That sword was only 0.01 cm from my throat at that time...

The sword edge of the bamboo sword seemed to be about to split a person's throat. The cold and squeaky cold air spread from the throat to the whole body, making people feel the threat of death.

But this sword cannot make progress.

"Amitabha, the little monk bet on the donor's sword is a scary thing. It seems that the little monk bet on the right one."

He clasped his hands together and looked straight at the immortal's remnant thoughts.

"Little monk, why do you dare to bet on your life?"

The immortal is unbelievable. How could there be such a brave person in the world? He has no resistance at all. Aren’t he afraid that he will really kill him with one sword?

Of course, Chen Budu could not bet on his life, but he did not answer its questions, but asked with a smile.

"The donor kept saying that we were just ants. Why? Are the donor soft-hearted? He couldn't even bear to kill the ants?"

The immortal's mind, which had little remnant thoughts, began to become chaotic, and he was furious.

"I'm going to kill you!"

However, no matter how he activates his power, the sword edge seemed to be frozen by something and could no longer move forward.

"Don't be incompetent and furious, come and kill the little monk."

It’s better to be free if you don’t live.

The immortal thought of retracting his sword and exerting force, but no matter what, the sword could not be cut.

The immortal's remnant thought is indeed very powerful, but it is not a real immortal after all.

"Rules" are more powerful than it.

This rule was not evolved from an inn, but the world rule inherited by immortals from their former gods.

"Rules" coexist with the remaining thoughts of immortals, but they always restrict the remaining thoughts of immortals at a higher level.

It was so angry that it was furious that it was thunderous, and its whole body was trembling like electricity, and it had no posture of being high above the immortal.

Instead, it looks like a poor... mentally ill.

Chen Budu sighed.

"The little monk thinks that the main reason is that the sage is really not good, so why not put down the butcher's knife."

"Shut up!"

"It is unlikely that you will become a Buddha on your own, but it is still possible to suffer less sin on the way to the Western Paradise."

"Shut up!"

"When you arrive at Buddha, remember to be honest and lenient, transform well, and strive to be a person for the next life."

"ah!"

The immortal stabbed himself with a sword of remnant thought.

Still unsuccessful.

Chiou, the inn, is the "shopkeeper" of the inn and the spokesperson of the inn rules. The rules will not allow it to be harmed.

"The donor's life was really too failed. He couldn't even commit suicide..."

The immortal thought shed two lines of tears and covered his ears tightly.

"The donor just wanted to kill me, but now he wants to commit suicide..."

"Please, don't say it again!"

"Who killed me, and who did I kill? If it were you who killed..."

"Don't say it again!"

The immortal thoughts snatched the floor with his head in pain and smashed the floor of the inn heavily.

"Can I die?"

The immortal's remnant thoughts completely fell into madness.

Then, Chen Wa saw that its body actually had a dead aura.

The inn manual says that it is almost impossible to kill the immortals.

In fact, this is indeed the case,

But it cannot withstand its already fragile mind,

After breaking the rules and falling into madness,

He was even more said to have collapsed by Master Budu.

so,

I killed me,

The immortal's thoughts are suicide...

"Bang!"

The fat body of the Iron-Food Bear fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust.

"Hey, I forgot to tell the donor... The little monk has always been cautious, but in fact he just uses his clone to verify some kind of guess."

Another Chen Budu appeared at the entrance of the inn.

"You have never come in?" Lu Fuyao was a little disbelief.

Then, she figured out the causes and consequences of all this.

The little monk did not gamble on his life, he was just using his clone to test it.

"As General Lu saw, there was only one wizard here at the beginning."

Smiling with the sun, not crossing the wall, smiling.

At this moment, his image in everyone's mind became infinitely taller.

Not only handsome, but also able to play, and most importantly, he is also very wise.

He quietly solved the secret of the inn and discovered the essence of the immortal's indulgence.

The soldiers who were knocked away from the Dragon Guard climbed up from the ground awkwardly. This time they were really convinced. It was their duty to investigate the immortal object No. 13 of Dizi, but it was easily solved by the little monk. I really don’t know how to thank you.

Thinking about my own people, I felt that the little monk would not have any effect before, so I couldn't help but make these strong men feel embarrassed. The ones who really didn't have any effect were me.

As the immortal's thoughts were destroyed, the environment around the inn began to gradually change.

After the sky was spinning, everyone appeared on the official road.

Under Shen Budu's feet, a fairy niche was placed upright. He reached out to lift the heavy wooden grid.

Seeing this, Lu Fuyao felt a little embarrassed, but he still spoke out due to his duties.

"Master, this immortal niche is the No. 13th I have tracked down from the Dragon Guard... Please give us the help of the mage. This time, we will give the corresponding reward from the Dragon Guard."

"Amitabha, it is natural to hand over the things to the court. How can the little monk ask for rewards? I hope General Lu will not insult the little monk with that kind of thing. The little monk does not have that kind of worldly desire. If General Lu is not sorry, just give him a banner."

Chen Budu put the things in Lu Fuyao's hand. Lu Fuyao was extremely ashamed, and his wheat-colored skin was even slightly red.

How could I mention the vulgar things in secular concepts? What a great humiliation for a monk with noble character. Not only was the other party not angry, but he handed over the immortal niche to himself without paying any rewards. It was really shameful.

Everyone led by Princess Pingyang was in awe.

What is a noble character?

What is a Taoist monk?

This is the one in front of you!

Only Chen Wa jumped with her ponytail and looked at the Budu Master in front of her in confusion.

Don't have that kind of worldly desire?

...It seems that's not the case when you sell my Yin Ling Pill?

[You gave you a "damaged fairy niche", triggering ten times critical strike compensation, and obtaining: the perfect fairy niche!]

Oh... Is it a perfect immortal niche that has become a small world? Is there any magical use to absorb incense or other wonderful things?

It is initially conceived that it can be used as a large storage device or a mobile inn.

Good, good.

At this time, the iron-eating beast Chi Ou stood up staggeringly.

It first looked at the completely unfamiliar environment around it in a daze, and then looked at the people in front of it.

Suddenly, it seemed to realize something.

Tears of excitement were shed in the dark circles of eyes.

"You have cracked the rules of the inn. Is the old turtle who has lived for a thousand years dead?"

"Dead."

"Great, I am finally free! I am going home!"

Chen Budu was silent for a moment, and suddenly he brought the iron-eating bear Chi Oula to the corner and whispered for a moment.

"So, the road to Sichuan from Guanzhong has been closed. I can't go home for the time being?"

"Yes, monks don't lie. Manager Xiong should follow the monk during this period."

"Follow you? Ge, the bears will never be slaves!"

"Food food and accommodation."
Chapter completed!