Chapter 67

Xuankong's state of mind had long reached an extremely high realm, lively and untainted by the mundane world.

In his eyes, there was only the distinction between what was beneficial and what was harmful to his cultivation. As long as the Dharma of Master Mila was indeed beneficial to the prosperity of the Laoshan Sect, he naturally would not mind occasionally replying to the nature of his senior.

As the saying goes, to kill one person to save another.

Such a wonderful Dharma, if left in Master Mila's hands, would only be like a pearl covered in dust. Only in his hands could it shine!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and a thought arose in his heart: "Hehe, little monk, I see you have good roots. By my calculations, you are destined to be with me. Why not leave the sea of suffering early and become my disciple at Xuankong!"

Xuankong, who had already gained Zixu Zi as a disciple, was still not satisfied.

Now, he even thought of taking a monk as his disciple. This thought was indeed sinful, sinful. Since the beginning of time, only the two Daoists, Zhunti and Jieyin, from the West liked to come to the East to convert countless "destined" people. It was only today that the karmic wheel turned, making Xuankong think of it.

He was even going to poach from Zhunti!

This was also predestined, and it was fated that Xuankong should have four major disciples. Xuankong clearly calculated that the current Master Mila was closely related to him and the future prosperity of the Laoshan Sect, and he could not escape or shake it off...

In the air, Master Mila's yuan ying shivered, not knowing that he had already been on Xuankong's mind. However, after traveling for many years, he had seen a lot.

Intuitively, he felt a sense of foreboding.

Since he had made a promise to Wang Qi, Xuankong did not want to easily retract his words. He pointed his finger, and the bowl in the air suddenly flew toward Master Mila's head. Not knowing Master Mila's sect's secret techniques, he naturally had no way to use the magical treasure, so he simply used his true essence to forcibly control it.

Seeing the bowl about to hit his physical head, even though there was already a hole in it, Master Mila clearly did not want to see any more damage.

He chanted mantras continuously, his yuan ying floating above his body, and he made a spiritual seal with his hands clasped together, directing it at the bowl.

Xuankong felt a slight tingling in his hand, not expecting Master Mila to actually want to compete with him in magic.

He chuckled, flipped his hand, and controlled the bowl to fly rapidly toward the Beihai outside Ninghai County. "My magical treasure!" Master Mila's small yuan ying floated in the air, stunned. He could not leave his physical body too far and could only watch helplessly as the bowl turned into a white light and flew deep into the Beihai.

Seeing the monk sacrifice his means of livelihood to eliminate evil, the Ninghai County residents all knelt down.

Master Mila's face twitched. He wanted to retrieve his magical treasure but could not bear to leave the good people behind.

In his eyes, they were all money, all gold and silver.

Master Mila's yuan ying slowly returned to his body, and a flash of Buddha light quickly healed the hole on his head, as if he had never been injured. Wang Jun, looking enviously, said, "If this healing method could be spread in the army, it would have a great effect."

Xuankong did not even raise his eyebrows, muttering, "This is not difficult. According to the methods of the Laoshan Sect, it can be learned in a year or two."

Wang Jun's eyes lit up, and he quickly looked at Xuankong, but Xuankong closed his mouth and said no more.

This only made Wang Jun's heart itch, wishing his master would immediately bestow this immortal technique.

Master Mila put on a solemn expression, put away the Dharma staff, and clasped his hands in front of the county residents, saying, "World Honored Dizang, that fox demon was too audacious, daring to take children from Ninghai County. I was also a resident of this county before I became a monk. Everyone is a fellow townsman. Now I have used the purple-gold bowl to seal the fox demon in the Beihai Sea Eye, so you no longer need to worry."

The county residents were intimidated by Master Mila and praised him, chanting "Namo Dizang Wang Pusa": "Master, you are compassionate. The safety of Ninghai County now depends on you. Please leave your name so we can set up a shrine at home and worship you day and night!"

A few county officials who had just arrived almost fainted with anger. Oh, the safety of Ninghai County is now entirely on Master Mila?

What are we, the county officials, supposed to do? Just close the government office and go home to sleep?

Master Mila remained calm. A servant of the Zhang family, who had been arranged in the crowd, asked, "Master, your treasure is now used to suppress the fox demon. If there are more powerful monsters causing trouble in the future, what will we do?"

Although Ninghai County has the word 'Ning' (peace) in its name, it is actually very unstable, being close to the Beihai coast.

There are countless aquatic creatures in the sea, and often, water monsters who have attained the Dao get hungry and appear to plunder the county. Over the years, many fish have been eaten by humans, and many humans have been eaten by water monsters.

Master Mila looked troubled and muttered, "Alas, my Dharma power is weak, and I rely entirely on the sect's magical treasure to subdue demons. If I encounter demons again in the future, it will be difficult, difficult, difficult!" He said the word "difficult" three times and secretly gave a "kill the fat sheep" look to the servant in the crowd.

This was a natural performance. Not knowing if he could retrieve his precious bowl, Master Mila had no interest in putting on a show for these people.

It would be better to get a big catch at once, and then make a long-term plan for the future.

Master Mila made a face of wanting to subdue demons but being powerless, which truly frightened the residents. They selected an elderly elder who held Master Mila's hand and asked, "May I ask, Master, can this treasure be remade?"

Master Mila nodded in satisfaction. This old man was also a servant of the Zhang family, specially sent to the crowd to ask this question.

"This is a secret of the sect, but everyone is a fellow townsman," Master Mila paused for a moment, then said reluctantly, "Alright, I'll tell you. The purple-gold bowl is not difficult to make. As long as I use the Buddha fire to refine it and request the manifestation of World Honored Dizang to bless it with the 'Dizang Wang Pusa Extinguishing Fixed Karma True Mantra,' it can be accomplished."

He then sighed, "But..."

Xuankong laughed inside and continued for him, "But purple-gold is rare. It takes three thousand taels of gold to refine one tael of purple-gold. This purple-gold bowl, not too big or too small, needs about ten taels of purple-gold to be made."

A hint of joy flashed across Master Mila's face. This outsider did not seem to be on the same side as Wang Qi, but he was truly a good partner. He had originally planned to say that purple-gold was hard to find and could only be obtained with a hundred taels of gold for one tael in Kunlun Mountain. Now, Xuankong's excuse seemed more perfect and more convincing to the people.

Master Mila chuckled, squinting his eyes and glancing nervously behind him. The key was that Xuankong had immediately set the price at a thousand taels of gold, and Xiao'er was not around. The extra nine hundred taels of gold could only be kept by him!

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