An old monk who was bored and knocking wooden fish at the entrance of the cave suddenly saw four people walking out of the cave, and the wooden fish in his hand fell to the ground. WwW,qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo,coM
Master Wen, who presides over the birth, old age, illness and death workshop, is already too old to look good. The wrinkles on his face can hide twenty toothpicks. But compared with this old monk, the fourth master is just a strong young man. The two of them are not on the same level at all. superior. The bags under the old monk's eyes almost covered the corners of his mouth.
However, under such difficult objective conditions, the old monk still made a horrified expression. His mouth was too long without any teeth, and his tongue was somewhat shriveled.
Wen Leyang looked at the old monk and asked tentatively: "Master, what are you doing?" Xiao Yi held up the loudspeaker behind him. Changli had never seen a monk before. His big eyes were shining with bright light as he looked up and down at the old monk.
Most of a day ago, hundreds of casual cultivators fought with the monks in a big way. The Great Mercy Temple did not allow them to approach the ancient cave at the top of the mountain. Wen Leyang was prepared in his heart. There would be a monk guarding the entrance of the cave, but he did not expect that there was only one, and he was so mature. .
The Buddha's light shrouding Zhanyan Peak has dissipated, and there is silence all around. It seems that the war between casual cultivators and monks is over.
The old monk hurriedly picked up the wooden fish and knocked it twice. The wooden fish made a hoarse voice and made several cries that were very similar to those of a toad after being stepped on, and a big gap opened. The old monk was trembling with distressed bags under his eyes.
Changli chuckled: "Hey, I have a question for you!"
The old monk's eyes were cloudy. He glanced at Chang Li and then looked away. His eyes passed over the faces of Xiao Yi and Mu Mu, and finally stopped on Wen Leyang's face. The old monk's eyes began to light up gradually. After a while, he suddenly jumped up, haha. Laughing: "Little donor, what a fate!" As he said this, he reached into his arms with trembling hands to look for something.
Wen Leyang was startled: "You know Monk Shuijing, right? I have a family heritage and I don't accept others as my teacher!"
The old monk was stunned at first: "What is the water mirror? Which temple is it from?" Then he smiled happily: "Silly boy... little donor, do you know how old I am this year?"
After speaking, he didn't wait for Wen Leyang to answer. The old monk smiled proudly and said: "Even if your grandfather or grandfather sees me, he will still call me senior. I am already two hundred and forty this year... forty or so?"
Changli grabbed Bai from the side: "Anyway, it's almost two hundred and five!"
"Yes. Almost two hundred..." The old monk's reaction was not slow. He rolled his eyes dimly at Changli. He continued to say to Wen Leyang: "You used to be just a disciple of a layman. Now you have reached heaven in one step. If you pass on my mantle, it goes without saying that you will live a long life. You can also learn the ability to make a sound that reaches the heaven and the earth. From now on, you will jump out of the three realms. You will not be among the five elements. . With your age and qualifications, I'm afraid it won't be difficult to take charge of the Great Mercy Temple in a hundred years... If you don't want to be ordained and become a monk. Tsk tsk... The three girls are so beautiful. Then I will accept you as a lay disciple. Xijue has never had any disciples in his life. It’s just because he didn’t find a good seedling!”
Xijue brags about his age. If only he knew that there was a witch beside him who had lived for at least two thousand years. And her teeth are still in good condition. He must have covered his face with bags under his eyes and ran away in embarrassment.
Wen Leyang found that the name "Xijue" was very familiar to him. I recited it twice and suddenly remembered. When following the rogue cultivator up the mountain. Leyang Wen of Huacheng once said. Xijue is the original seat of the Yishi Zen Monastery. Now the position is passed to Xiao Ke Bashi Sheng.
The old political commissar Xijue was still nagging Wen Leyang from one side to do ideological work. But now the main line has begun: "You come out of this cave. Logically speaking, I must capture you and hand you over to the abbot. I won't ask you how you got into the cave now. Let's talk. You He is just a mortal. Although he has good qualifications, he was able to come out of this dangerous place alive. He met me again. Such good fortune and opportunity. To use my Buddha's words, it is fate!"
Wen Leyang's skills are unique. Although he has the strength to compete with ordinary cultivators, even top-notch sword immortals only regard him as an ordinary person with excellent qualifications when they see him.
Xi Jue's Dharma Eyes are as sharp as lightning. No matter they are cultivators or mandrills and ghosts, they can't hide from his magical power of 'Heaven Eye Wisdom' that he has cultivated for more than two hundred years. He just saw four people coming out of the cave and ate them first. I was startled, and then I found out that they were just ordinary people with some basic skills. I preconceived that these people might have entered the cave from somewhere, but they came out alive. It is more likely that the restriction in the cave is to block in and out. .
He was afraid of justifying everything. The old monk's biggest regret in reciting sutras and cultivating Buddhism all his life was not having a good disciple. After seeing Wen Leyang, everything else was thrown aside.
Xiao Yi, who was carrying a big killing weapon, was unhappy and rolled his eyes: "Monk, if he doesn't become your disciple, will you arrest us and take us to the temple?"
Wen Leyang laughed and thought to himself: No one can tell that I have cultivated truth. First he patted Xiao Yi's forehead, then shook his head and changed the subject: "Master, what are you doing here? Guard this cave. There is nothing inside except warmth."
Xijue looked Wen Leyang up and down, shook his head, and shook the bags under his eyes: "There is always a decree passed down in the temple. If there is any difference in Yanfeng's beheading, I, the Buddhist disciples, must do their best to protect it. Even the abbots of all generations do not understand it. What is the meaning of this decree passed down from the previous life? But half a year ago, such a cave suddenly appeared in Zhanyan Peak. The abbot sent me to guard the entrance of the cave. I passed the throne to my junior brother and came here. Haha, I didn’t expect to meet you. Baby, what a fate!"
Changli frowned slightly, as if he was trying to remember something.
Mumu tried to use the words of the old monk: "There is nothing in the cave, what is there to guard?"
The old monk shrugged his thin shoulders and tied up his empty monk's robe like a pair of long horns: "Good fellow, ever since this cave appeared, Mount Emei has never stopped. The monk came a step late. There have been many people." People went in.”
Wen Leyang nodded: "Everyone who went in is dead. Who are they?"
The old monk shook the bags under his eyes: "How do I know? I've never been in there! At first, groups of martial arts people came to cause trouble. Hey, don't mention it. After cultivating for a long time, I forgot about the world. I didn't expect that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the world. I almost stumbled! Then came another monster that I had never heard of. If several junior brothers hadn’t come to help me, I really wouldn’t have been able to defeat him! The most bastard thing is... "
Xiao Yi giggled and said pretentiously: "Master, you are in trouble."
The old monk spat roughly on the ground: "After two hundred years of cultivation, there is nothing I can't figure out. Buddha doesn't care, and I don't care either... The worst thing is that a group of casual cultivators listened to the rumors and went up the mountain to make a fuss. All the junior brothers are helping me deal with the demons, so I can’t spare any time to deal with them, so luckily I have help again.”
Wen Leyang followed up and asked, "What about these troublemakers?"
Xijue snorted: "Some were beaten away, and some were arrested. Monks, you are not allowed to kill people. In the future, when you become my disciple, you are not allowed to kill rashly. Remember, otherwise, your Buddha nature will be disturbed, and your skills will be ruined." I’m going to retreat!”
Wen Leyang, Xiao Yi, and Mu Mu looked at each other and knew that they must go to the Great Mercy Temple this time. The parents of the two families and the accompanying experts were probably captured by the temple before going up the mountain.
Chang Li stood aside with a smile on his shoulders and said little. The long fur on his body floated softly in the mountain peaks, looking indescribably luxurious.
Previously, whether it was the flying swords of the Taoist priests of Dingyang Palace or the various magic weapons and spells of the casual cultivators, in Wen Leyang's view, they were just upgraded versions of folk martial arts and secret techniques. They were more powerful but still belonged to the physical category.
But on the mountainside, the invisible fight between Shili Chanyuan Zuo and Huacheng Leyangwen shocked Wen Leyang greatly. One summoned power with his thoughts and attracted the power of heaven, while the other broke the road with force and inspired the nature of the mountain. Such power, such magical power no longer belongs to the human world. If the masters in the Great Mercy Temple are of this level, he himself will definitely have no chance, and it is even less clear whether Changli can cope with him.
Seeing Wen Leyang lowering his head and saying nothing, Xi Jue thought he was thinking about becoming a disciple, so he continued to brag happily: "Our Great Mercy Temple is the authentic Buddhist practice in the world. No one dares to look down on the novice monks who came out of Mount Emei. You worship me?" Under my door... whoever is sneaking around, come out!" Halfway through his words, the old monk suddenly let out a low drink, turned his head and squinted his eyes, looking at a huge boulder in the distance.
Wen Leyang was shocked. He didn't feel that there was anyone nearby.
There was a rustling sound, and two tall and familiar figures appeared in everyone's eyes.
Mu Mu let out an ouch, smiled and cursed: "The two old thieves are not dead yet!" (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)