"Thanks a lot." Zhuge did a heavy ceremony before dawn.
The poor monk folded his hands together and suddenly said, "I just want one thing. I hope my little friend can fulfill it. When it is done, the old monk will give this gourd plug to my little friend and turn it into a complete magic weapon."
Hearing what the poor monk said, Zhuge Liang suddenly moved in his heart and stared at the dark awl in the hands of the poor monk.
"Go ahead, Master." Zhuge is neither bright nor artificial. He really hopes to turn the black gourd into a complete magic weapon. There is no doubt that this gourd was left behind by the demon monk in those days. What he left behind is a mundane thing for such a man who has gone against heaven.
At present, Zhuge can only use this black gourd to hold yin and yang fire, and I don’t know if it has other functions.
"Little friend, come with me." The poor monk turned and walked towards this small valley, followed by Zhuge Liang before dawn, turned left and right in this beautiful small valley, crossed a secluded forest and came to the edge of a small water pool.
The pool is clear and faint with fairy light.
The poor monk tied Fo Yin’s knot and clapped his hands in the pool. A golden palm print sank into the pool. Suddenly, a stream of black gas jumped out of the pool, and Zhuge felt a violent vibration coming from the ground before dawn.
That black gas filled the whole pool instantly, and the clear pool became like ink in an instant.
At this time, the poor monk grabbed Zhuge before he lit up and retreated.
Just after they went out, all around the pool was shrouded in black fog. From the dark pool, a purple crystal rose slowly, and the amethyst was colorful, swinging the black fog around.
Zhuge’s pupil shrank when he was not bright, and he saw an arm in Amethyst. The arm only had bones, no flesh and blood, and it was made of perfect body.
"This is …" Zhuge is not bright and surprised.
"This is the residual arm of that demon monk." The poor monk said, "When I was an old monk, I stumbled into an ancient tomb and found this residual arm and the gourd plug in the coffin of the ancient tomb. Later, it was verified that the residual arm buried in this ancient tomb was left by the demon monk. "
"Grave robbery? ! Master, do you still have this craft? "
"This residual arm was sealed by a force. Later, I found that this residual arm had a little connection with the gourd plug. I wanted to use the gourd plug to unlock the seal in the residual arm, but the breath on the gourd plug was too weak." The poor monk said.
"You want me to use this gourd magic weapon to help you excite the residual arm of the demon monk." Zhuge Buliang has understood the mind of poor and difficult monks.
The poor monk nodded: "This gourd magic weapon was left by that demon monk in those days. I will give you the gourd plug and piece it together into a complete magic weapon, which will definitely excite the disabled arm."
Zhuge not bright looked at the amethyst in the black arm, some concern in my heart. He didn’t know much about the demon monk, but only learned of his existence from the poor and difficult monk population. Who knows if he is just evil? The residual arm doesn’t look like a serious thing. It’s all shiny and has an ominous smell.
"Don’t worry, little friend, you just need to unlock the seal. If there is any change, I am confident that I can solve it." The poor monk seems to have guessed Zhuge’s worries and said.
Zhuge thought twice before dawn, and then took a look at the gourd plug in the palm of the poor monk’s hand. He was cruel and nodded: "All right! I can only do my best, if I can’t succeed … "
"The old monk has no words." The poor monk said that he had handed the dark awl to Zhuge Buliang.
Zhuge took the black cone before dawn, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be some kind of induction between the black cone and the black gourd. He pulled out the broken handle and pressed the dark awl on the mouth of the gourd. Suddenly, the black gourd was perfectly combined with the dark awl, and a golden swastika appeared on the black gourd.
The surface of the black gourd has changed obviously. On one side, there is a golden arhat, and on the other side, there is an evil Buddhist monk. The two ghosts seem to have a breath of life. Zhuge was surprised that it was not bright. The images of Lohan and Toutuo appearing on the black gourd were very similar to the two incarnations of poor and difficult monks.
The poor monk has already started to act. He clapped a palm, and the golden Buddha’s light surged and hit the amethyst. The amethyst was attacked, cracks appeared, and finally the amethyst burst like broken glass.
Black arms are exposed in the air, and the surrounding black fog is more intense, just like the devil is born, and the storm bursts.
"Brush!"
Zhuge knocked out the black gourd before dawn, because he had the black paper symbol on his body, and he was connected with the black gourd, so he could manipulate the black gourd. The black gourd flew around and went straight to the black arm.
"Boom!"
At this time, what flows out of the black gourd is no longer Yin and Yang, but an inky light flow. The carved figures of Lohan and Toutuo on the gourd seemed to be completely alive at this moment and flew out of the gourd.
Lohan turned into a golden "swastika", while Toutuo turned into a black "swastika".
Two swastikas danced around the residual arm, and the residual arm suddenly crackled, and gold mantras flew out of the residual arm and dissipated in the air.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the residual arm burst into the sky, the bone joints began to move, and five bone fingers like jet extended.
At this time, the black "swastika" and the golden "swastika" once again became the images of Lohan and Toutuo, branded on the black gourd.
Zhuge summoned the black gourd before dawn.
"It worked! Amitabha! " The poor monk was surprised.
"Boom!"
Black residual arm lifted off, black gas transpiration. The whole small valley was suddenly shrouded in black gas, and the magic cloud was surging. The valley was in a mess, the water dried up, and the exotic flowers and grasses dried up, as if all the essence had been taken away in an instant.
"Brush ~ ~"
The stump arm was printed with one hand, and the ink air surged out. The whole valley collapsed and shook.
Zhuge retreated with a black gourd in his arms before it was bright.
And the residual arm actually chased after it and went straight to Zhuge before it lit up, or rather, it should be heading for the black gourd in Zhuge’s arms.
"wipe!" Zhuge will release yin and yang fire before pulling the gourd plug.
