(There is still a chapter at night, and if you don't finish writing it, you won't sleep, is there anyone who votes to encourage it?) ）

", fairy!"

"Are there really immortals? Get out of the way and let me take a picture! ”

"Isn't it a magic show in the temple? Where did the gods come from these days? ”

As soon as I saw Feng Qingyang, the surroundings immediately seemed to explode, hot discussions, and photographs, and the entire Jiubao Temple suddenly became lively.

There are also people who are staring at Murong Tianxin and Xiao Tianji.

The people who looked at Murong Tianxin all swallowed their saliva, and exclaimed in their hearts, immortals are immortals, and the girls who follow them are so upright, let alone immortals, even if they are ordinary people, if there is such a girl by their side, they are definitely immortals.

As for the little monkey, everyone wondered, the little guy looked like a monkey cub, but he was very shrewd, he only ate the banana in his hand, and when others threw bananas at it, he ignored it.

Being stared at by so many people, Murong Tianxin was a little embarrassed, and under the escort of several little monks, he quickly hid in the main hall.

Today's scene is a bit big, so Jiubao Temple dispatched the entire temple monks to avoid accidents.

Of course, this is the first blind worry of the Dharma Hall and the Arhat Hall, once the monks sat here, what accidents could happen?

Back then, when his old man held a magic staff and swept away thousands of demons in the demon cave, their father's father was still a baby!

"I won the little monk, and I have my own good wine!" At one point, the monk said, and with a wave of his sleeves, a huge white chess piece popped out of the stone forest on the side and landed on the huge chessboard.

"Haha, the monks don't speak, spoon head, you have to count when you speak!" Seeing this scene, Feng Qingyang felt as if he had returned to the past. The two of them played chess and fought at the same time.

Today's fighting method is unlikely, there are so many people around, let alone fighting methods, the two of them only need to secretly compete hard, and there will definitely be countless casualties.

However, it is also a good pleasure to be able to play against old friends again.

As for good wine, it doesn't matter if there is or not, he just scavenged dozens of jars in Shushan. Still afraid of running out of alcohol?

Talking to the spoon head, it is nothing more than to find the feeling of the past, with the personality of the spoon head, the temple will not hide wine, so where did he get the good wine for him to drink?

When the time comes, lose. The spoon head must be embarrassed again, and the Fengda Immortal likes to see the honest spoon head look embarrassed.

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang also waved his hand, and a huge black chess piece broke through the air and landed on the chessboard.

"Let's win the little monk first!" At one point, the master waved his hand again, and the chess pieces fell to the ground.

Feng Qingyang followed closely.

Both of them are playing lightly, not looking at the chessboard at all. Then I saw the chess pieces fall one after another crackling.

The people around them were dumbfounded, this kind of chess scene, they had never seen it in TV movies!

"Do you say that the master is powerful, or is the great immortal powerful?" Soon. The people around me began to discuss this topic, and they were surprised enough, and it was cool to take pictures, and the level of the topic went up.

They don't understand Taoism and Buddhism. I only know that once the monk was a monk, that is, the master. As for Feng Qingyang, he came over on a gourd, obviously a great immortal.

"It looks like a master, just look at the expression, look at the master's calm face, and the certainty of winning is greater!" Someone bought a master to win, and the reason is still very good, "Look at that big immortal again, he is too young, and he is too casual, he drinks while playing chess, and it is unlikely that he will win!" ”

"It makes sense, just by looking at the old monk's style, you know that there is a head!" The people who echoed it were one after another, as the so-called freezing three feet is not a day's cold, they are not cultivators, but they know that this thing is not something that can be done at the age of dozens to become famous, at least when you have a lot of eyebrows and mustaches, you have some skills.

Looking at it this way, it must be that the master is more likely to win.

"Haha, spoon head, let's get here first, the old man will come when he goes!" At this moment, Feng Qingyang jumped up and ran straight towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall, followed by a rapidly flickering shadow, which was Xiao Tianji.

"Look, I'll just say it, Daxian is not the master's opponent, and he escaped from the battle!" Seeing this, there was a burst of disdain all around, and if you can't get down, you can run, what kind of immortal is this!

"Well, I hate people who leave halfway through a game of chess!" There are also people who are indignant, seeing that others are about to win, turn around and leave, this is too unkind, don't lose if you can't afford it!

"Donors, please stay!" But just as everyone was scolding and about to leave, the master got up, put his hands together, and bowed to everyone.

"Hello Master!" Once the monk came back a few days later, but it was already prestigious, so when they saw the master perform this great ceremony, everyone was all restrained, respectfully returned the salute, and they all folded their hands together and bowed respectfully.

"The little monk wants to find the benefactor to turn into a ......" once the master laughed, quite a virtuous monk's demeanor.

"Master, please tell me, how much does it cost!" Before the master finished speaking, everyone began to take out their wallets, and it seemed that as long as the master opened his mouth, they would give him as much as he wanted, which was the influence of a virtuous monk.

"No, no, no, the donors have misunderstood, the little monk doesn't want money, the little monk just wants to make a few jars of good wine to the donors!" At one point, the master hurriedly explained, not to mention that a monk like him had long regarded money as dung, even if he asked for money, he would not ask for it like this, just take a magic weapon and sell it, it would be enough for him.

But wine is different, good wine is not something that money can buy, it can be bought, that means that this wine is very common and not precious, so good wine is a private collection, and the kind that can't be bought with money can only be turned into fate.

"Okay, master, you wait, I'll call the secretary and ask the secretary to bring it, my wine...... Bag you are satisfied! Someone didn't say a word, just agreed, and then started calling, shouting for the secretary to open the safe and send their treasures.

"No, master, it's not like a monk doesn't drink alcohol, what do you want to drink?" Some people questioned it, monks don't drink alcohol and don't eat meat, everyone knows this!

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, do you understand!"

"That is, this is the 21st century. Don't be so old-fashioned, isn't it, as long as the master is dedicated to the Buddha, what's wrong with a few bites? ”

It's just that as soon as the man's voice fell, he was sprayed with saliva all over his face, which shows that the influence of the master was so great that even drinking alcohol could be tolerated.

"No, no, what the benefactor said is extremely true, monks are not allowed to drink! It's just that the little monk just lost the chess, and the wine promised to others will naturally be served. A monk can't be untrustworthy, can he? But the little monk has empty sleeves, where to get the good wine to give to others, can only rely on the donors! Seeing this, the master hurriedly helped the man out of the siege. Another one bowed down and made things clear.

It's not that he didn't want to talk about it just now, but the donors were too enthusiastic, and they interjected one after another, and he couldn't explain things clearly.

"What? Did the master lose? "These words are undoubtedly a stone that stirs up a thousand waves, just look at the momentum, look at the state, how can it be the master to win. How did the master say he lost?

"Yes, master, that man has escaped from the battle, how can he win? Guru. You're not going to be giving him a step, are you? The master is too merciful! "No one believes that this is true, that great immortal is not only casual, but also has a sense of hanging, how can he win the respect of everyone for a time monk?

"Monks don't speak. In fact, he gave the little monk a step, and deliberately left without finishing! At one point, the monk laughed. Feng Qingyang's chess skills are as sharp as his swordsmanship, and he lost convincingly, but he didn't expect to lose so quickly.

I thought that so many years had passed, but his Taoism had grown a lot, but I didn't expect Feng Qingyang's Taoism to be far longer than him.

"No, that guy's chess skills are so good!" Hearing this, the agitation around him became louder, yes, once the monk didn't lie, that means that guy really won!

Everyone turned their heads to look at the side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, their faces were full of incredulity, and there was anyone more powerful than a monk once?

"What are you crying about?" For the restlessness outside, Feng Daxian saw it, but he didn't pay attention to it, he was tired of hearing such exclamations a hundred years ago.

The reason why he ran away before he finished playing chess was because he was expected by a monk once, he was giving him a step, how can people say that he is also the big boss of Southern Shaolin, and it is inappropriate to defeat him directly in front of so many people.

Unexpectedly, the spoon head is still so honest, and he told others.

The second was that he saw Murong Tianxin crying.

Wasn't it okay just now, flying on a gourd, it was a joy on his face, why are you crying now? Could it be that he feels that the temple is too bitter and does not want to realize Zen here?

"Weiwei's phone was not answered!" Murong Tianxin wiped his tears, then turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyang with a pitiful look.

"Maybe she didn't see it, don't worry, when she sees it, she will definitely get back to you!" If it were usual, Fengda Immortal would definitely be mad, two ghost girls, should they be so good that they are so good, they have only been separated for a few hours, and they are going to call? The phone didn't go through and I cried my nose, and I really never grew up.

But this was the first time he saw Tianxin girl crying, and his heart softened, and he was embarrassed to scold.

"No, she's a policeman, and she has to carry her mobile phone with her wherever she goes, so as not to be slow to react when there is an emergency!" Murong Tianxin choked up and said, she knows Zheng Weiwei best, if the girl's phone can't get through, there is only one situation, and that is an accident.

Otherwise, with that girl's professionalism, the mobile phone is definitely 24 hours a day, and the two of them often sleep together, so she knows that Zheng Weiwei often receives a call in the middle of the night, and then she doesn't wear underwear, and she goes to the police with a coat, and she often laughs at this girl's dead brain, so why do you work hard, she is not the only policeman in the whole of China.

But in my heart, I actually admire Weiwei's little prodigal girl, this is the police!

Now that the phone can't get through, she suspects that something is wrong, and it is also because when Binhu parted ways, she found that Weiwei's little prodigal face was wrong.

The girl said that she wouldn't come to South Shaolin with her, and she thought that the girl didn't think there was anything to do in the temple, but now that she thinks about it, when the girl was talking, her eyes kept drifting, and with her understanding of her, the girl must have something to hide from her.

"Back to Binhu!" Feng Qingyang didn't say anything more, he directly hugged Murong Tianxin, and then stood up with his sword, and when he came out of the Nine Treasure Temple, he didn't forget to shout, "Spoon head, put the wine in the temple first, I'll come back and drink!" ”

", Edgeworth is flying, brother isn't dazzled, right?"

"Wife, look, Sword Immortal!"

It was not Master Yi who answered, but the pilgrims in the temple, all of whom were amazed.