Meng Qi, who could be called a seasoned man with all his experience in the world of fantasy and dreams, did not let his shock and astonishment last. His thinking ability recovered instantly, and several guesses popped up in his mind. ,
He looks calm on the outside, the golden giant Buddha suppresses the Yuan Shen, and the Dharma between his eyebrows secretly pinches the Yuanxin Seal. They are the nemesis of illusions and magic in the world, and one of the sources of similar martial arts. The two are combined into one, even if Meng Qi Even without entering the hall, I am confident that I can see the unreality of all illusions and dreams below the Dharmakaya.
A touch of glazed golden light spread across his eyes, and the hazy veil between heaven and earth disappeared. Everything became clear, but nothing changed.
The knight in white squatted at the square table and picked up the chopsticks. He felt that the mature and elegant man in green shirt in front of him exuded a little vague Zen feeling, as if he had an incomprehensible soul. He increasingly believed that the other person was an expert from this world. With his slightly vicissitudes of life, Temperament, you should have frosty white temples or a head full of silver threads
Seeing that Meng Qi didn't respond, he changed his mind and suddenly realized it. He wiped the chopsticks on his clothes and then handed them over respectfully. He said flatteringly: "Senior, you have already wiped it clean."
Brother Chong, what are you doing? The pretty girl couldn't understand her lover's behavior at all, so she cried out.
How could a young hero who should be upright be so humble
The handsome young hero showed a slight panic, but when he turned around he already looked serious: Qingmei, this senior has a dignified appearance and good graces. I admired him at first sight. Hey, in today's world, many young people rely on their They are very powerful, but the world is in chaos. They have no respect for the elders and have no sense of chivalry. It is shameful. How can we be like them? Please know that the elders have eaten more salt than we have eaten. Listen more. Listening to their teachings will be beneficial to you, the old man, my old man, and the old man. You are also a person with a father and a mother, so you should know the role of respecting the elderly and the virtuous.
The more he spoke, the more upright and eloquent he became.
The pretty girl's eyes were filled with waves, as if there were bright stars shining inside: Brother Chong, there are few people in the world who respect the elderly, respect the virtuous, are modest, self-possessed, chivalrous and courageous like you. I'm not wrong about you.
The admiration seemed to grow deeper.
The handsome young hero quietly exhaled, turned his head, looked at the senior who was sitting calmly, and respectfully placed his chopsticks on the table.
What he didn't know was that the mature and elegant senior was madly slandering:
Damn it, you won’t meet a strong man who can turn back time, right
Neither is a fantasy. It wasn't a dream either. The words "turn back time" popped up in the mind of the senior master Meng Qi.
He looked at the handsome young hero indifferently, and felt that the blood, muscles, skin, bones, soul, spirit, and storage bag of a first-class master were all clearly presented in his heart. Even the little bloody flag could not escape his discerning eyes, but he did not interact with Zhou Guang. Related items.
This matter was very strange. Meng Qi had to pay more attention before he dared to touch the other party's memory fragments rashly. He was afraid of causing some uncontrollable changes, so he still acted like a master, brushed his chopsticks and said:
Today's world. There are not many young people who understand etiquette like you.
The handsome young hero was overjoyed when he heard this. He cupped his hands and said: "Junior Nangong Chong, from Dinghu, this is my fiancée Du Qingqing." I heard that there is a ghost near Lanruo Temple, an ancient Buddhist temple, and I came here to kill the demons. I don’t know what the seniors called them.
Hearing the word fiancée, a blush spread on Du Qingqing's smooth white face. Shy and happy.
At this time, Sun Junlin, the Zuo envoy next to him, smiled and asked: Lanruo Temple is haunted.
I happened to be here to inquire about Lanruo Temple, so it would be better to meet by chance than to meet him.
Meng Qi's green shirt is slightly darker in color. Facing the window sideways, he looked deep and simple. He glanced at Zuo Shi without emotion and thought to himself: He really didn't remember the attack just now.
Returning to our predecessors, a few years ago, the monks of Lanruo Temple died mysteriously one after another, turning the neighborhood into a ghost land. Fortunately, Master Shaotian passed by and cleared away the ghost atmosphere and restored tranquility to the area. Lanruo Temple became a resting place for passers-by. , However, during this period, travelers died suddenly in the temple from time to time, just like several corpses. Nangong Chong told him from beginning to end that Dinghu Lake was close to here, so after hearing this, the younger generation volunteered to come and eliminate the ghosts.
Zuo Shi asked a few more specific questions, and Nangong Chong gave detailed answers, giving him and Meng Qi a general understanding of the situation at Lanruo Temple.
Because he has abundant good deeds and is not afraid of failure in the mission, Meng Qi is far more interested in what just happened than the old demon from Montenegro, so he slowly stood up and said with his hands behind his back: We are from the Cangtian Sect and we are going to Lanruo Temple. If you want to follow, just follow. Bar.
Yes, senior Nangong Chong looked happy, pulled Du Qingqing and followed Meng Qi to Lanruo Temple.
After leaving the city and flying in the air, Nangong Chong still maintained a respectful attitude, looking at the deep green shadow in front of him from time to time, showing a somewhat doubtful expression.
It's really good for you to have such cultivation at your age. I wonder who the elder in the family is? Meng Qi asked casually.
Du Qingqing interjected: "This junior is the legitimate daughter of the Du family in Jianzhou. She has been nurtured by her parents since she was a child. Being able to step into the field at this age is not worthy of praise from my seniors. It is because I am from an ordinary family in Dinghu. I encountered horse bandits when I was young." He robbed and became a beggar, but he was not extreme or gave up on himself. He turned from a beggar to a bodyguard, and from a bodyguard to a bodyguard. In the end, God rewarded his hard work, he had an adventure, entered the ruins of his predecessors, and obtained the true story.
He has repeatedly encountered disasters, but he can always turn danger into safety. He can often accomplish things that the world thinks are impossible. He is the leader of his peers in this generation, and he always has a chivalrous heart.
Her pretty face shone brightly, and she tried her best to say good things about her lover in front of her seniors. When the time came, this extraordinary master would accept Brother Chong as his disciple, or give him magical powers or treasures.
Meng Qi grasped the key point and smiled slightly: I haven't been in the world for many years, so I didn't know that I had such a talented person.
Seniors are full of praise. When Nangong Chong heard the word "Have not been in the world for many years", the doubts in his eyes were relieved a lot.
As he was about to continue getting closer, a dilapidated temple appeared in front of several people.
The temple is located in the mountains, just blocking the north-south access road, and is surrounded by dense forests. The roots of each plant are knotted, and the branches and leaves are dense and connected together, blocking the sunlight. Even if the sun has not set down the mountain, the forest looks dark and cold.
When the four of them arrived in front of the temple, they heard the crows of crows and saw the yellow walls covered with vines. No one had cleaned the fallen leaves, and the wind was blowing, leaving everything in sight.
Above the half-broken gate, there is a half-hanging and half-dragging plaque telling the world that this place is Lanruo Temple.
Meng Qi could detect a sinister meaning without deliberately sensing it. He smiled and walked forward with his hands behind his back. Every step he took happened to step on a fallen leaf, but he did not trample or dirty them.
After pushing open the temple door and passing through the square filled with bird droppings, Nangong Chong and Du Qingqing followed Meng Qi into the main hall that had traces of fire.
Crossing the threshold freely, Meng Qi stepped into the hall, and saw a rough and powerful man standing in front of him. His aura was calm and rock-like, with a broad sword on his back, making him look mighty and majestic.
The two people made eye contact, and the rough man felt that the eyes of the person opposite him were deep, as if there was a world hidden in them, and no emotion could be seen at all. His heart suddenly became awe-inspiring, and it took him a long time to say: Lanruo Temple is haunted, it is best not to stay.
Meng Qi seemed to have known that there was someone in the palace for a long time. He looked away and walked to one side leisurely. With a flick of his sleeves and robes, he swept the area clean and sat down casually: "Since it is haunted, why did you stay?"
Someone is here to get rid of ghosts. The rough man said.
Nangong Chong glanced at him, pulled Du Qingqing to sit down next to Meng Qi, and whispered: Qingmei, if my brother does not admit his mistake, he should be the hero Yan Chixia Yan.
Du Qingqing was startled when he heard this, and turned his eyes to the rough man, looking up and down, especially the broad sword. After that, he withdrew his gaze and said sincerely: Brother Chong, you are really knowledgeable, you seem to know everything.
At least I don’t know who this senior is. Nangong Chong smiled bitterly.
At this time, the sun was gradually setting, and there was the sound of stumbling footsteps.
After a while, they saw a handsome scholar carrying a bookcase.
Lanruo Temple is haunted, so it’s best not to stay. When Yan Chixia spoke, she couldn't help but glance at Meng Qi again.
The handsome scholar gasped: "It's getting late, it's getting late, it's even more dangerous outside."
Next, next, Ning Caichen.
With a cry, a cold wind blew by, as if swirling. . .