In fact, I've always been suspicious that this guy might have been assigned by Guru Praj.

The rivers and lakes are far away, and people's hearts are unpredictable, although Master Panzhi personally promised that day to write off the previous grievances, but this old guy will regret it again.

So I immediately threw this question out and asked him, did Guru Prachi make him do this?

Who knew that the great lama blinked his eyes and said suspiciously, "You still know Master Panzhi?"

This girl's expression is more confused than mine, and it seems that she should not be the ghost of the ordinary wisdom master.

I thought about it for a while, and continued to ask, "Then are you a spy of the underworld sect, tell me quickly, did the old ghost of Hongyue send you?"

The Grand Lama was even more confused, shook his head vigorously, and said no, I am a monk of the Yellow Sect, how can I be mixed with the Black Sect?

Feng Li was impatient, his nails stretched, he put it on this guy's shoulder, and said with a dark face, "Then where did you come from, you can't be from the Potala Palace, right?"

Who knows, as soon as he blurted out these words, the big lama nodded directly and admitted it, saying yes, the poor monk Zen Hui is indeed from the Potala Palace.

It's really a monk of the Potala Palace!

Chen Xuanyi and I both expressed our incomprehension, and hurriedly asked, "Are you Potala Palace full of food and have nothing to do, why do you send someone to spy on us for no reason?"

Lama Zen Hui looked up in fear, first looked at me, then at Feng Li with a fierce expression beside him, and shrunk his neck, as if he wanted to say something.

"Damn, what are you pretending to be deep with me?" Hurry up!" Feng Li was a quick temper and couldn't bear it, so he burst into a foul mouth on the spot, and shouted viciously, "Don't say whether it's or not, when I drain your blood, you won't have a chance to say it!"

With that, he took action, opened his lips, revealing two sharp fangs, and aimed them at the neck of the great lama to stab down.

"Donor, please slow down, don't ......" Zen Hui was frightened and said with a shake of cheeks, "I said, I am on the orders of Master Nebu to monitor you. ”

"Who is this Master Nibu?" Feng Li continued to ask.

He ...... He was an elder in the temple and had a very high position. Zen Hui stammered in response.

Seeing that this guy was quite honest, Feng Li nodded and said "Okay, please tell me, why did this Nebu Master arrange so many people to spy on us?"

Chan Hui looked at Feng Li cautiously, swallowed his saliva, and said, "I want to ask you donors to return one thing......

"What's that?"

We are all confused, this time in Tibet, everyone has never been to the Potala Palace, let alone the things in the temple, this is really a lame chrysanthemum, evil door!

Although this guy was very afraid of us, he still insisted, "The three benefactors, the poor monk advises you, the things of the temple should not be taken lightly, if you take it, return it to us quickly, so as not to increase the distress." ”

Feng Li was suddenly unhappy, and shouted, "Shut up, what kind of temple thing, when have we been to the Potala Palace?

I was so angry that I couldn't help but say, "You lamas are really good at making trouble, the Potala Palace has lost something, why do you want to investigate us, your Buddhist holy relics are just a pile of broken iron in my opinion, who has the kung fu to steal them?"

Hearing this, Zen Hui was silent, clasped his hands together, and called it "sin".

I looked at his honest appearance, and I felt a little unbearable, no matter what I said, this person didn't do anything excessive except for following us, we gave him a brick, and it was paid off, so I didn't have the good luck to preach to him, "You go, come back and figure things out later, don't just wronged people casually!"

Who knew that Zen Hui shook his head, still stubbornly saying, "Master Nebu can't lie, you must have taken it." ”

"Holy!"

suffered this injustice for no reason, Feng Li was so angry that he almost went crazy, stared at the bloody eyes and shouted, "Okay, you said that we sneaked into the Potala Palace and stole something, then you might as well tell me, what did we steal, when did we steal it, and how many people acted together?"

He was not ambiguous, and immediately said, "Half a month ago, more than a dozen lay people wearing cyan robes went to visit the Potala Palace, claiming that they were from Maoshan and carrying Maoshan tokens with them. ”

"Master Nebu not only received them very warmly, but also invited them into the temple to observe the ceremony, but that night, the Potala Palace was stolen and a Zen relic was lost, and even many of the monks who guarded the temple were directly injured by this group of people......

What the?

Hearing this, our faces were even more shocked, and we hurriedly said, "Did someone from Maoshan do it?"

"Why do you knowingly ask?"

Chan Hui glanced at me, then lowered his head and said, "After the incident, Master Nibu was very angry, so he ordered to send many monks stationed in the monastery down the mountain to investigate, trying to capture those Maoshan disciples, donors...... If I'm not mistaken, you're also from Maoshan, right?"

Feng Li was happy, and asked him why he thought we were Maoshan disciples, did we look alike?

He continued, "Don't deny it, before you found out, our people have been following you for a long time, in addition to you, there should be an old Taoist priest, a little Taoist aunt, a young Maoshan disciple, the six of you have appeared together. ”

I suddenly "chuckled" in my heart, and suddenly reacted.

Feelings are because of this.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly nodded and said, "That's right, the three of us brothers did follow the people of Maoshan to rush over, but we are not disciples of Maoshan at all, and our friendship with those three people is not too deep, and secondly, this matter may not be the work of the Maoshan Sect, the master had better return to the Potala Palace and investigate the matter clearly." ”

may have understood the helplessness in my tone, and the big lama suddenly paused, "How many, it really has nothing to do with Maoshan?"

Feng Li smiled bitterly, "It's not true, is it boiled? Have you ever seen such a handsome monk? With my face, I don't know how many good housewives have been confused, ahhhhh

Not to mention, although Feng Li's words were shameless enough, they made Lama Chanhui's eyes shake.

The three of us, except for Chen Xuanyi, who is a serious Taoist priest, Feng Li and I don't look like a monk, which monk opens and closes his mouth is full of dust?

He was startled for a moment and hurriedly said, "Three of you really aren't you?"

Feng Li was impatient, waved his hand and said, "Why are you so finished?

I also said patiently, "The master really misunderstood, first, we are not from Maoshan, but we just happened to be with the people of the Maoshan Sect for a while. Secondly, we have not been to the Potala Palace, let alone stolen the so-called Panzen relics, if we don't believe it, the master can go to the Baiyun Temple to verify our identity, whether it is the Master of Panzhi or many monks in the Baiyun Temple, they can corroborate for us. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, Zen Hui fell into silence, lowered her head, and said to herself, "Could it be that our information is wrong?"