"The poor monk Hui'an has seen Master Li Shi. The wind is strong in the mountains, and the little monk will take refuge here, which will not affect your mood, right? Rest assured, the little monk will never live in vain, and the little monk still understands some of the skills of chanting scriptures and meditating to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters. ”

The young monk was in his thirties, handsome, spoke pure Mandarin, the words were round, and there was a unique ethereal realm, speaking at the door of the hotel, it was like preaching in a temple, with a slight echo.

I heard my grandfather say that this is also a kind of kung fu, so that the sound and air resonate, can produce unexpected power, and can even control people's feelings.

The monk has a ring scar on his head, and he talks and raises his fingers, all like a real monk. It's just that the opening sentence "It's windy in the mountains" has a special meaning and alludes to it.

"You're from the mountains?" Li Qingyun did not shy away from the onlookers, and walked straight to the monk's side, squatting there at a more dangerous distance, and looked at the monk who was meditating cross-legged.

"I'm from the mountains. The monk replied honestly.

"With the blue flowers?" This sentence was not asked by Li Qingyun, it was Tong Tong and Mao Mao who were blindly coaxing in the crowd.

"There is snow in the mountains, no grass. The monk didn't seem to hear the children's jokes, and still answered seriously.

Li Qingyun smiled, I don't know if he said "snow" or "blood", but it doesn't matter, since grandpa has entered the mountain, he will always ask for an explanation, and he will not play chess and chat with that group of monks.

"You came out of the temple to recite scriptures here, and by the way, to avoid the wind and snow?" Li Qingyun continued to ask.

"There are dead people here who don't deserve to die, and the poor monks have come to atone for their sins. Hopefully since then. Everyone can be happy, healthy and worry-free. The poor monk is very honest and hopes that Li Shizhu will be fulfilled. The monk lowered his head and said to himself.

"It's not that you can be healthy if you say you're healthy, it's not that you say you're worry-free. If you want to see me, your purpose has been achieved, and you can come to my house now to talk. If you're here to stir up trouble, you should come to my house to talk about it. With that, Li Qingyun stood up and made a gesture of please.

The young monk stood up. He bowed to the crowd of onlookers. Then he smiled: "That's what you mean, then bother." ”

In full view of everyone, Li Qingyun took Hui An to the villa courtyard on the farm. As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Hui An frowned. After looking around left and right. Only then did he say: "Feng Shui is good. It's just that there is some yin and resentment. Master Li, there have been lives here. ”

Li Qingyun stood at the door of the living room and turned around. said with a smile: "The qi of yin and yang is born of heaven and earth, and it can be found everywhere." As for resentment? Hehe, who are you complaining about when you die?"

"Hehe......" Hui An smiled bitterly, he couldn't refute it, just half of the laughter, his face stiffened in the twilight, and he saw a string of old black prayer beads around his neck, emitting a faint vibration, as if there was a flash of black light, and it quickly disappeared.

Li Qingyun's face also changed, and he rubbed his hands inadvertently, and the old wound on his left hand was a little painful. It should be the node of the small space, and it is also the place where the spirits enter and exit, and it was he who made a move just now to take this monk with a mysterious origin into the small space.

This was the first time he had seen a threatening person, so he had little patience and wanted to take action as soon as he entered the hospital to solve this big problem. As for whether others doubt it or not, he can't care so much......

It's just that the shot is very unsmooth, and the small space, which has always been effective, was blocked by something at this time, and failed to bring this monk in.

"Please, let's talk in the house, standing outside and talking, it's not hospitality. Li Qingyun pretended to be fine, opened the door of the living room, and invited the young monk into the room.

Hui An's smile was a little stiff, but he still followed, and said at the same time: "You really have a legendary magic weapon on your body, which can kill people invisibly, no wonder the monks in the temple will disappear for no reason." I dare to come in with you, there must be a way to prevent it, so Master Li Shi should not be tempted lightly, if he wants to get angry, he will beat the poor monk, and the poor monk will never fight back. Using a long-lost magic weapon is too wasteful, and it will not be able to control its power for a while, which will bring irreparable losses to both parties. ”

Li Qingyun's heart shook violently, but there was an expression of disbelief on his face: "Dharma weapon, what magic weapon? You monks and Taoists, don't talk about some Shinto things all day long." Let's get serious, today's rivers and lakes are still respected by martial artists, my grandfather has entered the realm of transformation, this time I went to Landa Temple to ask for an explanation, how is it now? Hmm...... Don't say it yet, let me guess...... You must have been unable to deal with him, and there were a lot of dead and wounded, right? In the end, I had no choice but to reach a settlement, and so you appeared? And my grandfather has not come back yet, he must have been injured and hid somewhere to recuperate. ”

When he said these inferences, Li Qingyun's heart was in a shambles, and he actually said the word "magic weapon" from the monk's mouth, and his perception of the world became more and more subversive. In addition to the scientific system, there must be another system, although it has been hidden, but when you reach that level, you will be stunned to find that there are many similar people in this small circle, more or less, all of whom have some unbelievable magical powers.

For example, the string of prayer beads on this monk's neck is an ordinary mortal, and when he attacked just now, he had clearly noticed the abnormality of this string of beads.

The monk continued to smile bitterly: "Whether you admit it or not, some things do exist. I was ordered by the presiding officer of the monastery to come and resolve the conflict between the two sides. This time, the fault was in our Landa Temple, so your grandfather Li Chunqiu and Old Man Li killed thirteen masters of my Landa Temple in a row, and our host also endured it, saying that this was karma. When Old Man Li's grievances were vented, he led the monks to repel Old Man Li, and the two sides reached a temporary settlement agreement, and sent me down the mountain, as a witness and supervisor of reconciliation. ”

Li Qingyun watched the monk say the last sentence, still with a smile of compassion and helplessness, and a chill suddenly appeared in his heart. This monk is not simple, he can make the presiding officer entrust important tasks, reconcile the relationship between blood feuds, and must have extraordinary means and wisdom.

Li Qingyun's tone also became sharp: "You say that reconciliation is reconciliation? Is it so simple? Let me ask you, what is the position of Makacha in your Namada Temple? What is his status? If he dies, no one wants to take revenge?"

Hui An was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "Master Mokchaga...... The disappearance of him and the other two masters of our temple has indeed caused a great shock in this temple. When the disciples of the Houwu Academy went down the mountain to take revenge privately, the host found out what had happened, and he regretted that he should not have indulged Makchaga too much, allowing him to cause a monstrous disaster and harm others and himself. After that, the host strictly forbade the disciples of the martial arts academy to go out, and before the internal rectification was over, Old Man Li went. But don't worry, the people who are close to Mokchaga have died at the hands of Old Man Li, and the rest are no longer able to cause trouble. Even if you want to make trouble, you have to pass me first. ”

When Li Qingyun heard this, he was secretly surprised, this Landa Temple was indeed several times more powerful than he imagined, and there were so many mysteries, so he said: "As far as I know, among the monks who attacked my grandfather with Moke Qiajia, there is one who is good at magic, he is not a monk of the Martial Academy, right?"

Hui An wiped the sweat from his forehead, he seemed to have thought of who the master who had already cultivated the magic to Xiaocheng died in his hands, and his voice was a little dry: "That master is ...... The high monk of the court, a mystical body, is unfathomable, and his disappearance is the biggest loss of our Landa Temple. He was a fellow countryman of Makachhaga, from an ancient country in the west. He has always liked to practice alone, and there is no one close to him to avenge him, and after presiding over the internal rectification, no one dares to break the precepts and go down the mountain to cause trouble. ”

Li Qingyun stared at Hui An's eyes and didn't speak for a long time, until the young monk was stared at and fidgeted, and he suddenly said: "If my grandfather returns safely and confirms the settlement agreement with your Nanda Temple, we will resolve this grievance." If other accidents happen, then I'm sorry, let's fight to the end. ”

"There will be no other changes, our Landa Temple has recognized the strength of Old Man Li, and Old Man Li should also see the heritage of our temple, everyone cares about each other, and peace and health can last longer. After Hui An finished speaking, he also added in his heart, saying that if the host knew that there was still a mysterious uncertainty of you here, maybe he would put his posture even lower.

On the same day, Li Qingyun entertained the young monk Hui'an in Qingheju, and the two sides talked and laughed, and seemed to be good friends who talked about everything. Hui An is a monk who is not taboo in wine and meat, which Li Qingyun likes more, after giving him the aged Xiao Wuliang Roast, Hui An likes this kind of wine, saying that he can recite scriptures and do things to make money in exchange for wine.

Anyway, Li Qingyun didn't see where Hui An's money was, he only brought a yellow cloth monk bag with him, also called a blanket, there were not many things in it, and he didn't know what it contained.

The monk lived in the Zhulou Hotel, and Li Qingyun arranged a quiet house on the first floor for him, and all the catering and accommodation were recorded in Li Qingyun's account. Although it is his own hotel, when it is managed, the accounts have to be kept clear.

The next day, Mr. Li came back, his face was red and energetic, and he couldn't see the appearance of being injured at all. He was followed by a young Taoist priest with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, who was none other than Qing Feng, a disciple of the Nameless Taoist Temple.

"Grandpa, you're back. How is it, is it done?" Li Qingyun had just returned from the Zhulou Hotel and Hui An, when he saw his grandfather, and he greeted him with surprise in surprise.

"Hahahaha, of course, your grandfather and I will go out in person, how can we do it. By the way, on the way back, I went to the Nameless Taoist Temple by the way and walked around and brought back a little Taoist priest with a good understanding...... What kind of eyes do you have, I teach him medical skills, but I don't teach him martial arts. Old Man Li's eyes widened, angry that his grandson misunderstood something.

The little Taoist priest Qingfeng hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute: "Qingfeng has seen senior brother, and he will live in Lijiazhai for a long time in the future, if there is anything wrong, please give me more advice." (To be continued......)