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"I don't know where it is, but I know the nonsense, what did the poor monk do?"

"Monk, didn't Wuheng fall into your hands anyway?" Dong Qinghe smiled, this monk is not yet immortal in the heart of the Yellow River.

"You still don't understand etiquette, hmph, you are not welcome in this temple."

"Monks are compassionate." Wu Hai took a few steps forward, with a ruffian on the corner of his mouth: "Why should the master be so unkind." ”

"The Buddha Yuan Temple is gone, and we don't know Wuheng, nor do we catch heads, and we don't have the intention of drawing a sword to help, but there are indeed some things that we want to disturb the master."

"What?" These few words made Monk Hui'an feel more comfortable, and he felt that this person was still easy to talk to, and indeed, Wuheng had nothing to do with them.

Wu Hai took two more steps: "Does the master know where the treasure of the Medicine King Valley has fallen?" ”

"What baby? The poor monk didn't know. Monk Hui'an shook his head, looking like he didn't know.

"Uncle Shi." Monk Wuneng sighed, and his tone was not good: "If it weren't for that thing, how could Senior Brother Wuheng be, alas, how could he have been poisoned by you." ”

"You monk, what was your identity at the beginning, what did you do, what was the identity of the poor monk, if it is really like what you said, how can you know about the poor monk." Monk Hui'an sneered: "Besides, Senior Brother Huiqing didn't say that these things were related to the poor monks, and you are actually here to bewitch these donors, which is really ill-intentioned." ”

Monk Wuneng was speechless on the spot, this person is really, thinking that it seems that this thing is really amazing, otherwise Hui'an would not have insisted on vetoing it so much.

"Monk, I am a person from the Medicine King Valley, that thing belongs to my master, I advise you, it is best to hand it over obediently." Dong Qinghe smiled, his eyes showed a fierce anger, and his face was not good.

"I don't know." Monk Hui'an sneered: "The donors probably heard the wrong things that they shouldn't have heard, so why bother to embarrass me, a monk who has ignored the world for many years." ”

"Monk, no matter how many years you ignore the world, in short, things are borrowed and returned. Back then, you took something from the Huiqing monk, this is an internal matter of your Buddha Temple, and we don't want to care about it. It's just that you took something from our Medicine King Valley, so you can't say that you don't care about us. ”

"What does the little benefactor mean, the poor monk doesn't understand." Monk Hui'an simply closed his eyes and ignored the others.

"Hey, don't toast or eat and drink, for the sake of you being the junior disciple of the great monk Huiqing, give you face, you have to cherish it."

Dong Qinghe was already very angry because he was worried about Han Zhen's illness, and now Hui'an still has this attitude.

"What kind of face is not face, the poor monk is a monk, he only knows how to worship the Buddha, the words of the small benefactor, the poor monk does not understand very well."

Dong Qinghe gasped and slapped it with one palm, she really didn't want to bother with this monk.

Although Monk Hui'an said that he was older, his kung fu did not regress, and his body moved away directly, and even his sleeves did not touch the slightest palm wind.

Hearing the voice inside, the monk outside the courtyard gate immediately came in: "Stop." ”

"Amitabha, this donor hasn't stopped yet." Seeing that Dong Qinghe did not hesitate at all, his fists and feet were still in the wind, where could this monk still stand, he went directly into the house and arrived at the fighting circle.

"This benefactor, you should have been a guest when you came to the temple, but why are you so rude to my uncle and an old man." The monk opened his arms and blocked Dong Qinghe with the appearance of protecting food.

"Get out of the way, I'm just looking for him to get our own things back, isn't it a matter of course?" Dong Qinghe, as a person who has been held up since childhood, is already a little arrogant and rude, and she doesn't like anyone to go against her the most.

"Wait." Wu Hai walked in at this time, stopped Dong Qinghe, and turned his head to look at the monk: "This master, you must only know about your uncle in Yuanhan Temple, but you don't know about the past." ”

"Some grievances are not like leaving home or changing places, and after many years, you can be fine. Could it be that the murderer is not a murderer if he takes refuge in Buddhism, or is Buddhism a place dedicated to hiding filth and filth? ”

"The donor is talking nonsense, of course not, it's just that you are clearly here to trouble Uncle Mingkong, and you have started to do it."

Dong Qinghe didn't like to deal with this kind of person the most, so he simply went out of the house, gave the place to Wuhai, and let him deal with it, after all, this Hui'an monk couldn't run.

He looked at Monk Wuneng with a smile and patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, well done, I will thank you well." ”

This made Monk Wuneng feel a little weak in his heart, and he silently recited the Buddha's name in his heart, hoping that the benefactor inside would not force him to break the vows again.

At this time, where are there any other requirements, if only I hadn't asked so much yesterday.

Who would have thought that this incident also involved the life of Mrs. Dong.

There are more and more monks outside the courtyard, and this is originally a place for those monks to stay and rest, where can they be hidden.

Soon several monks came in from the courtyard gate, although they were monks, they paid attention to patience, and they still didn't have a good face for Dong Qinghe.

"Uncle Shi." The monks saluted one by one, blocking Monk Hui'an behind them.

"These monks make me look like a great demon king." Dong Qinghe was a little dissatisfied.

Wuhai stopped her, after all, they came out of the Dong family, and it was a big fuss for people to know, and Han Zhen was not well, so they came out to make trouble, and no one benefited.

"These donors, the poor monks have already sent someone to invite the host, and the host will come soon, I don't know if I can wait." One of the monks stood in the middle, looking like a leader, "After all, this is a small monastery, and although we monks value harmony, we are not the same as being bullied for no reason. ”

"Then I'll wait for your host to come, but maybe this master of yours won't want us to meet with your host."

Dong Qinghe seemed to be smiling, although the thing was given to Huiqing by the old man, but Hui'an also stole it from Huiqing. Huiqing can't keep it well, as the apprentice grandson of the old man, the future medicine king valley master, it is his responsibility to track things back.

What is there to be afraid of, Hui'an did the first year of junior high school, so don't blame her for being fifteen.

"Amitabha."

Soon after, a group of monks came in from the gate of the courtyard, led by an old monk in a robe.

"Presiding."

"Presiding."

The monks next to him saluted one after another, this is the host of Yuanhan Temple, a compassionate and kind old monk.

This monk is kind and kind-eyed, although he is not young anymore, but it seems that compared with Monk Hui'an, there is really such a difference, Hui'an is like a fake monk.

"A few donors, the poor monk is polite." The host held a rosary in his hand, hung it on the tiger's mouth, and bowed.

"The master is polite."

This is a real master, and Dong Qinghe and their luggage should also be.

"I heard that there was a misunderstanding between a few and the Mingkong disciples of the temple, and the poor monk specially came to resolve it."

This monk is a good man, a gentle and polite one.

"Master, I'm here to ask Master Mingkong for something from our own sect." Dong Qinghe's attitude is much better.

"But after Mingkong joined the temple?"

"No, it's a long time ago, Mingkong is still practicing in the previous temple. It has nothing to do with this temple, so I didn't bother the masters. ”

Dong Qinghe smiled and pointed to Monk Wuneng again: "This is Mingkong's former nephew, our business, he is a witness." ”

"Although this matter is said to be a matter of Senior Brother Mingkong before this temple, but Senior Brother Mingkong is also a person from this temple, we can't ignore it, the person who comes is a guest, it is better to find another place, drink a cup of tea, and then talk slowly."

"It's fine." Dong Qinghe is not an unreasonable person, since she has been given steps, she will also give face to this host.

"Master Mingkong must come along." He turned his head again, looking at Monk Hui'an with a somewhat strange gaze.

"A few donors, please."

"Master, please."

The group left here, and outside the courtyard, the other people who followed were waiting, following Wuhai and Dong Qinghe, looking very angry.

After passing through the heavy portals, I came to the outside of a spacious courtyard, which was just an atmosphere, a little faded, like a broken nobleman.

"This is where the poor monks live, a few donors please."

Someone else had already pushed open the gate of the courtyard.

"Master, please."

Everyone went in turn, only Dong Qinghe and Wuhai's Wuneng monk walked into the door, and everyone else stood in the courtyard.

The people of Yuanhan Temple are also, in addition to the presiding abbot and Hui'an monk, there are also a few people who are obviously at the level of the throne and follow in, in addition to this, two small monks serving tea have entered.

"Donor." Waiting until the tea was poured, the host spoke: "This is a special tea made by a master in a small temple, it is okay, please ask a few donors to taste it." ”

Dong Qinghe picked up the teacup and took a look, yes, the tea was clean and clear, just a little brown, and it looked very comfortable.

Smell it again, it's very good, the faint aroma is a little like plum blossoms, and some sandalwood in front of the Buddha, of course, more is the aroma of tea.

The entrance is not hot, but it is a little hotter than warm water, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant, which is definitely the best grade.

"Okay, this master is a master."

The taste of this tea is not inferior to that of the Dong family, and the Dong family is the top-notch, and it is sent by some generations of tea producers.

"This tea is indeed a must for our temple." The host smiled and nodded, which was indeed their pride.

"Master, this time we are here to get our own things back, and I hope the master can understand."

Dong Qinghe is very polite, after all, others treat her very politely, and they give her a peach and repay her.

"I don't know what it is, how it's in the hands of Senior Brother Mingkong." The moderator asked very gently.

"I am from the Medicine King Valley, and Master Mingkong used to have some friendship with the ancestors of the temple, and once gave a thing to their host for safekeeping. Now that they have all gone unfortunately, they found out after many inquiries that the master is here. ”

"It turns out that the donor is the little miracle doctor of the Medicine King Valley, and the poor monk is polite. I don't know the donor, but, the female benefactor of the medicine bodhisattva? ”

The host's heart moved, some time ago, the city was full of turmoil in Taijing City, but it was not because of the medicine Bodhisattva.

"Yes, thanks to the love of all the friends on the rivers and lakes, I gave this nickname."

"Disrespectful and disrespectful, it turned out to be the female benefactor of the medicine bodhisattva."

"Amitabha."

Everyone chanted the Buddha one after another, and saw the rites again, the medicine Bodhisattva's medical skills, they still knew, the famous one, the medicine king valley and the young valley master.

If it is a medicine bodhisattva, there is really no need to deceive them, then Mingkong really took other people's things.

Only Hui'an, he had long known that this was a person from the Medicine King Valley, and his face did not move.

"Master, this thing has a lot to do with it, so I came to the door, I hope you will forgive me."

"The female benefactor is polite."

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree. Although Yuanhan Temple is still famous in the vicinity, there are also some things that can be used in it, such as tea.

But these can't add up to the influence of the Medicine Bodhisattva alone, let alone the Medicine King Valley.

Although Senior Brother Mingkong said that he had a bit of kung fu, he was only an old monk now, and his kung fu was not a top master, so where was it worth the young valley master of the Medicine King Valley to deliberately frame him.

"Master Mingkong, I advise you to give me that thing, after all, Buddhism is sometimes, in fact, it is more disciplined. Right. ”

Dong Qinghe looked at Monk Hui'an and directly threatened him, without concealing it.

It seems that Mingkong has some handle in the hands of the Medicine Bodhisattva.

"The poor monk is already dying, and he may throw away this stinky skin when he is wrapped up, what is there to worry about." The monk Hui'an looks at the nose, the nose and the mouth, and the mouth and the heart.

"The master said it easily, I really can't see the way those things were before, it's rare, it's rare, it's really repentant?"

"Don't listen to her nonsense." Wu Hai spoke up and smiled at Monk Hui'an: "This girl has a bad temper, don't be surprised by the master." ”

"The master is practicing in this Yuanhan Temple, indifferent and leisurely, quiet and far-reaching, studying Buddhism, that thing is useless, so why be persistent."

Wu Hai's tone was much better, and he slowly persuaded him, one singing with a white face and the other with a red face.

"This is given by the poor monk who used to preside over the senior brother, it is the poor monk's thing, just leave a thought, the two donors still don't force the poor monk."

"The host gave it to you before?" Dong Qinghe glanced at him, covered his lips and smiled.

"Master, everything is easy to discuss." Wuhai persuaded him.

"I won't take out this thing, the poor monk is just a stinky skin, and he is empty."

"You don't understand the truth of borrowing and repaying, you should know that some things are illegal." Dong Qinghe threatened him.

"It's not a secret, that thing, before it came here, when it was roaming the rivers and lakes, the poor monk had already used it. The donor should also know that if you use it, you won't be able to pay it back, and only one skin will remain. ”

Monk Hui'an means that there is only an empty bottle.

"Yes." Dong Qinghe smiled and clenched his fists.

This statement has some credibility, and it really needs to be discounted.

"That's true. The poor monk once met his former enemy, was injured and poisoned, if it weren't for this thing, he really wouldn't be able to live until now, and he would be grateful to Guigu. ”

"Yes, then give us the rest." Dong Qinghe opened his mouth to beg for it.

"This is just a thought left by the host brother, why should the female benefactor force each other."

"I'm afraid, your senior brother doesn't want to leave this thought for you." Dong Qinghe looked at him with a sarcastic smile.