Zhou Fei twisted his fingers, and the woman's soul condensed into a snow-white bead on his fingertips. He gently put it into his sleeve, looked up at the old monk of the Vajra Temple, and said straightforwardly without any hint of conversation before: "Talking back to the matter of that piece of clothing, I know it has something to do with you. Zhongqiu even came to the temple to look for you about it."
But the old monk still didn't want to get down to business, and his eyes were full of nostalgia. Looking at the lush green forest outside the house, "The poor monk has a junior brother. When we were young, we practiced Buddhism together. He said that he despised sad stories in the world. When he saw it, he would inevitably think that there is a Buddha in the world. , the world is still like this, even if he becomes a Buddha, what will happen? Later, I left the small temple in my hometown, and I wonder if that junior brother has become a Buddha now..."
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Zhou Fei suppressed the anger in his heart, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "How can you become a true Buddha in such a small place, old monk, you think too much."
The old monk shook his head and said: "I just want to know if my junior brother is still alive. After so many years, I have missed the rice porridge made by my junior brother very much."
Zhou Fei stood up and said, "I won't go around with you." I'll give you a ride and ask your junior brother if he can make porridge down there."
The old monk looked calm and said with a smile: "If I can help you with the golden body of the Arhat in the palace. Zhou Fei got it, can you promise me something?"
Zhou Fei sat down again, feeling interesting, "'Me'"
The old monk extended his hand. , touched his bald head, and said with emotion: "I don't plan to be a monk anymore. I was left at the gate of the temple since I was a child, and was kindly taken in by my master. At first, I and my junior brother were thinking about things all day long. In fact, I always wanted a comb. Come on."
Zhou Fei laughed.
The old monk took off his outer cassock, folded it neatly, put it aside, and said softly: "Please help her find a way to escape. Don't be imprisoned in this 'small place' anymore."
A blue dress with large flowing sleeves appeared in a corner of the room.
The beauties outside the house have served Zhou Fei for many years and have seen a lot, but they still felt amazing when they saw this dress floating in the air with their own eyes.
The skirt floated to the old monk's side, and the corners of the skirt slowly fell to the ground. Finally, it was vaguely visible that he was in a kneeling posture.
After the old monk took off his cassock, he was no longer so particular about his words, "For so many years, I have served as the lamp-extending monk and lecturer monk of this Vajra Temple, day after day, year after year, and I have said They listened to thousands of scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, all kinds of people, three religions and nine streams. They just listened. The battles on the battlefield were still fought, and the vendettas in the rivers and lakes were still the same. Is it possible for me, a monk, to pick up a knife to kill evil people? To stop the killing? Put a knife on their necks and force them to do good deeds and worship Buddha?"
One sleeve of the dress was lifted up and covered with the collar, making a cute smile.
The old monk stared at Zhou Fei, "Can it be done?"
Zhou Fei was not in a hurry to give an answer. The old monk from the Vajra Temple in front of him was a Buddhist saint in this world, and he was good at The list of books, with characters like vajra pestles, is majestic.
Zhou Fei sighed, "Businessmen still have to be honest. Do you, an old monk, really don't know that you can leave this place if you have such a recognized blessing?"
< p>The old monk turned his head and glanced at the blue dress, and said helplessly: "She is different."Although Zhou Fei was a banished immortal who enlightened very early, he did not dare to claim to know all the rules. After all, before coming down, it is indispensable to experience some real immortal secrets that are imprisoned by the gods.
Jingxinzhai, Vajra Temple, Adoration Building.
The heads of these three places may not know less than him after experiencing many catastrophes and accumulations.
The old monk smiled and said, "I am completely relieved that Almsgiver Zhou can ask this question."
Zhou Fei said to himself: "For me, the most important thing is In a good situation, of course I would take Zhou Shi away with me, but if there is an accident, like this, Zhou Shi is seriously injured, and there is almost no chance of sneaking into the ten people by fishing in troubled waters, I will need it. I promise that after leaving, Zhou Shi can be more confident sixty years later. Zhou Shi, Ya'er, Fan Wan'er, no matter who they are, have gone to a bigger world, as long as someone is willing to take care of them.
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It will definitely shine."
Speaking of this, Zhou Fei couldn't hide his anger, "Lu Fang, this idiot, I obviously saw through it, but I never really figured it out. How could I find a junior sister for him? I had the nerve to stab me with a sword back then..."
The old monk looked up.
Zhou Fei suddenly raised his hand, and a letter appeared between his fingers.
Looking down at the content, Zhou Fei laughed loudly, "God help me."
He turned his head and looked at the stunning beauties, each with their own merits, and Zhou Fei felt sad in his heart. My heart was full of regrets, not to mention Tong Qingqing, a fellow comrade who did not need to have extravagant hopes. I only said that compared to the Queen of Nanyuan Kingdom Zhou Shuzhen, Jingxinzhai Fan Wan'er and Demon Cult Ya'er, their martial arts qualifications were still better than those of others. Too far off.
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Wearing casual clothes, Wei Yan, the crown prince of Nanyuan Kingdom, led two people through the corridor of the prince’s mansion. One of them was Wei Yan’s mentor, the old man. He is short and skinny like a monkey, but he is a true martial arts master in today's world.
The other person is Fan Wan'er, who is regarded as a goddess by the disciples of Nanyuan Kingdom. She is a fairy who came out of Jingxinzhai, the holy land of martial arts.
Wei Yan looked strange and a little embarrassed, but more of he was happy, but it was difficult to show it because his mentor was nearby.
The old man who taught Wei Yanyi a profound martial arts angrily said: "Good guy, you are hiding under my nose. I haven't noticed it for so many years. Now that we have met, I want to ask for advice." Among the ten people in the world, Master Zhong is a rare hero. I have always admired him, but I don’t believe how good a cook can be!"
The old man cursed.
It turns out that Jingzhanglou has just released a latestThe names of the ten people in the world, where they are, and their level of martial arts are all concisely described. Ding Ying, Yu Zhenyi and others are all old faces, but one of them seems to have appeared out of nowhere. Moreover, the hiding place is the Prince's Mansion in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, and his identity is actually a cook.
There was a tall old man who smelled of fireworks and oil and salt. He took a break from his busy work and squatted outside the orderly and spotless kitchen. He took a handful of golden fried soybeans and put them into his mouth one by one. Lidius. The disciples and grandsons he brought out single-handedly inside are busy with today's lunch.
When the old cook saw the figure of Prince Wei Yan, he sighed, his old face wrinkled, looking extremely pure.
Wei Yan ordered the cooks, servants, and maids to disperse, but the old cook did not make a sound to stop him. He squatted on the spot as if resigned to his fate, sighing.
The previously aggressive little old man suddenly lost his arrogance when he met this grandmaster on the list. He became taciturn and stared at this old guy who was hiding in court.
The old cook kept squinting at Fan Wan'er, glanced quickly, and immediately looked away, as if he couldn't help it. When he looked again, Fan Wan'er felt a little strange.
Wei Yan muttered a little, could it be that he is still an old man?
Except for Chunchao Palace Zhou Fei and the female Tong Qingqing, among the ten people in the world in the past dynasties, no one has been interested in the beauty of the world.
The old cook's first sentence was very bluffing, "Do you know what kinds of immortals there are?"
Wei Yan and the thin monkey old man looked at each other.
Fan Wan'er knew some inside stories because he was born in Jingxinzhai.
The old cook put a piece of fried soybean into his mouth, "There is only delicious food left in the world, and I have never let it down. If you want to take this away, then I... I can only become a He's a drunkard!"
The old cook stopped looking at Fan Wan'er, threw half of the fried soybeans into his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up, "The immortal descended to earth to experience the world of mortals. One is Zhou Feihe. Feng Qingbai knew early on what he wanted when he came to this world, so his behavior was shocking in our eyes, but in their eyes, it was just and natural. Deep. And your founder of Jing Xin Zhai, Tong Qingqing, seems to be hiding something."
"The second type is Lu Fang, who awakens later, but will definitely be there. Wake up at a certain point."
"There is another kind of speculation that I
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has been with them all their lives. To fulfill their wish, they are still unable to wake up and live in a hazy state. Over time, their hometown becomes their hometown, and the foreign land becomes their hometown. This kind of people are special. They are often talented in martial arts, but they are very talented outside. In the eyes of people, achievement is always the highest, and every time it is just a little bit behind."
The old cook stared at Fan Wan'er again, "But sometimes, this kind of people will inevitably have "irregularities" in their bodies. 'taste, there are a small number of so-called "devils in a daze" and "ghost possessed" in the market, which have something to do with this. You little girl, have you ever felt weird about yourself recently? "
Fan Wan'er hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Twice. "
The old cook nodded and said with a smile: "Old Demon Ding is so powerful. There is no one in the world who cannot be killed." There is no unforgivable person in this world. He is no worse than the lunatic back then, and is even smarter. I think he will probably get what he wants this time. Yu Zhenyi wants to protect this human world. In my opinion, he is naturally powerful, but in the eyes of some people, the pattern is probably still a bit small. On the contrary, it is the national teacher Zhongqiu who has always been suppressed by Yu Zhenyi. In the past few years, I traveled alone to the mountains and rivers of the four countries and the barbarian lands of the eight winds. I can see that I will have a greater rest. "
The old cook sighed, "As for me, the more I say, the more I make the more mistakes I make, and I just wait to die without paying attention. In the past, I thought about making trouble, but later on, the more I saw, the less motivated I became. In this chaos, Devil Ding and Yu Zhenyi are sworn enemies. With the two of them watching, this time as long as they are on the list Yes, no one can escape. As for me, I am no longer curious about what the Exalted Immortal is. I just want to live for another twenty or thirty years, and I am very satisfied, so..."
The old cook suddenly took action, put his fingers together to make sword moves, and pierced several of his key acupoints. Blood immediately dripped from his body. In the eyes of Yu Zhenyi or the "Exiled Immortal" Chen Ping'an, he had an almost "harmony" aura. , broke through the power in an instant, and fell from the top master in the world to a master who was even inferior to the thin monkey. He chose to voluntarily withdraw from this turbulent chaos.
The old cook's face turned pale. , but with a relieved smile, he asked the prince Wei Yan: "In such a big prince's palace, it should be okay to raise a bad old man for another twenty or thirty years, right? Of course, when you really need my help, His Highness can also speak. "
Wei Yan nodded, "Sir, you just need to rest at home. I will never disturb your quiet life at will." ”
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On the top of Guniu Mountain, Zhou Shuzhen, who had just walked to the foot of the mountain and returned again, held a secret letter, smiled bitterly, and handed it to Yu Zhenyi.
After Yu Zhenyi took it, he read the content of the letter, frowned and asked: "What's going on? "
Zhou Shuzhen said helplessly: "It must be from Jingzanglou, but it is definitely not the work of our Jingzanglou. ”
Yu Zhenyi raised his head and glanced at the sky.
When he stood at a high enough place, the god and man looked at the mountains and rivers, and the world was a spectacular scene of dots, but it was difficult to stare at it. A certain person looked carefully.
Yu Zhenyi understood this deeply.
For example, in his eyes, he could see Ding Laomo, Chen Ping'an, and Lu Fang over there. The human light spots are particularly dazzling.
Farther away, for example, there are two points of the King Kong Temple and four points of the Prince's Mansion. The brightest point suddenly dims.
This kind of distance view. There is no need to consume the spiritual energy that Yu Zhenyi has accumulated for many years, but if Yu Zhenyi wants to take a closer look at someone, he will have to pay a lot of effort.price.
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In the house near Zhuangyuan Lane, Ding Lao Mo, wearing a silver lotus crown, suddenly received a secret letter from the Admiration Building.
When he saw the end, the old man’s eyes lit up.
Is there such a good thing?
Even Ding Ying was a little excited.
He glanced at Cao Qinglang and tutted: "Little boy, you are in luck!"
As for that foreigner, he must have been tricked by someone. , otherwise there would never have been such a big suppression.
In the history that Ding Ying knew, there had been almost no such fair and aboveboard intervention during the Jiazi period, and no banished immortal had been beaten like this.
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