Long Zun flipped his wrist and conjured out a sugarcane, without biting his teeth, he directly swiped it over the sugarcane stalk with his hand, and the sugarcane skin fell off by itself to reveal a piece of sugarcane like white sand.

I took a bite, it was quite sweet, I ate the sweet water inside, and the rest of the dross was spit out and spit on the ground casually.

Then, he looked at the middle-aged monk on the ground, and snorted in his mouth: "You and I are the first time I have seen it, you know that I have a parchment roll, can you pinch it like that big monk?"

Long Zun pointed at the nearest monk with a few bites of sugar cane that had been bitten off.

"It's all deceitful things, and the poor monk won't make those deceitful things. The middle-aged monk said.

"Since you don't know the prophet, then you're talking nonsense, deliberately framing me for having a parchment, and then getting me into a fight with this old man, so that you can tell the others that you might be able to catch me and the old man. Long Zun said in his mouth.

The middle-aged monk did not say a word, did not admit or deny.

In fact, that's what he thought in his heart, it would be better to have a parchment roll, even if there was no parchment roll, it would make these two people have a conflict, and then he could run away and report to the others.

He believed that with so many senior monks in the temple, there would always be someone who could subdue these two people, and even if they couldn't, joining hands would not be something that two people could deal with.

"It seems that I guessed correctly, and you don't dare to refute it yourself. Long Zun said lightly, and then he looked at Pan Xin on the side, "It turns out that I am the one who can pinch and calculate the unknown prophet." ”

Pan Xin rolled his eyes and said, "You stand aside, dare to lie to me, see how I clean him up." ”

Long Zun shrugged his shoulders, took two steps back, leaned his back against the wall, one leg propped up, the other leg rested on it, and the sugar cane in his hand did not forget to put it in his mouth and take a bite.

Pan Xin walked up to the middle-aged monk, pinched the middle-aged monk's shoulders with both hands, and before he could exert himself, he heard the middle-aged monk say, "Don't do it, I said." ”

Pan Xin let go of his hand and said lightly: "Say, where is the sheepskin rolled, and whose hands are it." ”

He could see that something as important as a parchment scroll would never be kept by a person in the martial arts realm, otherwise he wouldn't even know how to lose it.

"In my master's hands. The middle-aged monk sighed, lowered his head after speaking, and looked depressed.

"Senior brother in charge, don't talk nonsense, what does the master want that thing for?" said the great monk to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk glared at the big monk and said, "How do I know, I only know that the thing is in the master's place, and I don't know what that parchment scroll is for." ”

Pan Xin nodded, looked back at the great monk, and asked, "Do you know where your master is?"

The great monk shook his head blankly and said, "The poor monk is just a disciple who is not taken seriously, but the senior brother in charge must know where the master is. ”

Pan Xin turned his head, looked at the middle-aged monk, and said, "Take me to your master." ”

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and said, "The poor monk's master is a master, I'm afraid you may not be an opponent if you go!"

"What nonsense, you just have to take us there. Pan Xin scolded.

He is a master of the martial arts level, he has been here for so long, and he has not met an opponent worthy of a battle, and there are several powerful figures in the Dao Buddha Temple, but it is only the case of joining forces that makes it more difficult for him, and these people are not opponents one-on-one.

"Since the two of you said so, the poor monk will take the two of them over, but don't blame the poor monk for not reminding him, the poor monk's master is not the kind of cultivation of the poor monk, and there are not many people in the world who can beat my master. The middle-aged monk reminded again.

"What so much nonsense, hurry up and take us there. Pan Xin pushed the middle-aged monk, and the acupoints in the middle-aged monk's body were sealed, and his cultivation was almost nothing.

Pan Xin pushed the middle-aged monk out of the house, turned around and said to Long Zun: "Solve the other one, and then go to see his master with a bald donkey." ”

Long Zun nodded, biting the sugar cane in his mouth, stood up from the wall, and walked slowly over.

Pan Xin had already taken the middle-aged monk out of the house and walked out of a distance.

Poof, the great monk knelt on the ground and cried: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I did everything you asked me to do, please don't kill me." ”

Long Zun frowned, subconsciously pinched his nose with his hand, and glanced under the great monk with his eyes, and the ground was wet again.

"Don't worry, let you go, no one will kill you, let's go!" Long Zun waved his hand in disgust.

"Then, then, then I'm leaving?" The great monk didn't expect the change to be so fast, and he really didn't kill himself, and his face was still full of disbelief.

"I really won't kill you, let's leave quickly! Long Zun fanned with his hand, with a look of disgust.

The great monk did not show the slightest embarrassment, turned around and ran out, running out with all his might.

Long Zun stood behind him, and when the great monk was about to leave the house, Long Zun's body suddenly moved, and instantly appeared behind the great monk, and a hand knife was seen on the back of the great monk's neck.

The great monk rolled his eyes, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Long Zun kicked the big monk back into the house with a kick, and he closed the door again from the outside, and then chased Pan Xin.

Because the middle-aged monk's cultivation was sealed, he didn't walk fast, and Long Zun quickly caught up with them who didn't go far.

"Solved?" Pan Xin said secretly.

"You don't have to worry about me. Long Zun also replied, and continued to bite the sugar cane in his mouth and walked forward.

A middle-aged monk led the way, and soon came to a rockery, only to see him point to a hole on the top of the rockery with his hand, "The master of the poor monk is inside." ”

"Okay, you lead the way in!" Pan Xin said lightly.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at Long Zun, and a sneer appeared at the corner of their mouths at the same time.

The middle-aged monk did not hesitate, and walked directly into the mouth of the rockery cave, followed by Pan Xin and Long Zun, and walked inside together.

There was a black hole in the rockery, and when he walked into a distance, he couldn't see his five fingers, but for Pan Xin and Long Zun in the realm of Wuzong, it had no impact at all, and the scene in front of him was still clear.

The middle-aged monk didn't know that there were small movements in his hands, and he could see that he was ready to escape at any time.

Pan Xin, who was following behind, sneered: "Don't use your little caution, I can see here that there is a raised stone in front of you, you can go around it if you go around to the left." ”

The middle-aged monk couldn't figure out whether what Pan Xin said was the truth, so he didn't listen to him, but walked forward directly, hitting his head on the raised stone.

Pan Xin said coldly: "I said it all, I can see the situation here, you put away those careful thoughts, don't show off in front of me." ”

(End of chapter)