City Raptors Crossing the River

Chapter 437

"Spirit rat?" Wang Meng asked doubtfully:

"What is that, isn't it just a mouse? You Hanfeng Temple still regards a mouse as a treasure?"

Some do not understand.

Xian'er on the side almost couldn't hold back her laughter, she knew quite well the formation.

Array spirit.

That can only be produced by extremely advanced formations. Once a formation spirit is produced, it will transform into the shape of an animal, which may be a spirit mouse or a spirit snake.

Obviously the array spirit of Hanfeng Temple is the array spirit mouse.

It can also be said that the spirit mouse is the core of the core of the formation.

Under normal circumstances, the spirit mouse should be hidden in the formation.

It is unlikely to rush out directly.

I don’t know what kind of abnormality this rat-like formation spirit has today, so it actually rushes directly towards the king.

The honest monk stared at the spirit mouse on the ground for a long while, with extremely complicated eyes.

He is the guardian of this Buddhist formation.

I have only heard that the formation spirit of this formation transformed into a mouse.

Haven't seen it yet.

Unexpectedly, when we met for the first time, it was actually in such a situation.

Seeing the sad look on the honest monk's face, it was as if a cow had died in the farmer's family.

Wang Meng asked:
"Is this kind of mouse called Zhenling very expensive? If so, how much do you want to accompany me? I will pay it to you later.

It's a big deal to buy another one after it dies. "

Wang Meng didn't understand the formation, let alone what the formation spirit was.

I just thought it was the name of a pet mouse.

He still wondered a little in his heart, what kind of pet mouse does a monk have nothing to do?

"You" the honest monk almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

This guy actually said to buy another one?
Do you know how difficult it is for formations to produce formation spirits?

I'll give you the money and go buy me one!
Looking at the honest monk's almost murderous eyes, Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat, and he asked Xian'er:
"Do you know this kind of mouse called Zhenling? Is it really expensive?"

Fairy
She has always thought that Wang Meng is very smart, so it is possible that he is deliberately pretending now,
Want to be an honest monk?

Xian'er thought for a while, and there was only one explanation, so she patted Wang Meng's shoulder and said:

"I've really heard of this kind of mouse called Zhenling. I heard that one costs a thousand yuan, which is quite expensive!"

"A thousand dollars?"

Wang Meng suddenly felt a little upset.

He took the treasures in the honest monk's treasure chest just now, and the honest monk was not too angry.

Now I just killed a mouse worth a thousand dollars, are you going to get angry with me?

Could it be that the treasure in the dropbox belongs to Hanfeng Temple, not your honest monk's personal belongings, so I don't feel sorry for you if I take it.

And that pet rat named Zhen Ling was raised by your honest monk yourself?

You look like this, do you want me to lose money?
Wang Meng recalled how the honest monk used to pick and search, and felt that this was very possible.

So he walked over slowly and took out a handful of banknotes from the space ring.

It's best to put it in front of the honest monk in the form of ten thousand yuan.

"Don't worry, I am reasonable, since your pet mouse was killed by me,
I will compensate you, the money is enough for you to buy several of them! "

The honest monk was so angry that he trembled, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Fortunately, Wang Meng was quick and supported the honest monk.

He sighed and said:
"Perhaps the relationship between the old monk and the pet rat is so good that it can no longer be measured by money?"

After sighing, Wang Meng walked over to the "pet mouse" on the ground.

Just now he slapped it casually. Under normal circumstances, as long as it was a mouse, it would definitely be slapped to death.

But when Wang Meng saw how sad the honest monk was, he decided to go over and take a look.

Maybe this "pet rat" can be saved?
He mentioned the "pet mouse" on the ground and looked at it for a while, and suddenly became a little curious.

This mouse looks. It seems to be different from ordinary mice!
The hair on its abdomen is golden, and it looks like there are some strange patterns on its body.

Looks like literal symbols.

No wonder it is a "pet rat" that can be sold for thousands of dollars each. It is indeed extraordinary.Wang Meng cursed in his heart.

Just about to pour some body quenching liquid for this "pet mouse" to try, suddenly, the mouse let out a cry.

It jumped directly onto Wang Meng's shoulder.

Wang Meng jumped in fright.

So you were just pretending to be dead?
Wang Meng suddenly became angry and slapped him with his hand.

The "pet mouse" dodged in no hurry, and was slapped directly to the ground by Wang Meng.

Make a "squeak" sound.

That cry seemed to have a specific melody, as if it wanted to communicate with Wang Meng.

Ok?
Wang Meng was slightly taken aback.

At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Master, don't you know me?"

"Who, who is talking?" Wang Meng asked in surprise.

Turning his head and looking around, besides the honest monk who fell on the ground, there was also Xian'er.

There was no one else in the entire stone tower.

"Master, it's me who's talking to you!"

The voice sounded again.

Wang Meng was stunned, and looked at the "pet mouse" on the ground:
"Are you talking to me?"

The "pet rat" nodded in a very humane manner.

Wang Meng was startled.

Damn, this mouse is going to become a spirit!

"Master, I am Xiao Huihui! I am the formation spirit created by the formation you originally arranged..."

As soon as Zhenlingshu explained, Wang Meng finally understood a little bit.

It turned out that this mouse was not a pet mouse at all, but a formation spirit produced by the formation.

Nima was a little embarrassed.

He actually thought that Zhen Ling was the breed of this pet mouse.

It's so uneducated and terrible.

"Speaking of the formation spirit, have you made a mistake? I don't know anything about formations. How can I be your master?"

Zhenlingshu scratched its beards with its paws in a humane manner, and said:
"The aura on your body is obviously the same as that of the master, but your age doesn't seem right,

My master must be at least several thousand years old, and you are only in your 20s.
You are not my master, but why do you have the aura of my master? "

Wang Meng was also curious, how did he know this.

It's better to wake up the honest monk and ask.

Wang Meng knelt down and clicked on the honest monk a few times.

After a while, the honest monk woke up leisurely, and the first sentence he heard was: "The mouse is not dead, it was just pretending."

The honest monk's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly turned around to look around.

Sure enough, not far away, the spirit mouse was looking at him.

"I'm really not dead, that's great!" the honest monk shouted, not looking like an eminent monk at all.

It's no wonder he is so excited. The formation spirit rat is like the soul of this formation. If it is really killed by Wang Meng, I don't know how many years and months it will take before another one is born.

"Okay, since the mouse is not dead, let's go first." Wang Meng said.

The honest monk did not speak, still staring straight at the spirit mouse in front of him.

It is recorded in the classics that once mastered the spirit mouse, one can control the entire Buddhist formation at will.

The honest monk is trying to make a good relationship with the spirit mouse.

Suddenly, the group of spirit rats turned into a shadow and jumped onto Wang Meng's shoulder again.

This time, Wang Meng did not pat with his hands.

"It's been said that I'm not your master, so what are you doing here?" Wang Meng said.

"You are my master if you have the aura of the master, so I have a benefit to give to the master." The formation spirit rat said.

"benefit?"

Wang Meng became interested as soon as he heard this, wondering if the honest monk had hidden any better treasures in the stone tower!
(End of this chapter)