Chapter 333: The Art of War?

Liu Lan couldn't help laughing, laughing so much that her stomach hurt, and finally her cheeks twitched: "Ahem, cough, fourth, people are not crazy teenagers, don't you think that in front of thousands of people, performing such a distinctive show is worthy of our youth?" ā€

In response to him, it was Yang Hao's middle finger, two!

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The old monk Daoyan often meditates here, he is the official monk of Fahai Temple in the capital, but he travels all over the world all the year round, and now he is placing orders in Lingyin Temple.

At this time, Prince Ma and Xingji were sitting next to him, studying the confidential information that Yang Hao had snatched back from the sea some time ago.

The little monk pouted: "Old Ma, if you follow what I say, let's follow the map, go directly to Europe, and get all the antiques on this information back, and then the treasure map is not in it, won't it be clear?" ā€

Prince Ma was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Do you think those places are parks, you can enter if you want to?" And this time things are completely wrong, I always feel that this is a pit dug for us by the grandsons of the Pure Land of Bliss. ā€

The old man looked shrewd: "Let's play a trick 'Jiang Gan stealing books' first, deliberately let us get the information, and then go to Europe to charge, and after the matter is completed, they will play another trick 'Yellow Sparrow is behind', and we will even bring people and things to catch all of us, which is insidious enough!" ā€

The little monk rolled his eyes: "Please, old horse, no matter what the people of the Pure Land of Bliss Sect say, they are still monks, how can they be so black-bellied as you say." ā€

He retorted reasonably: "And if it wasn't for Brother Hao last time, this information wouldn't have fallen into our hands, plus the encryption of Apple's system is even helpless for the FBI, it's just foolproof, so how do you look at it, it's not like a pre-set conspiracy by the other party." ā€

Prince Ma insisted on his opinion: "You kid knows a fart, since ancient times, soldiers have not been tired of cheating, besides, isn't the monk insidious?" ā€

He pointed at the old monk: "You ask your master, see if he reads a lot of scriptures or military books on weekdays, you must know that the bald donkeys of the Pure Land of Bliss Sect are not good stubbles for fasting and reciting Buddhas, and if you fight with them, you need to be careful." ā€

The little monk found fault: "Hey, old horse, are you 'pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey', and you are bent on bullying people?" ā€

At this time, Dao Yan finally opened his eyes, and the two stopped arguing for a moment, and they both looked at this current speaker of the Dharma Protector Heavenly Sect Brahma King who could really have the final say, wanting to see how he planned it.

But Daoyan just smiled and pointed to the ground first, then to the sky, and finally shook his head slowly, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Prince Ma and Xingji, you look at me, I look at you, each other is confused.

After a while, the impatient little monk couldn't hold back for a while, pulled Prince Ma away a little, scratched his ears and cheeks and asked, "Hey, old horse, what does my master mean, do you understand?" ā€

Prince Ma's face was unfathomable, he looked at Xingji with contempt, and coughed dryly: "Ahem, of course I understand, you don't understand?" ā€

The little monk rolled his eyes wildly, slapped his swollen face and became fat: "Rub, of course I understand the Buddha, this ...... Isn't this an examination for you, come on, come on, old horse, you talk about it, I think what you said is right. ā€

Prince Ma is better than a monkey, how could he be fooled, and sneered and said: "Bah, you go to the grave to burn newspapers, fool the ghost, if you know, you will say you know, if you don't know, you will say you don't know, pretend to be chicken feathers, I won't tell you if you are like this." ā€

The little monk had no choice but to surrender: "Okay, okay, I'...... I don't know if it's going to happen, do I? Let's talk about it quickly, what does my master's pretending action just now mean? ā€

Prince Ma actually couldn't figure out the exact meaning of pretending to force the old monk, but he was thick-skinned and forcibly flickered: "Ahem, cough, I guess your master means this, first pointed to the ground, which means that the good defender is hidden under the nine earths, and then pointed to the sky, which means that the good attacker moves above the nine heavens." ā€

"Finally, he shook his head, which means that the time has not yet come, let us hold our troops for the time being, and focus on defense in the short term, after all, the art of war is cloudy: first is invincible, and the enemy can be defeated."

After the old man finished speaking, he almost believed it, and turned around and stretched out his thumb to the old monk, and praised it sincerely: "How else to say that your master is cunning and cunning, and he doesn't read scriptures and military books all day long, and he is really smart!" ā€

The little monk was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was a little sluggish, and finally swallowed his saliva hard, only to wake up, and said: "I'll go, old horse, although I don't understand what you are talking about just now, I still think my master is so awesome, but ...... Are you sure he really meant that? ā€

Prince Ma glared: "Anyway, I think that's what he meant, and the four treasure maps are indispensable, even if the little devils really get the European one, then they only have two copies in their hands, and it still won't work, so we don't need to go to Europe to take risks now." ā€

The little monk pouted: "How to make decisions is a matter for you old guys, I am always responsible for running errands and working hard anyway, but now I just want to know if you guessed right." ā€

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, opened his notepad, and edited a line of words: Master, what do you mean by those actions just now?

Then Xing Ji took the mobile phone, ran to the eaves, and asked the old monk to reply on the mobile phone.

Dao Yan took the phone, shot like the wind, skillfully tapped on the touch screen, quickly threw the phone back to the little monk, and then continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Xingji held the mobile phone and took a closer look, his eyes widened instantly, and then he hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, and ran to the side of Prince Ma before laughing wildly at the lake, laughing so much that he almost didn't roll on the ground.

The corners of Prince Ma's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help asking: "Hey, hey, hey, sexual, what did your master say, are you laughing like this?" ā€

The little monk finally held back his laughter, and handed the mobile phone to Prince Ma tremblingly: "You...... You old fool, see for yourself, Buddha, I'll laugh for a while, hahaha, and his meow's art of war is cloudy, laugh at me, wahahaha......"

He began to laugh again, and tears came out of his eyes.

At this time, the sky began to be overcast, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder coming from the sky, as if it was going to rain.

Prince Ma took the mobile phone and took a closer look, and suddenly couldn't help but blush, it turned out that the old monk's reply was like this:

The teacher pointed to the ground, to let the two of you come to the house to discuss, to point to the sky, to let you look at the clouds, because the weather forecast said that there would be rain today, shaking your head, so that you should not believe in science, the current 24-hour weather forecast is very accurate.

Prince Ma almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood after reading it, and he couldn't wait for a wooden fish to knock this old bald donkey to death! (To be continued.) )