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- Yang Bo thought seriously for a while, "Can you dig some purple bamboos for me first?"
Guanzhen didn¡¯t see anything strange about Yang Bo. He smiled and said: ¡°Since you are staying in Lingshan, why do you care about Zizhu? From now on, you will have your share in the purple bamboo forests all over the mountains and plains!¡±
"As long as you need purple bamboo, you can apply directly, and someone will naturally help you process it, help you refine flying swords, and help you make talisman paper!"
Yang Bo nodded, "In other words, even if I stay in Lingshan, I still can't dig purple bamboo?"
"If that's the case, why should I stay in Lingshan?"
Guanzhen explained very persistently: "Because you have a deep connection with Buddhism, if you use your talent to practice Buddhism in the future, you will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort, and your cultivation will progress very quickly!"
"Fellow Daoist Yang, you are only in the middle stage of Tianluo Realm. Normally, it would take at least a hundred years or even longer to break through to the Tianming Realm. But if you join Lingshan and practice Buddhism, it is very likely that you will not be able to break through to Tianming Realm." In a hundred years, you will be able to break through to the destiny realm!"
"Think about it, where else can compare with such progress in cultivation?"
Yang Bo shook his head, "Forget it, I want to keep my hair and don't want to be shaved!"
Guanzhen said: "Shaving is just a formality, and hair is just fur. In order to improve one's cultivation, what does it matter even if it is shaved?"
The old man and Zhuo Bufan stared at Yang Bo. Seeing what Yang Bo said, they felt relieved. They almost thought that Yang Bo would never wake up. What if he really agreed to stay?
Monk Guanzhen didn¡¯t see Yang Bo¡¯s intention, or he saw Yang Bo¡¯s intention, but he saw Yang Bo¡¯s talent and eagerly wanted Yang Bo to stay in Lingshan!
Yang Bo firmly refused, "Since we can't get Zizhu, let's forget it!"
Monk Guanzhen stared at Yang Bo, his face full of regret, "Fellow Taoist Yang, with your talent, it is really a pity to practice Taoist techniques!"
The old man who passed away smiled and said: "It's not a pity at all. His talent is not only reflected in Buddhist skills!"
Yang Bo glanced at Zhuo Bufan, then looked at the deceased old man, "Senior, we can go!"
Yang Bo originally wanted to ask Zhuo Bufan to help him dig out a few purple bamboos, but after thinking about it, he did not ask. After all, even if Zhuo Bufan did it, they would not be successful if they attracted too many Lingshan monks!
The most important thing is that the old man in the past is not willing to do this. He does not want to be tainted with the cause and effect. If he really digs up the purple bamboo and gets on the boat, the old man in the past will definitely mind it.
In this case, Yang Bo is going to give up. After all, there is more than one way to get Zizhu!
The deceased old man smiled and looked at Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan understood and said to Monk Guanzhen: "We are leaving!"
Monk Guanzhen stared at Yang Bo, "Fellow Daoist Yang, are you really unwilling to stay?"
Yang Bo nodded firmly, "I don't want to!"
Monk Guanzhen had no choice but to leave here.
The boat sailed on the Qionghai Sea for a while, and then started to speed up again.
The deceased old man looked at Yang Bo, "Are you really going to give up?"
Yang Bo said helplessly: "The matter has come to this, what else can we do if we don't give up?"
"However, I still want to try to see if senior can keep the boat from stopping too far!"
The old man who passed away didn¡¯t pay attention and nodded in agreement.
Not too far away from Lingshan, the death boat stopped on a nearby river, which is deserted.
Yang Bo invited Huang Yuren out. He took out a Qiankun bag and told Huang Yuren to buy purple bamboo seedlings near Lingshan, leaving him three days.
Huang Yuren was shocked. He looked at the Qiankun bag in his hand. He wanted to refuse, but Yang Bo's eyes were firm, which made him unable to refuse.
After a while, Huang Yuren reluctantly agreed. He looked at Yang Bo pitifully, "Fellow Taoist Yang, there are Buddhist cultivators near Lingshan Mountain. If I am in danger, you must save me!"
Yang Bo nodded, "Don't worry, I will definitely save you!"
After seeing Huang Yuren off, Yang Bo returned to the ship of the past and sat down to drink tea with the old man.
The old man who passed away looked at Yang Bo and asked curiously: "Are you sure you can let him go alone?"
Yang Bo nodded, "Don't worry!"
The old man in the past life glared, "Don't worry, after all, Huang Yuren's death has nothing to do with you, but I don't worry, if he dies, I will have to find another one!"
"YouIs there no other way? "
Yang Bo laughed, "Even if Huang Yuren dies, don't you still complete a task?"
"Don't worry, they won't dare to do anything easily!"
The old man who passed away stared at Yang Bo, full of helplessness.
The two of them sat and drank tea until it got completely dark. The deceased old man returned to the cabin to rest, and Yang Bo sat on the boat and meditated for a long time.
The moon was high in the sky. Yang Bo looked around on the boat. When he saw Zhuo Bufan looking over, he smiled softly and put his index finger to his mouth, signaling Zhuo Bufan not to pay attention.
Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised to see Yang Bo jump off the boat and land on the river. After several jumps, Yang Bo disappeared into the night.
The deceased old man seemed to be aware of it. He raised his head and looked outside, frowning and saying nothing.
Zhuo Bufan was full of curiosity. He really wanted to see what Yang Bo had planned, but he took two steps forward and sat back again. It was better not to follow him!
In the darkness of the night, Buddhist cultivators from Lingshan squatted nearby, always paying attention to the situation here. When they saw Yang Bo jumping off the boat, a Buddhist cultivator followed him.
A moment later, the shadow that jumped from the boat to the afterlife fell on the ground. He actually picked up some dry firewood and lit it.
Immediately afterwards, the black shadow turned his back to the Buddhist cultivator and took out a killed chicken. He put a wooden stick through the chicken's body and roasted it on the fire.
The Buddhist cultivator following Yang Bo was stunned. He hid from a distance and stared at the black figure, with a slight fragrance coming from the tip of his nose.
At this time, Yang Bo stood in the distance, staring at the vat. He glanced back and saw that no monk was following him, so he quickly flew towards the purple bamboo forest.
The Purple Bamboo Forest is not far from here. It seems that because the Death Boat is docked too close, the Purple Bamboo Forest is very tightly protected tonight, with one post every three steps and one sentry every five steps.
However, after Yang Bo passed through the sentry and entered the purple bamboo forest, he became less Buddhist for a long time.
Going deep into the purple bamboo forest, Yang Bo saw the ten thousand-year-old purple bamboo forest. In the center of the purple bamboo forest, there was even a huge purple bamboo. This purple bamboo was more than ten feet thick. It is very likely that this is the ancestral tree of the purple bamboo forest!
It is this purple bamboo that has multiplied such a large area of ??purple bamboo!
Yang Bo really wants to dig up this purple bamboo, but there is a formation outside this purple bamboo, and he can't dig it away!
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