"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Miaoxiu uttered the Buddha's name, stopping Yingzhen from counterattacking.
Ye Qingxuan also rushed up and grabbed Ru Hua's arm, and said in a low voice: "Ru Hua, brother Hua, I beg you, give me some face. They are god monks of the Great Zen Temple anyway, even if you don't give them face, you still give me some face." Face, at least you are my friend, even if you don't give me face, you have to give your master some face... "
"I, what does my master have to do with them..." Ruhua was at a loss.
"You tiger? Your master's ashes are going to be buried in Tallinn. If you don't have a good relationship with them, what if I find you a broken place to bury you? Feng Shui is not good, and you will hurt future generations. You are not afraid of dying on the street. …”
Ye Qingxuan kept bluffing and deceiving, and Jiang Shuihan, a calm child beside him, was almost laughing now.
Monk Miaoxiu and Ying Zhen were baffled by what he heard. Why did the master of the great monk want to bury the pagoda forest of the Great Zen Temple? The pagoda forest of this great Zen temple is the tomb of the eminent monks of the past dynasties in the temple. Miaoxiu, as the four great contemporary monks, has not been buried in the pagoda forest. How could the other party dare to say such a thing
Who is this great monk with a flowery dharma name
Monk Miaoxiu stepped forward to salute and asked: "Amitabha, Miaoxiu of the poor monk Dachan Temple. I don't know how to call this mage, and where he practiced. I have offended my nephew just now. I hope the mage will forgive me..."
Ye Qingxuan hurriedly shut up, at this moment he couldn't get in the conversation, he stabbed like a flower, and the rascal just returned the salute and said: "It turns out that you are really a monk from the Great Chan Temple, this is easy to handle. My master is dying. Let me hand over the ashes to you when the time comes, and you will be troubled, find a place to bury it... When you bury it, remember to tell me when you turn around, I will kowtow to the old monk... Wait for me, I will go get things... "
Monk Ruhua turned around and ran away, leaving behind Miaoxiu and Yingzhen with stunned expressions.
Monk Miaoxiu is profound in Buddhism, martial arts are world-class, and he has lived for a long time, but this has never happened before. I wanted to ask more carefully, but the big monk ran into the small courtyard in a blink of an eye.
Does this really bury the Great Zen Temple
Who is this little monk? Who is this old monk
Miaoxiu was puzzled, so she could only look at Ye Qingxuan with a puzzled expression.
Ye Qingxuan felt amused, it’s useless for you to look at me, if Ruhua’s master is really Zen Master Ningdu back then, it’s probably based on his achievements in eliminating demons and defending Taoism and the prestige of the magical skills he provided to the Great Chan Temple. Well, if the Tallinn of the Great Zen Temple wants to make room for it, it really can't be justified.
Ye Qingxuan looked at Monk Miaoxiu, smiled to himself, and explained: "Master Miaoxiu, don't look at me like this. Today's incident is indeed an accident. I originally thought that I would go to the people in your temple to talk about the situation today, so that you can have a better understanding. A psychological preparation can also make things more solemn, but I didn't expect the sudden arrival of the monk, and I was caught off guard."
Great Monk Ying Zhen asked anxiously, "What? Does this monk's master really have a connection with my Great Chan Temple?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded and said: "The origin is very deep..." Then he looked at Monk Miaoxiu, and asked respectfully: "I wonder how long Master Miaoxiu has been in Buddhism?"
Monk Miaoxiu said softly: "The poor monk is seven years old and my Buddha is more than one hundred and fifty years old..."
Oh, it turns out that Miaoxiu is over a hundred and fifty years old. Monk Miaoxiu was not born in the war between good and evil two hundred years ago, so naturally she didn't know Zen Master Ningdu.
"Oh, so the master didn't participate in the great battle between good and evil two hundred years ago, so he wouldn't know his master..."
"Two hundred years ago?" Monk Miaoxiu was taken aback. The master of this great monk was a figure who participated in the battle between good and evil two hundred years ago, and this great monk was obviously over thirty. Doesn't it mean that his master passed away? At least two hundred years old at the time? The other party should be a person of the older generation of Buddhism, and most likely an expert in the congenital realm, otherwise it would be difficult to reach the age of two hundred years, but if he is really innately strong, he should easily be able to live to be over two hundred years old, especially He is an eminent Buddhist monk, how could he pass away at the age of two hundred
Since he was a character from two hundred years ago, he should invite Dongshen to meet his brother.
Monk Miaoxiu hurriedly turned around and said: "Yingzhen, go quickly and ask your god to see your master. He said that a Buddhist eminent monk passed away two hundred years ago, so let him come over..."
The great monk Yingzhen hurriedly bowed and took leave, and hurriedly asked God to see the monk.
Not long after the Great Monk Yingzhen left, Monk Ruhua ran out with his master's urn, went to Monk Miaoxiu, threw it away, and shouted: "Here—"
woo—
A black light flashed, bringing with it a gust of wind.
Ruhua was heartless, she waved the urn with her hands, and the wooden box of more than ten kilograms made the sound of beating a drum and a golden hammer.
Ye Qingxuan covered his eyes again, unable to bear to witness. Of course, he wasn't afraid that the monks in the Great Zen Temple would be knocked down by this box of rammed goods. He was angry like a flower. This rammed thing has the courage to dare to try anyone... It's so fucking stupid.
Monk Miaoxiu stretched out two fingers, and pinched it lightly, the howling wind stopped suddenly, as if it was handed over like a flower, everyone gave a oh, and showed great respect for Monk Miaoxiu who was so light-hearted admire.
A godly monk is a godly monk. If he didn't have two brushes, he wouldn't be able to get such an awesome title in the Jianghu.
Monk Miaoxiu smiled lightly, and asked warmly: "This mage, I don't know what the name of the revered master is..."
Ruhua's face sank like water, her expression was solemn, she took a deep breath, and everyone couldn't help raising their breath, and Ruhua shouted in a deep voice: "Sajia... I don't know—"
puff-
I don't know what you're doing so hard, you rascal.
Monk Miaoxiu looked extremely embarrassed, and said: "This mage, I don't know the title of Master Ling, how should I explain it to the temple, and how can I try to get Master Ling buried in the Pagoda Forest?"
This monk Miaoxiu is also a solid person, but he really wants to help people bury Tallinn? What is written on the tombstone? Write "I don't know where the monastery doesn't know the master"
It's too nonsense, the cemetery of Dachan Temple is not something ordinary people can afford.
"Dare you don't know my master's name?"
so fresh...
Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, before this ramming Ruhua sent this Miaoxiu monk to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures, he should hurry up and press the fast broadcast button on this weird plot.
"Ruhua, doesn't your master have something for you to give to the monks in the Great Zen Temple?"
"Ah, yeah..."
"Then give it—"
Something else? Monk Miaoxiu felt that the absurdity of today would continue.
The great monk Ruhua hastily turned over on her body, but there was no...
Oh, with a slap on the forehead, he quickly pulled out a book with a strange smell from behind his buttocks and handed it to Miaoxiu.
"This, this is..." Monk Miaoxiu's face turned green.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ye Qingxuan asked angrily.
Ruhua said bitterly: "Last night when I went to the toilet, I couldn't find any toilet paper, so I had to use this to top it up. Don't worry, I just tore up four pages to save money..."
Miaoxiu flipped through the book and saw that the last few pages were torn off. It seemed that the person who did the tearing was very careful, and the cuts were very neat...
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ye Qingxuan felt his brain almost pop out, "You fucking used it as a butt wipe? Did you just stick your head in a shit bucket?"
Monk Miaoxiu, who didn't understand why Ye Qingxuan was so furious all of a sudden, finally, under the instigation of curiosity, endured the emotion of vomiting, turned the book over again, and glanced at the name on the front of the book—
Oh, it's [Arhat's golden body and body protection magic skill]...
…
Monk Miaoxiu's expression fell into a sluggish state, and he subconsciously opened the book, one page at a time... Finally, his gaze stayed on the last few pages that were torn off...
What a neat break...
Not even a single extra word left...
Monk Miaoxiu's absent-minded state caught the attention of Ye Qingxuan and the others.
"Master Miaoxiu..."
"Monk Miaoxiu..."
"Divine monk, divine monk?"
After calling several times without any results, Ye Qingxuan suddenly had a bad feeling...
Why is the mood and atmosphere so depressing
Pulling his flowery sleeves, he walked out...
"What, what's the matter?"
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hands as if surrendering, pointed at the stupid Miaoxiu, stroked the air around him, shook his shoulders and said: "Brother Hua'er, you are awesome, you can take the top-rank purple martial arts as fast as you can!" Open your ass... Can't you feel the atmosphere around here now? Don't you think this joke made by your little ass is a bit absurd?"
Ru Hua was furious, and shouted violently: "What's wrong? What's the big deal? You don't prepare toilet paper when you go to the toilet, and why don't you ask people to find it by themselves? And why don't you ask people to open your ass?"
In an emergency, this guy really doesn't stutter!
Almost at the same time as the flower was going crazy, the monk Miaoxiu over there suddenly exploded with a bang, and the three of them instantly felt the burning pain on their skin as if they had been poured with sulfuric acid. With the golden flames, the whole person has become a golden little fire man. If it weren't for the flames soaring into the sky, he would have the same image as the Oscar statuette.
Boom—
Ye Qingxuan and Jiang Shuihan were blown away by the soaring true energy. Before Monk Ruhua could react, someone grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. A furious voice yelled in a different tone: "Day!" You son of a bitch, where is the shit?"
Ruhua couldn't pull it apart twice, straightened her neck and shouted fiercely: "What the hell are you talking about? Buddha can't understand..."
Ye Qingxuan, who was blown to the ground, looked at the crazy monk Miaoxiu blankly, and muttered to himself: "Ge Laozi, so this Miaoxiuer is still a Sichuan child..."
Monk Miaoxiu, a master of "Returning to the Void Realm", subdues a post-acquired peak Ruhua with ease. No matter how strong Monk Ruhua is, he still can't break free from Miaoxiu's entanglement.
Monk Miaoxiu was almost driven mad, and was still yelling in Sichuan dialect: "You shit doesn't have paper, you melon boy can't use your fingers or anything? Use magical skills to open your ass... You are not afraid of your fart getting hemorrhoids." ? See how I deal with you..."