the flaws of the wooden sword are." Li Ziye asked in confusion.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang grinned and replied, "There are countless Buddhists who have learned all the magical mantras to subdue demons and demons."

In Brother Li's words, there is a specialty in art and the spells of subduing demons and demons. Among the many secret techniques and spells of Taoist sects like stars, it may be just a trivial part. After thousands of years, most of them should have been lost with the decline of Taoist sects.

Buddhism happened to inherit this part of the secret technique, and it was like a treasure that had been passed down for thousands of years.

"very nice."

Li Ziye looked at the little bald donkey in front of him, nodded, and said, "I will leave the enchantment work to you in the future. It just so happens that I still have 180 peach wood swords to do."

After hearing the former's words, Sanzang's smile froze on his face and hurriedly said, "Amitabha, Brother Li, the little monk said nothing just now. The little monk's understanding of mantras is only superficial, and it is difficult to take on this great responsibility."

Hundred and eighty pieces, that's really exhausting!

Such tasks of enchanting ordinary things are more tiring than drawing talismans. You can do it once occasionally, and it can be mass-produced, and it will be trembling even if you think about it.

Moreover, his cultivation is limited, and the enchanted peach wood sword is also limited. It is impossible for him to stab anyone like the one Taiyuan gave to the Confucian Shou.

"Where can I find some mahogany?"

Li Ziye seemed to have not heard the little monk's rude, and frowned slightly. It was really difficult to find some useful wood in this snowy and ice.

"The peach wood sword is more expensive than essence."

Opposite the bonfire, Mu Wenqing smiled and reminded, "This one is enough. Let the Buddhists use Buddhist mantras to bless them once a day. If the times are too many, the power will gradually increase."

"It makes sense!"

When Li Ziye heard Prince Wen’s reminder, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, “It’s still the prince’s cleverness. Why didn’t I expect it? Little monk, don’t leave now. Stay here for ten days and half a month, and help me enchant this wooden sword a few more times.”

"Ten days and half a month?"

When Sanzang heard this, he was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Does Brother Li stay here for so long?"

"Of course."

Li Ziye took out a piece of fish from his arms, put it on the fire and roasted it, and said, "When you came, did you see monsters everywhere here? I can't sleep or eat if I don't find the mastermind behind it."

After saying that, Li Ziye tore off a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth, and started eating happily.

Not to mention, the fish from the extreme north have a unique flavor.

Sanzang looked at the fish in the former's hand, swallowed his saliva, silently recited Amitabha in his heart a hundred times, and continued to ask, "Amitabha, Brother Li, is this monster a land of the underworld? It looks a bit like it, but a little bit different."

"No, they are just imitations of the underworld. I gave them a name called Ye Gui." Li Ziye simply told him and Prince Wen about Ye Gui, but there was nothing to hide.

"Amitabha, the world is unfair, demons are rampant, and sentient beings are going to suffer again!" Sanzang sighed softly, and said with a look of compassion.

"Okay, don't always suffer from sentient beings. Whether others suffer or not, they know that you don't have to worry about it."

Li Ziye squirted angrily and said, "I'm very miserable now. The grandson of the God of Light always cares about my body. Why don't you help me destroy him?"

"I dare not, I dare not."

Sanzang shook his head quickly and replied, "Brother Li's affairs, the little monk can't get involved."

Donor Chang said that as long as Brother Li interferes, he will suffer from his muscles and bones at a very least, and he will die at a very serious risk. He will also keep a useful body to save all living beings, and he will not be cold so quickly.

"If the Buddha's son doesn't go back, what should the Xuanfeng Demon Emperor do?"

Mu Jin had heard the conversation between the two and asked worriedly, "Will he come in with him?"

"If he could come in, he would have come in long ago."

Li Ziye said calmly, "Let him wait outside. Anyway, the demon clan has the most time. It is common for him to sleep for hundreds of years."

"When will Brother Li wait?" Sanzang asked with concern.

"Wait until someone comes in."

Li Ziye replied, "The research on Ye Gui has obviously not been completed yet. Someone will definitely come, don't worry."

Speaking of this, Li Ziye seemed to remember something, looked back and said anxiously, "Little monk, go and pick up all the internal organs of the black-eyed Night Ghost."

"I won't go."

Sanzang refused in a conditioned manner, with a resistant look on his face, rather than die than obey.

It's so disgusting. Whoever loves to go, he won't go anyway.

"Don't go?"

Li Ziye took out the Fish Intestine Sword and turned it a few times, and sneered, "Do you think the Fish Intestine Sword is sharp or the Buddhist immortal golden body is hard?"

"Go to the monk."

Seeing the sharp sharp edge of the Fish Intestine Sword, Sanzang immediately admitted his conscience, got up and ran to the dark-eyed night ghost, picked up all the internal organs on the ground, and then took them to the fire with disgust.

Li Ziye took a piece of something that was not known as the spleen or lungs, and carefully cut it with the Fish Intestine Sword. Suddenly, black blood sprayed everywhere, making it very disgusting.

"What is Teacher Li going to do?" Mu Wenqing asked enthusiastically across the fire.

“Look at what’s inside.”

Li Ziye responded casually, "Those white-eyed night ghosts never leave this place, which may be related to this black-eyed night ghost, and the answer may be here."

"Amitabha, sins."

Sanzang chanted the Buddha's name, but his big eyes looked at it with curiosity, and wanted to see what was inside.

Among the four, only Mu Jin, a normal person, couldn't help it, turned his head and didn't want to look at it again.

At night, a strange scene, Li Ziye, Sanzang, Prince Wen, and three psychopaths sat in front of the fire, looking excitedly at what could be cut out from Ye Gui's internal organs.

"It's out, it's out!"
Chapter completed!