"Senior Brother Jiyuan, did you hear the sound of a dragon's groan just now?" Master Xinyuan, the abbot of Tongbei Temple, sat on the futon and suddenly asked.

And a monk next to him also suddenly said: "This dragon's chant stopped abruptly, isn't there a situation on the side of the Luohan Temple?"

Master Xinyuan thought about it and suddenly became excited again, and said: "No, this dragon chant is a bit like the dragon chant of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, could it be that the seniors of Nanchun Temple are here, and go with me to greet them." ”

The great monk named Ji Yuan also stood up excitedly and asked, "Senior Brother Xinyuan, but the Nanchun Temple that introduced Buddhism to the Central Plains?"

Xinyuan nodded and said: "The Nanchun Temple that introduced my Buddha into the Central Plains is also the leader of my Buddhism, but it was more than a thousand years ago, and there has been no contact between the various Buddhist sects after the great changes in the world, I don't know what happened to the sudden visit of the predecessors of the Nanchun Temple?"

Ji Yuan said with a smile: "What can it be, the name of his Nanchun Temple is no longer as big as the one temple and one temple on our Panta Mountain, I estimate that they are here to fight the mountain gate to learn martial arts." ”

"Amitabha, Jiyuan, you have a wrong opinion. ”

After being criticized by his senior brother, Ji Yuan hurriedly recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, in fact, I mean that Nanchun Temple is not exchanging Buddhism with you, senior brother?"

Xinyuan did not speak, but walked briskly in the direction of the Luohan Temple.

At this time, Han Zeyun was confronting Abbot Siyuan, only to hear Han Zeyun say angrily: "Okay, you cautious Abbot Siyuan, I didn't expect you to be such a person, your martial arts can't compare to my master, and you want to kill my master!"

After seeing Tianlong, Siyuan was afraid for a while.

The abbot of Xinyuan, who came from a distance, also guessed what was going on.

Siyuan is his junior brother, he is very clear about the character of this martial idiot junior brother, he has always been devoted to Buddhism, and specializes in studying martial arts.

He and he learned the master's martial arts and Zen principles respectively, and they couldn't persuade each other, so after the master sat down, they split into the Luohan Temple and the Tongbei Temple.

Seeing this situation, the abbot just sighed and walked towards Du Jing, who was still lying on the ground unconscious, Han Zeyun saw that another monk came over, so he subconsciously hid Du Jing behind him, "What do you want as a monk?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is far away from the temple of compassion. Saying that, the abbot of Xinyuan took out a red pill from his arms and handed it to Han Zeyun and said: "This is a soul rejuvenation pill, you can wake up after taking it with him, but the internal injuries on your body still need some time to recuperate." ”

Han Zeyun snorted, then pushed the pill back and said, "You bald asses don't have a good thing!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly touched Du Jing's bald head and said, "Master, I'm not talking about you, you are temporarily bald." ”

was touched twice by Han Zeyun, Du Jing came to his senses slowly, in fact, he was not injured much, and he only needed to rest for two days to smooth his breath.

But this is the other party's compensation for himself, how can it not be unreasonable.

"Ahem!" Du Jing coughed lightly twice and spit out a mouthful of blood, this Han Zeyun was also panicked, and hurriedly wiped it for Du Jing.

Du Jing looked at the Soul Returning Pill with a leisurely look in his eyes, and said, "Zeyun, sometimes there are bad people in the masses, but it doesn't mean that the masses are all bad people. I believe that a monk like Siyuan, who indiscriminately picks quarrels and provokes trouble against good people, does not represent the entire monks on Panta Mountain. ”

Du Jing's face was red and white for a while, although he said that his strength was narrow and he did not come into contact with people, but he was only shameful.

Now that he is angry, he naturally knows that he almost caused a catastrophe just now, but just for the sake of face, how can he pull his head down and apologize to Du Jing.

Seeing Xinyuan, he handed the soul pill to Du Jing again, and asked softly: "Little master, you are a monk of Nanchun Temple, and you are a master of Xuanfang?"

After taking the soul pill and swallowing it, Du Jing felt that his breath disorder caused by the invasion of that spiritual power gradually recovered, and then after spitting out a mouthful of blood again, it could be regarded as a complete recovery.

The master of Xinyuan thought that Du Jing was seriously injured, so he took out a bottle of pill again and said: "That Soul Pill can calm the breath, this bottle is to restore internal injuries and nourish enough qi and blood, you can heal with one pill a day for seven days." ”

For this kind of compensation, Du Jing naturally smiled, but his identity still had to be made clear to him.

"Master Xinyuan, you admit that you are wrong, I am not an apprentice of Master Xuanfang. After Du Jing put away the pills, he stood up from the ground and said: "My name is Du Jing, and I am the husband of Zhao Sisi, the county lord of Taiping County, and the chief catcher of Taiping County! ”

The abbot of Xinyuan smiled and folded his hands together, and said: "Amitabha, the little master is going to laugh, where did you come from as a monk, the wife of the county lord, our Buddhism has a precept of fornication and nonsense, you don't want to offend it!"

At this time, the abbot of the Luohan Temple Siyuan on the side snorted lightly and said: "Senior brother, this guy is a liar who went up the mountain in my temple robes for his bald head, he is not a monk!"

Abbot Xinyuan was stunned for a moment, and looked Du Jing up and down again, that's right, the monk's robe is the monk's robe of the Luohan Temple, and there is no ring scar on the head, it should have just been shaved.

Could it be that he is really not a monk of Nanchun Temple?

But wasn't that dragon roar just now coming from his exercises?

"Your exercises?" asked Abbot Xinyuan again.

At this time, Siyuan also slapped his head, he remembered that just now when he was about to hit this Du Jing, Du Jing said softly, "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Dizang." ”

Could it be ......

At this time, Siyuan also walked forward quickly, grabbed Du Jing's collar and asked, "What do you have to do with Nanchun Temple!"

Han Zeyun said angrily: "Okay, you really don't have any good things! I kind of know, the masses are not necessarily bad people, but you monks are all bad people!"

After that, he was about to step forward to save Du Jing, but he didn't want the abbot of Xinyuan to take the lead in snatching Du Jing from Siyuan's hands, and said softly: "Siyuan, you are too forgetful today!"

Monk Siyuan was stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly and said, "Xinyuan, you and I are no longer a sect, what qualifications do you have to control me?"

"As long as you are a disciple of Buddhism and you are a disciple of the master, I am qualified to manage you as a senior brother!" After Abbot Siyuan folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name softly, he said: "Jiyuan, carry out the punishment!"