Forced to copy books and learn secretly, I became the favorite of the immortal world

Chapter 137 Expanding Buddhist Business
It was the first time that Si Jin was teased by someone, and that person was his junior sister. His sword hand slipped and he almost chopped in the wrong direction. The veins on his forehead jumped happily. He now knew why his senior brother always gritted his teeth in anger. Next time when his junior sister was fried with bamboo shoots and meat, he would never stop it.

Too bad, he deserves a beating.

He was angry, but he couldn't bear to hit them. He vented all his anger towards the naughty kids on these monks. He didn't know whether it was because the demons were particularly strong, or whether his own demonic energy had a blood-suppressing effect on the black fog.

In short, it is much easier for Si Jin to fight after the transformation.

Several Yuanying-level monks were beaten so badly that they had no power to fight back. They could only flutter around him and could not get close to him.
"Second Brother, I have set up the formation here. You lead them over here." Mo Anyi put away his hands that were in seals and opened the formation.

Si Jin, who was in full swing, received the instruction from his junior sister and kicked the monks into the formation one by one. Then, with a thought, he turned back into the noble and gentle second senior brother.

"Second Brother, your technique of switching personalities is so cool that it makes people envious." Mo Anyi was envious and wished he had some different bloodline so he could switch back and forth for fun.

"Work!" Si Jin slapped Mo Anyi on the head in annoyance.

It was probably in this way that Junior Sister helped him to alleviate the negative emotions he felt towards his demon bloodline. As Junior Sister said, being able to switch at any time and deal with things on the spot was good. As long as he was strong enough, he was the rule of the world.

Mo An also cast a seal, and the formation rotated. Several big monks were each in a partition, as if they were locked in a cage, their bodies were frozen. Unable to move, they could only howl like wild animals. It made people irritable and uneasy.

Mo Anyi had thought about it from the very beginning. Since she could absorb the black mist into her sea of ​​consciousness, it meant that there was a special power in her sea of ​​consciousness that could suppress the black mist.

But if she had to absorb the black mist one by one, she would feel sick just thinking about it. Especially if she had to face a group of strangers. She had almost no choice but to absorb the black mist. First, it was a system requirement, and second, it was because he was her eldest brother, so it didn't matter. But for others, it was not so easy. It would be best if there was a way to operate remotely.

She sat cross-legged, sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, extracted a strand of consciousness with the sea of ​​stars, and imagined these consciousnesses as what a substantial object should look like. Gradually, the sea of ​​consciousness that was like misty clouds gathered into a ball. Like a ball of mud, she kneaded it repeatedly.

It began to condense and take shape, and the outline of a brick gradually became clear, floating slowly in front of Mo Anyi's forehead.
As for why it was a big brick, it was because it was the simplest and crudest thing, a square piece would do, swords and knives were too complicated, they looked good but were not practical. She was too lazy to do those fancy things.

Anyone who dares to challenge me will be hit on the head and that’s it.

With a movement of his spiritual consciousness, the brick flew out and hit one of the bald heads heavily.

A dull "dong" sound was heard, and the black mist that had originally enveloped the monk began to surge violently as if it had encountered its nemesis, peeling off from him bit by bit, his face gradually became clear, and his originally lifeless eyes trembled slightly, until the last trace of black mist dissipated. The violent aura on his body was gone, and he returned to peace.

The dispersed black mist was also absorbed by the surface of the large bricks and gradually penetrated into the bricks.

The monk who had the black fog retreated felt relaxed. He opened his eyes blankly and saw Mo Anyi sitting cross-legged in front of him. He paused for a moment and roughly understood what had happened.

He clasped his hands together in gratitude and bowed sincerely to Mo An, "Amitabha, thank you for saving my life."

"Wait, thank you again. Come out when you are free, there are still your fellow students waiting in line to hit you with bricks." Mo Anyi waved his hand impatiently.
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. . . . The big monk, who was full of gratitude, looked embarrassed and walked out of the formation in a gloomy manner. He took a look at Si Jin, who looked unfriendly, and sat down cross-legged with a sense of grievance, guarding the benefactor and his fellow brothers.

With experience, Mo Anyi started his second brick practice.

Just as he was about to strike, there was a commotion in front of him. Si Jin immediately turned around and pointed his sword at the other party.
"Brother Wuyuan, here..." The big monk who had just sat cross-legged stood up immediately and waved to the person when he saw him coming.

It is indeed easy to identify, with that shiny big head, which reflects the sun so brightly. Just like Morse code, the light on the head flashes, and the other side receives the command, "Dongyao Dongyao, put down your weapons." We are on our side, safe.
Then the head over there also reflected light, flashing and turning, getting it, getting it.

The person in front put away his weapon and rushed to them in a few quick steps.

"Wukong, you...your black mist...your evil spirit."

Seeing that their fellow disciples were safe and sound, the several senior monks were all extremely shocked.

"Brother Wuyuan, I'm lucky to have met this little Taoist friend. All my evil spirits have been removed," the monk named Wukong happily touched his bald head and explained to his fellow disciples who were in doubt.

"Wukong? Ahem~~~" Mo Anyi almost choked to death when she heard this name. It had been a long time since she heard this god-level name, and she suddenly felt a little nostalgic. The Zen people's naming was really trendy.

"Um... there isn't someone named Wuneng, right..." Mo Anyi asked curiously.

"Little monk, Wu Neng." The monk who had hurried over was suddenly called by name and was a little confused. Could it be that his name has spread throughout the Southern Region? Otherwise, how did this little Taoist friend know about it?

Mo Anyi glanced at the monk named Wuneng and swallowed.

Don't call yourself a little monk. You are not little at all. You are strong enough to fight against the Black Tower. As expected, everyone named Wu Neng should not be underestimated.

"There won't be another person named Wujing..."

"The one on the far left in that formation is called Wujing." Wukong was lively and immediately started to warm up the audience, enthusiastically introducing his fellow monks to Mo Anyi one by one.

Well, it turns out that a family should be together. No one should be missing.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. I wonder if you can save the other brothers and sisters in our sect?" Wu Yuan clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Mo Anyi.

"No need to be so polite. These are all paid services. Since the sect is in charge, it will be easy. Come on, sign the medical bill first. The price is reasonable and fair. Sign quickly so that I can save you quickly. It won't waste anyone's time." Mo Anyi took out a stack of bills and stuffed them into the monk Wuyuan, who seemed to be more capable.

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