"No matter who it is, the death of the senior brother can't just be counted like this, if it is really this force, even if their martial arts are peerless, we can't go to the Thousand Temple. Even if I Wanhai fights for my life, I will avenge my senior brother, even if the road ahead is a sea of swords, fire, and cliffs, I will not hesitate!"

The old monk of Wanhai raised his eyebrows, and he was generous and indomitable, and he said it in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner.

"Senior Brother Wanxiang treats me dearly, even if I lose my life, I will fight to the death with that wicked man. Wan Ku slapped his thigh when he heard this, and his expression was also angry, obviously influenced by his senior brother Wan Hai.

Long Qingyu looked at the indignant state of the two, and sighed for a while, but he also admired it a little, although his face was hateful, but at this time he showed a chivalrous demeanor of a monk. It's just that whether the two of them really do it is still in two words, and at this time it can't change his overall perception of them, and of course, it's not because the two have a bad attitude towards him that they deny a person.

Seeing the two masters in such a state, the little monk couldn't help but clench his fists in his heart, and at the same time sighed in his heart that he couldn't get his Buddhist kung fu home, and regretted that he had not practiced very hard.

However, if you let other disciples who go to the Thousand Temples know his inner thoughts, they can't wait to hit the wall, and go to the Thousand Temples to say who practices the hardest, it must be a thousand images, five to nine every day, three nine in winter and three in summer, coming and going in the wind and rain, never stopping.

Of course, in addition to participating in Buddhist scriptures and so on, practice is his only project.

The atmosphere in the meditation room instantly became serious, and even the presiding master Wankong was bowing his head in contemplation, and if no one spoke, he was afraid that he could hear the sound of even breathing.

The death of Master Wanxiang undoubtedly left a big shame for Xiangqian Temple, the master actually died in his meditation room, and he still doesn't know who the murderer is?

The whole temple held his breath in his heart, although the presiding monk Wanxiang was as calm as a mountain, but he was not gloomy for the death of his senior brother.

Long Qingyu chatted with Master Wankong about some other topics, so that the atmosphere in the meditation room was not too cold, of course, most of the time he talked to Master Wankong. Wanhai Wanzhu is not ignorant of it, it is like I am a senior, and I am superior.

Long Qingyu doesn't care much about it, how about you are a senior, it's enough for me to treat each other politely, do you want me to whisper and serve you like that!

Long Qingyu and Master Wankong simply said goodbye and left the meditation room, everything that should be said has already been said, and if you stay here for a while, you will look at the ugly faces of the other two old monks.

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"Brother Long, there is something wrong with our two masters, please don't take it to heart for the sake of the little monk's face. The two little monks came out of the meditation room and walked in a less crowded place and said, with an apologetic smile on their faces.

"Hey, you and I hit it off at first sight, why bother, besides, you look at me like a childish person!" Long Qingyu waved his hand and said with a smile that he didn't mind.

"Haha, Brother Long is really bold enough, if it weren't for the Buddhist precepts that don't allow drinking, I really want to have a drink with you, and I won't return if I don't get drunk. The little monk touched his bald head and said with a smile.

"In my opinion, what precepts are not precepts, as long as there is a Buddha in your heart, worship the Buddha everywhere!" Long Qingyu's expression was serious and casually teasing.

"It sounds very Buddhaly, but I still can't step through the precepts, Amitabha!" the little monk shook his head and recited the mantra.

"Hey, how will you know if you don't try it?" Long Qingyu asked disappreciatively, at this time, Long Qingyu seemed to be the incarnation of the master who followed the temptation, and the little monk of Qianxiang was the master who was induced.

"The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will teach people to use it is better than the seventh-level floating slaughter!" Long Qingyu said with a smile, his cynical appearance was quite chic.

"Brother Long, forget about drinking!" said the little monk with a wry smile, and what he said casually made Long Qingyu active.

"Haha, the little monk doesn't drink alcohol in the temple now!"

Hearing this, the little monk relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, but the next sentence almost didn't trip him.

"When you go outside one day, I will invite you to drink, and you will not return home if you are not drunk. Long Qingyu said with a light smile on his face.

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

"Hahaha"

Long Qingyu couldn't help laughing as he watched the little monk chant Amitabha Buddha directly.

"Brother Long, you're still laughing, you're going to kidnap me!" said the little monk with a bitter face.

Uh, abduction?

Why does it sound like you're kidnapping a little girl, but you're just a little monk! I'm not a nun! What are you kidnapping a little monk for?

All the treasures in the temple are solemn, and the Sanskrit sound comes out from the mouth of the monk who visits the Buddha in the main hall from time to time, and Long Qingyu listens to the peaceful Sanskrit sound that is not said to be comfortable, and even with the body and mind is a pleasant enjoyment.

The little monk of Qianxiang who walked with Long Qingyu also sang along with Fan.

"Nan Wu drank the night

There is no Emperor Alyabharu in the south

Shimmering Bowl Bodhisattva Buddha

Mahasatharvaya

Mahagarun Niga Yaya

Sa Hung Yan punished the number of Tan Na wrote

Nan Wu Sigi Lita

Imon Aliya Bhalugi Buddha Chamber

Stunned, the woman has no such solemnity

Ryli Maha, Dosa Ba, Sabha, Athadou......

……。 ”

Long Qingyu has studied the scriptures since he was a child, and he also understands the artistic conception of the Great Compassion Mantra, and sings it again in the rhythm of Sanskrit singing, so that his whole body and mind are ethereal, as if he is in the ethereal sky, flying freely.

At this time, Long Qingyu suddenly walked to a corner of the temple, sat down cross-legged, because listening to the Sanskrit singing in the temple made him have a small understanding of the realm just now, and had to temporarily breathe, otherwise the realm is afraid that it is possible to stagnate.

At this time, Long Qingyu exuded a comfortable breath, and the true qi in the dantian part of his body was constantly circulating in Zhou Tian, with the circulation again and again, the true qi became more full, although the range of true qi did not increase, but the true qi was a qualitative change, becoming purer and more tenacious.

At this time, if the same palm is swung out, the power is almost three or four percent stronger than before.

"This time I went to the Thousand Temples in vain, and the realm has been improved. After a while, Long Qingyu finished pranayama and stood up with a bright smile on his face.

"Congratulations to Brother Long for taking a step forward in martial arts, little monk, I am very envious!" The little monk said with a smile when he heard this.

"Thank you, little monk, for protecting the Dharma for me, haha!" Long Qingyu was very grateful to the little monk of Qianxiang for guarding him by his side, avoiding the disturbance of other monks in the temple.

"Haha!" the little monk nodded noncommittally and said with a smile.

"Okay, then let's celebrate tonight, come to my room in the evening, and I'll go out into town to buy some food now. After Long Qingyu finished speaking, he jumped and flew to the courtyard wall.

"Brother Long, no. The little monk said with a wry smile, but at this time, the figure on the courtyard wall had already flown down.

(End of chapter)