When he came back to his senses again, the backs of Liu Lu and the others had disappeared into the sea of people, and he stood silently in place, gritting his teeth hatefully, "No matter who it is, I will not give up!"

And at this moment, Zhengji was outside the airport, hanging a fake beard, waiting for the people sent for him by the Zenxi Temple, just after seeing off Liu Lu, he received a secret call from the Zenxi Temple, and the warrior monk he applied for had already taken the plane to Yanjing, and he would arrive at noon. Fastest updates

A silver-white plane slowly landed with a roar, and Zhengji moved his hands and feet, exhaling softly, but he was speculating in his heart about what the "Xuan Bei" wanted to surprise himself in the morning.

The crowd, more and more from the exit gradually poured out, Masaki squinted his eyes and carefully captured every figure, wanting to see any companions of the Zen Xi Temple, who would be coming this time? Is it the outstanding Dharma Protector Yixun of the younger generation of the Nine Rank Masters? Or is it the same as the warrior monk who has fought against him?

Suddenly, Masaki felt a cold wind blowing behind him, and then, a figure silently stuck behind him, a solemn murderous aura like gunpowder that had been suppressed to the extreme, suddenly detonated, he didn't think about the sideways, raised his arm, and then there was a strong force coming from his arm, making his whole person involuntarily retreat backwards, his body was like being hit by a balloon, and he was like a soft bowstring that was pulled away vigorously with a softness that did not conform to human body mechanics, but it perfectly absorbed all the strength.

As soon as Masaki's feet landed, he didn't have time to think about it, and was about to look at the person who "attacked" him, when suddenly a familiar laugh reached his ears, and then a "Yes, son!" made his stormy counterattack disappear invisibly, his face was first stunned, and then he put on a warm smile again, turned around, opened his arms, and gave a big hug to the visitor.

"Master!" Masaki couldn't help but shout excitedly, that's right, the man in his sixties standing behind Masaki was the old man who made him the most profound in Zenxi Temple, and it was also the beginning of his fate with Zenxi Temple!

Jiekong also looked at the Zhengji in front of him with emotion, with a big smile on his wrinkled face, and his dress, just like when he met Zhengji for the first time, was dressed in a Tang costume, full of vigor and spirit, and he didn't look like an old man who had entered the old age.

"Stinky man, I didn't expect it!" "The old naughty boy looked at Zhengji and said with a smile.

"I didn't expect it at all, it's really good that you can come, master!"

After hugging, Masaki suddenly remembered the person who "attacked" him just now, the style and strength of the shot made him think of a possibility, turned around and looked, sure enough, the person who gave him a "heavy blow" just now was holding his arms and looking at the two of them with a faint smile, a familiar face, a memorable appearance, it was Jiewu!

"Master Martial Arts, you're here too!" the strange look on Masaki's face flashed, "It's really a surprise!I didn't expect that the surprise of the Xuan Sorrow Institute was that he actually sent his two masters to his side! I originally thought that maybe the Zen Xi Temple would only send one or two young warrior monks of the ninth grade, but I didn't expect that it would be such a great gift, two masters who could be in charge even in the Zen Xi Temple!" The expression on his face was immediately replaced by an excited smile.

stepped forward and gave Jiewu a warm hug.

"Bang bang bang", quit martial arts and don't smile, the bald head is particularly dazzling in the sun, patting Zhengji's back hard, as if slapping a sack, making Zhengji feel that his internal organs are moving with the master's beating, and he can't help but smile bitterly, if it weren't for himself, ordinary people would probably be out of breath after these slaps.

"Not bad, it seems that the skill has not fallen yet, and you can barely hold a move under my sneak attack," Jiewu's unsmiling appearance made Zhengji seem to have returned to the hot and passionate beach, and the devil instructor who trained day and night would be good at the moment, sure enough, Jiewu frowned, and then said: "However, even so, your vigilance is too bad! It seems that it is necessary to strengthen your training so that you can reminisce about the life of the Zen Temple!"

Zhengji smiled bitterly, raised his hands and said, "I know that I am wrong Master Martial Arts, can't I pay more attention in the future?"

"Did Master Xuanbei ask the master to come?" Masaki couldn't help but ask the question he wanted to ask.

"Yes! Come out, our two old ghosts can be regarded as stained with your light, I didn't expect that at such an old age, we can still come out for a walk, and protect your parents' work, in fact, it is a welfare task, it is good to be able to see the outside world! But then again, what kind of medicine did you pour into the ancestor, the warrior monk of the Zen Xi Temple, but he has never been a long-term bodyguard for anyone, this is the first time you have ever been a person, and more importantly, he also sent us both!" Jiekong said with emotion.

"Because my meaning to the Zen Xi Temple is like the meaning of nuclear weapons to the Chinese country!" Zheng Ji smiled, half-joking and half-true, at this moment he seemed to understand the intention of the old man Xuanbei, maybe only Xuanbei can feel that he is not ordinary in this world, and his existence, without exaggeration, can indeed have a greater impact on the Zenxi Temple and even the whole world!

"Just learn to brag, but it may also be that Master Xuanbei sees that you have good potential, so pay attention to you", if you don't believe in Zhengji at all, how can he have such great ability as one of the descendants of Zen Buddhism, he thought about it and found one of his most convincing ideas, Zhengji only took a few months, and he challenged Xuanbei Shizu and even didn't know how to win, he did have extraordinary potential and martial arts understanding.

"Senior brother, your six roots are not pure!" Jiewu on the side saw Jiekong's appearance, and said with a helpless look on his face, "nonsense" that didn't care about political discipline.

"Oh, senior brother, what are you pretending to be serious? Who is a monk who fights and kills like us every day, I think, it's good enough for the people I have killed in my life not to go to hell!" Jiekong pouted, and actually hugged Jiewu's neck like a young man in public, allowing Jiewu's face to become embarrassing and ugly.

"The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, give up my own person, in exchange for the safety of tens of millions of people, is naturally willing", Jiewu twisted his body awkwardly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and put his palms together.

"Fake serious, is it possible that you don't want to see how your sister-in-law and children are doing?"

Sure enough, Jiewu's face changed, and his expression revealed a look of happiness mixed with pain and guilt, as if he had been poked in the most vulnerable place in his heart, he took a deep breath, "If you join the Zen Temple, there will be no Chu Xunyuan, only Jiewu, and all the past has disappeared."

"Alas, senior brother, I know what you're worried about, why shouldn't I?" It's just that I didn't let you recognize each other openly, just take a look at them secretly," Jiekong didn't know what the senior brother was worried about, shook his head and said with emotion.

"Take a look in the dark?" Jiewu seemed to be moved by Jiekong, and looked at the passers-by of a family of three not far away in a trance, as if he was caught in a memory, he is also a human, how can he miss his home and relatives?

"Two masters, leave this matter to me, people only have one life, don't let yourself leave regrets, so why be afraid to look forward and look backwards?"

Jiewu looked at Zhengji and then at Jiekong and there was a secret emotion in the depths of his eyes he admitted that he shook and sighed softly head.

Maybe it's because the location of Masaki's pick-up is in an inconspicuous corner, or maybe it's because the fight comes and stops quickly, so the fight and action of the three just now didn't attract the attention of the people around them, and the three got into the car and drove to Masaki's manor.

"You stink, you mix well outside, the Mercedes Benz is all on", Qukong looked at the environment inside the car, and said with emotion.

"There, how can there be a picture of you?" and on the other side, Jiewu, his attention was on a huge poster outside the car, on which the man shining in the spotlight, the familiar face, was the driving Masaki.

Masaki glanced in the direction where the martial arts were looking, and said, "It's me, haven't I been with my master? I'm a singer outside."

"Well, I remembered, this is a good hiding of your identity", Jiewu showed a sudden look, head.

"Master Jiewu, I haven't asked you yet, where is your family?" Masaki thought of something, looked at Jiewu through the rearview mirror and asked.

Speaking of his family, Jiewu's face showed a look of complexity and memory, and after a long while, he sighed faintly and said: "That was a long time ago, when my family was still in a mountain village in Hebei, and the transportation was inconvenient, and then for various reasons, I was absorbed by the Zen Xi Temple, counting, it has been nearly 20 years now, and I don't know if the family is still there, but the Zen Xi Temple has special treatment for people like us who have families, and will compensate my family in various forms every year."

"Well, then we have time, master, let's go back and take a look together," Zheng Ji said, as for the information about the family of the master of the void, he had already told himself.

He didn't say anything, as if he was caught in the memories of that long home.

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