Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

"Passers-by?"

Sanmu snorted coldly and turned his head away, without any illusion of being a prisoner.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you allow Shi'er to remain in the Scroll of Mountain and Sea Life?"

Sanmu stretched out his voice, trying to attract Shen Jin's attention.

Unfortunately, Shen Jin didn't even turn his head, pinching the grass with his fingertips: "As his master, do you really not trust your own disciple?"

"If you delay any longer, his eyes will be beyond saving!"

Hearing this, Shen Jin just stood up and pinched his beard and moved closer: "Really? Or I thought you wanted his eyes too."

After saying this, he fixed his eyes on Sanmu.

His eyes were as dark as the abyss, without any light.

"You came here, didn't you, just to make Fangcun sacrifice his vision?"

Sanmu lowered his head: "I raised Fang Shi by myself. We are like father and son. I really can't bear it..."

Shen Jin didn't move, but withdrew the hand that was pinching his beard, as if he was watching his performance.

Sanmu said: "I have a way to preserve Fang Shi's eyes after he sacrifices himself..."

Shen Jin: "What's the premise?"

The three eyes shone brightly, and the eye on the forehead also curved.

It was suppressed by the master diligently in just a moment.

"The Scroll of Floating Life in Mountains and Seas is a hallucinogenic sacred treasure that can conceal the secrets of heaven. I happen to know a method that can replace it and bring Shi'er back safely from the Scroll of Floating Life."

Shen Jin looked interested: "Are you serious? Then what should we use to complete the sacrifice on behalf of Fang Cun?"

Sanmu said righteously: "I am Shi'er's respected master. If my disciple is in trouble, it is my duty to help him."

"When Shi'er comes out, I will enter the Scroll of Mountains and Seas for him."

With the determination of a hero cutting off his own arm, unfortunately, the greed in his eyes overflowed.

Shen Jin couldn't help but applaud: "Three eyes, three eyes."

"You're such a great actor, why don't you become a monk? Why don't you grow your hair, return to secular life, put on some costume, and perform on the streets?"

"what are you saying?"

The three eyes glared with anger.

"Stop pretending. You're fooling yourself. You really think you're a good teacher."

Shen Jin cast a silence spell on him: "Just stay here and wait for Fang Cun to come out and decide whether you live or die."

"Old people are noisy."

She didn't lower her voice, but instead rolled her eyes and scoffed.

Sanmu's face flushed with anger, but he couldn't utter a word. He didn't know where this woman came from, but her strength surpassed his. Her aura was overwhelming, a complete pervert.

And this mouth, I wish I could tear it apart.

Shen Jin couldn't figure out the operation of the three purposes for the time being, but he would not make mistakes on some principles.

First, the villain died because of his excessive talk, so she tied him up, sealed his spiritual energy, and set up a camouflage formation to prevent the Buddhist sect from sending people to cause trouble again. Although his strength was only that, it would be annoying if a group of them came up.

Secondly, listen to the protagonist. Even if the protagonist commits suicide, don't worry about it; who knows, he might be resurrected. Just like now, Fangcun has a clear goal and has predicted the elder's arrival. So, just do as he says and wait for him to tear open the scroll and emerge.

As for what Sanmu wanted to do, she could probably guess a little.

It was certain that Fang Cun had sacrificed his vision. It could even be said that the three people present, including Fang Cun himself, had accepted this outcome.

Just as the Buddhist elders had predicted, he was on the road to saving the world. Shen Jin didn't need to say anything; she was waiting to collect his fourth body.

Why did Sanmu make this special trip?

Do you really think this is a high-sounding excuse he made?

Not really.

Shen Jin almost instantly thought of the function of the Mountain and Sea Scroll: to conceal the secrets of heaven.

Then the result is easy to guess.

Stopping Fangcun from sacrificing himself is false, stealing his power is true.

But don’t forget that the image of Fang Cun is imprinted in the scroll of mountains and seas.

Sanmu rushed here first, with no other Buddhist disciples following him, intending to occupy this part.

As for what the Shanhai Fusheng Scroll copied?

Perhaps it was his talent, or perhaps it was his understanding. Regardless, the three eyes were far inferior to the square inch.

Therefore, Fangcun will tear up the Scroll of Mountains and Seas, while Sanmu will keep the scroll.

Thinking of this, Shen Jin kicked Sanmu, pushing him away from him.

A bad old man with evil intentions.

Sanmu was gathering strength to escape, and his spiritual energy was still circulating in his body when he was inexplicably kicked, disrupting the flow of his energy and causing a mouthful of blood to pool in his heart.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Shen Jin was filled with murderous intent without any concealment.

Shen Jin was dissatisfied: "A prisoner should act like a prisoner. Or do you, Baldy, want your followers to see you like this?"

Shen Jin raised his hand.

The invisible wind lifted Sanmu to the edge of the barrier.

"You, you dare!"

"I am the Three-Eyed Master of the Supreme Buddhist Sect, the Honorary Lord of Daguan City, and the mentor of the Buddhist disciple Fang Shi!"

Shen Jin raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so many identities?"

"Then how did you get beaten up like this by a stranger like me?"

"I……"

"I was just not paying attention for a moment, and you little brat took the lead. If you have the guts, let me go and we can play another round."

"ill."

She snapped her fingers, and the originally thick barrier gradually became transparent.

Sanmu even saw his bound figure on the barrier.

"no no!"

"You can't do this!"

Shen Jin was impatient: "Can you please control me?"

……

"Cough cough."

With the sound of the scroll being torn, Fangcun finally escaped from the painting.

His body was staggering, and his right hand was tightly holding the Scroll of Mountains and Seas that was torn in two.

He was stunned at first, his pupils shrinking subconsciously, obviously he had not yet adapted to the scorching sun here.

I found Shen Jin again, and following the direction of Shen Jin's gaze, I saw the monk wrapped up in a ball.

He dragged his feet lightly, barely floating a golden lotus to gain Shen Jin's attention: "Can you give me a favor?"

"Would you mind leaving a good reputation for Master Sanmu?"

He grabbed Shen Jin's wrist and pleaded with some sincerity.

Shen Jin confirmed that he did not see any emotions such as anger or other betrayal on his face, and then he relieved his energy in boredom.

The victim himself doesn't care, so there is no need for her to rush to vent his anger. It's very tasteless.

"Ah."

She waved her hand, and the barrier turned into a blurry milky white.

Seeing his haggard state, I couldn't help but say: "If you're fine, just take care of yourself."

"I will."

Another violent cough.

Sanmu felt sorry for him when he saw him, after all, he was also a child he had watched grow up, and he wanted to show some concern for him.

Then Fang Cun spoke, still gentle and calm: "Master is a little late."

"I tore up the Scroll of Mountains and Seas. The copy of me will naturally dissipate."

His brows suddenly relaxed and his smile became sunny and bright.

"Master, please use some spiritual energy when speaking. You know, I'm deaf and can't hear you."