"Can you let the poor monk in?"

Xu Zhiyu looked at the monk in front of him through the crack in the door, and his face should be about twenty years old, wearing a white robe, hanging a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads, and there were nine ring scars on his clear bald head.

If you don't look at your face, you will be dressed in white and have a dusty temperament, and you really look like a monk.

Before the monk could say the second sentence, Xu Zhiyu slammed the door shut.

Touching his bald head, he was a little embarrassed and stunned in place, not figuring out what was going on.

Sitting back in his seat, watching Meng Qinghui and Lin Xianxian chatting on video, as a single dog, he could only drink a lot.

"Who knocked on the door just now, did you order takeout?" Meng Qinghui asked after hanging up the video chat.

"A monk. ”

"A monk?"

"Well, it's a monk, a young monk. ”

"Where did the monk come in the middle of the night, he wouldn't have come to turn his fate. Meng Qinghui said after throwing a peanut into his mouth.

grabbed the wine bottle and gestured to clink glasses: "I don't know, I didn't ask, no matter if he came to drink." ”

"I have to go and see, maybe there is a chance, the monk who descended at night pointed to my avenue, hehehe. Meng Qinghui stood up and trotted over to open the door.

"Don't, you'll regret it, that monk is weird. ”

Xu Zhiyu shook his head, and said softly with a helpless face: "Second fool." ”

Meng Qinghui saw that there was really a monk outside the door, scratching his head for a while and didn't know what to say.

The monk looked Meng Qinghui up and down, and whispered with surprise in his eyes: "Good, good, I really didn't disappoint the poor monk, the fate is really wonderful, what a nobleman." ”

Meng Qinghui felt the same way as Xu Zhiyu at this time, and the monk in front of him was afraid that he was crazy.

Just about to close the door, the white-clothed monk stretched out his palm and stuck it on the door, how could he eat closed door soup twice in a row, you must know that you can always eat closed door soup for others, don't believe it Go to Yunyin Temple to ask.

Meng Qinghui was frightened by the sudden action, and closed the door first with both hands, but he didn't expect that no matter how hard he tried, the gate would never move.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xu Zhiyu quickly got up and grabbed a wine bottle.

Before Xu Zhiyu arrived, the palm of the white-clothed monk sticking to the door shook, Meng Qinghui was shocked back, holding Meng Qinghui, Xu Zhiyu held the wine bottle and asked, "Who are you and what are you going to do?"

After Meng Qinghui stood firmly, he began to move his footsteps, forming a left and right position with Xu Zhiyu.

The monk walked into the house and said, "Don't be afraid, the poor monk is not a bad person, you sit down first, and let the poor monk talk to you slowly." ”

"Go out first, and we will believe you. Meng Qinghui said vigilantly.

"Donor, poor monks are really not bad people. ”

"Who knows. ”

The monk pointed at Xu Zhiyu: "The poor monk is looking for this benefactor and has something important to say." ”

Xu Zhiyu squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, he didn't know him, and asked suspiciously, "Do you know me?"

"I don't know. ”

It seemed that he was afraid that Xu Zhiyu would drive people again, so he hurriedly said: "But you have a great cause and effect with the poor monk. ”

Sure that he had met a madman, he raised the wine bottle in his hand, pointed to the monk who broke in, and said, "I don't care about the cause and effect, if you don't go out, I'm welcome." ”

The white-clothed monk hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't, you wait for the poor monk to finish." ”

Meng Qinghui gestured with his eyes whether he wanted to make a move, and Xu Zhiyu shook his head lightly.

Xu Zhiyu took a step forward and said fiercely: "Go out quickly, otherwise you will really do it." ”

"Anitabha, there is no way, you don't listen to the poor monk well. The hands were put together, then slowly parted, and a golden light flew out between the palms.

Split in two and hit two people each.

found that his hands and feet did not obey the call, his eyes looked at him in horror and walked towards the sofa, and he rolled his eyes to find that Meng Qinghui was also sitting next to him.

Closing the door, the white-clothed monk stood opposite Xu Zhiyu, beckoned, and a chair moved under his ass in an instant, and sat down.

Seeing this, Meng Qinghui's eyes lit up.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll let you ask them one by one when the poor monk finishes speaking. ”

I didn't know how to start for a while, and after finishing my thoughts, I slowly spoke: "The poor monk came to Yunyin Temple, and his law name was "Shande", because he was entrusted by the deceased, so he had to go down the mountain to find you. ”

Xu Zhiyu tried to move his body, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.

Monk Shande paused and began to speak: "After going down the mountain, I searched for your traces all the way, and found this in Luoxia Mountain. ”

Spread out the palm of your hand, and a stone is presented in front of everyone's eyes, and if you look closely, it is an ordinary stone.

"It's ordinary, isn't it? ”

After picking up the stone, he stretched it out to Xu Zhiyu's eyes: "You look carefully at the powder on it, this is not ordinary powder, have you ever met any strange people?"

What was Shande said, thinking of the black-robed woman on Luoxia Mountain, it was not a dream.

Looking at Xu Zhiyu's eyes, Shande affirmed that the blessings of the gods had been fused by Xu Zhiyu, and as for who did it, no one in this world could do it except her.

"The poor monk is still one step late, and the next thing you have to face may be the entire cultivation world!" A golden light flashed, and Shande closed his eyes and said in silence.

On an island in the void, a man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes: "I'm going to settle that person." ”

Hidden in a temple deep in the mountains, an old monk worried: "It's troublesome." ”

"Murder with a knife?" said a young man with a cheek in a bookstore.

Zhou Guican closed his eyes and pondered: "Li Hongzhi, what do you want to do?" ”

"Do we want to do something?" said two ancient trees in the dense rainforest.

A rare white Siberian tiger in the Kunlun Mountains, after sticking out his tongue and licking his palm, looked up at Nan and roared, and said: "Among the gods, there are also my ancestors. ”

"Xu Zhiyu, the matter of your fusion of the blessings of the gods has spread throughout the cultivation world, and what the poor monk wants to say has been said, just ask whatever you want. Monk Shande waved his sleeves and two balls of golden light flew back into his hand.

Before Xu Zhiyu could speak, Meng Qinghui jumped up and grabbed Shande's hand and hurriedly asked, "Master, are you really an immortal?" Can you teach me spells, I, I, I'm willing to do anything." ”

"Yes, but you, I can't teach. ”

"Why"

"Edge. ”

Smack.

Meng Qinghui knelt down with his legs bent, held the hand of the monk Shande tightly, and asked cautiously: "Master, I beg you to teach me to practice, it's really okay to give me a secret book." ”

"Why me, and why are you at this point in time? Xu Zhiyu looked directly into Shande's eyes and asked.

Meng Qinghui gave Xu Zhiyu a look, and the two of them began to move

"The first question is not known to the poor monks, and the second ......"

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Before he finished speaking, Meng Qinghui suddenly twisted the hand he was holding, and Xu Zhiyu took advantage of the situation to fly and kick it.

The monk wanted to use his spiritual power to shock the two of them, but in the end he gave up this idea, put away his aura, and was kicked to the ground by someone with a chair.

A carp straightened up and turned over, and the Shande monk, who had not yet stood firmly, ushered in Meng Qinghui's punch, holding the attacking fist with one finger and slapping the other hand with a backhand

In Meng Qinghui's chest, knock it back.

A quick upper-hook right hook slammed into the bright bald head, which was dodged by the head.

Three minutes later, Xu Zhiyu and the two lay on the floor panting, and the monk squatted in front of the two with a proud expression and said, "Are you still coming?"

"Don't be complacent about the bald head. Xu Zhiyu said while panting.

"Forget Zhiyu, this monk is a bit powerful. ”

"Are you just giving up?"

This bald head is so powerful, and he really has no ill will towards me, so I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Xu Zhiyu closed his eyes and looked like he was in a posture whatever you wanted: "You can do whatever you want, you have no strength." ”

Monk Shande stood up and said solemnly: "The poor monk is really here to help you. ”

Xu Zhiyu asked puzzledly, "Why do you want to help me?"

"Trusted. ”

"Who entrusted it? ”

"An old man. ”

Sitting up, he stretched out his hand to pull Meng Qinghui up and asked, "Do I know each other?"

Monk Shande sat down: "I don't know." ”

Xu Zhiyu thought to himself, what kind of intentions does this person have for me.

"By the way, why are you blocking the poor monks and not letting the poor monks enter?"