"Liao Zhen, why are you here?" Bai Min'er asked in shock.

"I don't know either." Liao Zhen scratched his hair and said: "Somewhere, I seem to have sensed some kind of call..."

Looking at the cute young man, Qin Yao suddenly had a strange look on his face.

It seems that I have robbed the opponent of the opportunity... Well, it seems that it is not just an opportunity.

After all, in the original work, Liao Zhen achieved self-salvation and transcendence by killing Xie Ji. Even if he finally destroyed Xie Ji with his own Taoist fruit and turned from an Arhat into a mortal, his roots of wisdom and wisdom for three generations are still there. The most important thing is

Yes, the beauty will come home in my arms.

But now, it seems that the other party didn't even get a single feather, and they were all robbed by him.

"Athena, give him the relic in your hand." With a faint sense of guilt, Qin Yao pointed at Liao Zhen and said.

"Why?" Athena frowned.

Perhaps she was born because of Qin Yao and had some of his temperament when she was born.

Or maybe it's because those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. I learned the profit-oriented creed from Qin Yao.

Giving the things that came into her hands to anyone other than Qin Yao would make her feel like she was losing money.

"Because the relic belongs to him." Qin Yao said calmly.

Athena was slightly startled.

If the property is returned to its original owner, there seems to be no reason to refuse...

"Okay, pick it up."

After a while, she threw the relic in her hand towards Liao Zhen and said casually.

Liao Zhen caught the relic in a panic and said in shock: "Is this my thing?"

Qin Yao: "The call you sensed came from this relic. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be your heart in your previous life."

"Last life?" Liao Zhen was dumbfounded.

At this time, the relic suddenly radiated golden light, covering Liao Zhen's whole body.

After a long time, the golden glow dissipated, and the Taoist robe on Liao Zhen disappeared for some reason, turning into a fitted white monk's robe.

His long hair is gone, and his bald head is visibly shiny. The most eye-catching thing is a golden lotus in the middle of his eyebrows, which is faintly shining with a faint golden light.

"Thank you so much, donor." The monk clasped his hands together and bowed.

Qin Yao cupped his hands and returned the greeting: "Should I call you Liao Zhen or Liansheng now?"

"Whether it's Liao Zhen or Liansheng, it's all me, so you can call me by any name." The monk said with a smile.

Qin Yao nodded silently: "Master Liansheng, you still see clearly."

Liansheng smiled and said nothing.

Qin Yao remembered that in the original work, Liao Zhen became a golden Arhat when he merged with the relics, and asked: "Master Liansheng is going to ascend to the immortal world?"

Although there have been very few people who have ascended over the years, the main reason is indeed the fault of the general environment. If someone can still cultivate the immortal fruit despite the constant depletion of spiritual energy, then nothing can prevent him from ascending.

After all, just like the situation between the underworld and the human world, the heaven is so big and has so many powers, no god, Buddha or supreme being can even think of completely sealing the connection between the two worlds.

Liansheng shook his head and looked at the withered bones of Xie Ji on the ground: "It's just a little short of perfection."

Qin Yao: "..."

This little difference seems to be the opportunity that was taken away from me.

Gan.

Fortunately, he only knows the past three lives and has no ability to predict fate, otherwise this would be no different from a public execution.

"Several donors, I plan to travel around the world to fill in the missing piece of perfection, so I say goodbye." Liansheng clasped his hands together and bowed his head.

Everyone returned the greetings, and Qin Yao said sincerely: "I wish the master will achieve enlightenment as soon as possible."

Liansheng smiled slightly, raised his right hand, the tip of his index finger glowed, and lightly touched the center of Qin Yao's eyebrows, which immediately turned into a golden light and disappeared in an instant.

Qin Yao was stunned.

no.

What does it mean?

What's the point of touching me before leaving?

[Congratulations, with the blessing of the eminent monk, your eyebrows have been raised. Can you please add some points to it?] Suddenly, a line of characters flashed in front of his eyes in the system that had been silent for a long time.

Qin Yao: "..."

It's been a long time since he got this magical power from Patriarch Huaguang. It's true that he hasn't studied it these days, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't find the secret to getting started. He didn't expect to plant a good karma out of shame today.

In a blink of an eye, you get a good result.

You know, if you rely on adding points to reach the entry level of a magical skill, it will cost you at least 500 points of filial piety. If converted into Yin De, it will be at least 2,500 points...
Chapter completed!