Monk Miaoxiu felt very strange.
Since leaving the customs, Zen Master Wu Nian has behaved more and more mysteriously. If it was purely for the purpose of hiding his whereabouts and secretly monitoring every move of the Demon Gate, it would make sense. Very mysterious.
This is the wine cellar of a wealthy household in Yingchang Mansion, and the dim candlelight illuminates the faces of the two of them as if they were ghosts.
And this wine cellar, for some reason, has also become as cold as a tomb.
Chan Master Wu Nian was sitting opposite him, the distance between the two was less than ten feet, and they still had the solemn and compassionate appearance of the treasure, but from the beginning to the end, Chan Master Wu Nian's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, with only a slight hint of expression. Light.
"Miaoxiu, you should know that I am investigating half of the 'Tianba demon corpse', why did you call me here in such a hurry?"
"Abbot, it's about the 'Tianba Demon Corpse'!" Monk Miaoxiu said hastily.
"Amitabha, good, good!" Chan Master Wu Nian clasped his palms together, sighing deeply: "But Ye Qingxuan is willing to tell you the source of the key of the holy land? Not to mention the vastness of Shengyu Mountain, even the holy land is full of institutions. Without a key, I am afraid that even the gate cannot be entered, this key is related to the great plan of the martial arts."
Monk Miaoxiu smiled slightly, and said, "The abbot was too worried. About the source of the key, Master Ye had already told Miaoxiu, but Ji Du didn't say anything clearly before he died. He only said that the key was hidden in a temple near Shengyu Mountain. in, but the specific temple is unknown... "
"What?" Zen Master Wu Nian exclaimed, his eyes half-opened suddenly, then quickly closed, and whispered to himself: "Hiding in the temple? Near Shengyu Mountain, there are no less than a hundred temples, big and small. Do you know what it is? Which one?"
"This... disciple doesn't know."
"Any other clues?"
"Never again."
Chan Master Wu Nian's voice trembled, he was actually very excited, but he suppressed his emotions for a moment, and his tone returned to calm.
But Monk Miaoxiu was shocked even more than Zen Master Wu Nian.
At the moment when Chan Master Wu Nian subconsciously widened his eyes, Monk Miaoxiu clearly saw that the eyes that were supposed to be kind and peaceful turned out to be red and bloodshot, making it frightening to look at.
Monk Miaoxiu was shocked, she quickly lowered her head, and at the same time thought to herself: Why did the abbot's eyes become like this? And the meditation skills are so much worse...
If she hadn't remembered almost every wrinkle of Chan Master Wu Nian, Miaoxiu would have suspected that the Chan Master Wu Nian in front of her was a fake.
It's just that there seems to be a little missing between the Zen Master Wu Nian and the eminent monk in front of him at this time...
Especially the feeling it gave me was so weird.
Monk Miaoxiu felt a trace of doubt in his heart, originally wanted to mention the lower half of the demon corpse that had already been obtained, but immediately swallowed it.
On the contrary, Zen Master Wu Nian did not doubt him, and after pondering for a while, he asked lightly: "Apart from this news, is there anything else?"
"Report to the abbot, no more."
"Huh?" Chan Master Wu Nian narrowed his eyes and stared at Miao Xiu again.
Monk Miaoxiu felt his back tense, cold sweat broke out unnaturally, tapped on the rosary, and said again: "The battle between Yan Jingliu and Li Daotian is imminent, I wonder if the abbot decided to stay here to resolve this crisis?"
Zen Master Wu Nian sighed slightly, and said: "As far as I know, Master Yan has always concealed his strength. It is not easy for Li Daotian to win. Besides, this is equivalent to a fellow monk. How can I stop it? What reason is there to stop it? Now the strength of the Great Chan Temple If you haven’t recovered, you shouldn’t be strong. But don’t worry, Li Daotian doesn’t dare to go too far with the old monk secretly threatening.”
Monk Miaoxiu put his hands together and chanted sutras quickly, his doubts became more serious.
It is quite surprising that the old-fashioned and warm-hearted Zen Master Wu Nian would sit idly by and ignore such struggles.
unless…
He is not a Zen Master Wu Nian at all.
Monk Miaoxiu paused for the rosary in his hand, then smiled slightly: "Since the abbot has made plans, Miaoxiu will take her leave first."
"Amitabha, be careful in everything."
In the end, Chan Master Wu Nian did not forget to give some advice, but Monk Miaoxiu felt chills in his heart, returned the salute, then turned and left.
Monk Miaoxiu left for a while, when the candles in the wine cellar flickered and extinguished, a figure appeared again on Miaoxiu's seat.
"This Miaoxiu's speech is unclear, hesitating, did she find something?" The visitor asked in a deep voice.
"Impossible." Zen Master Wu Nian leaned forward, opened his blood-red eyes wide, and said coldly: "The poor monk has lived with Brother Wu Nian for decades, and he is very familiar with his words and deeds. , No one in the world can see the flaw."
The visitor smiled coldly, and leaned forward as well, saying: "No complaints, it's best that you have no flaws, otherwise you will be useless to the master."
The person who disguised himself as Zen Master Wu Nian turned out to be the long-lost "Demon Monk" Wu Yuan.
Wuyuan smiled, looked at the other party and said: "Xing Wuwei, you should take care of your business. Remember, the second half of the 'Tianba Demon Corpse' must not be lost. Once the other half is recovered, the master's plan will be destroyed." fully implemented.”
Xing Wuwei shrank back into the darkness, and said in a snake-like voice: "Although I hate you very much, I will definitely not delay the master's plan. You just stay here and watch the fun, I will deal with the Holy Land key One thing... remember, the longer it drags on here, the more sure I will be. Heh heh heh... "
With a sneer, Xing Wuwei became invisible.
"Demon Monk" Wuyuan also had a sneer on his face, took out a mirror from his arms, looked at himself in the mirror, and said in a cold voice: "Senior brother, senior brother, that good disciple of yours seems to have seen something, you Say I kill him, or not kill him? Jie Jie Jie... "
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"In the first match, the Kunwu faction Lu Yunming won—"
Accompanied by the ceremonial officer's chorus, Lu Yunming greeted him down the dojo amidst the cheers of his fellow disciples.
"For the second match, players from both sides please come on stage!"
There was a sound of clothes ripping through the air, but this time it was the Kunwu faction who came up first.
This person is eight feet tall, with a bearded face, as majestic as a standing gorilla, and it is Ma Yunyong.
As soon as Ma Yunyong entered the stage, he raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, "Kunwu sent Ma Yunyong, Grandpa Ma, here, and the little boy on the opposite side came down together. Ma Ye punched one, kicked three, and solved all your problems. To save my brothers and sisters the trouble of going back and forth..."
Ma Yunyong's rude words immediately caused the Confucian disciples to shout and curse.
On the rostrum, Zhu Shaoling's expression was worried, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Fellow Daoist Kunwu, isn't your little Daoist leader too conceited?"
"I'm sorry, this one lacks a tutor!" Ye Qingxuan frivolously waved his hand, glanced at the two senior brothers who were glaring at him, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Well, second senior brother, you brought him back. The bandit leader who has been passed down from generation to generation, I can teach him this is not bad, otherwise this guy would not be yelling here, and I am afraid he would end up killing people."