At the same time, the monk faintly felt that the appearance of this person was probably not so simple.

Coincidentally, they appeared on the road that the two of them had to pass through, and the time was so precise that if they hadn't been following them, they would have gotten the news in advance. So, who leaked it? Could it be that the town under the Jialan Temple has begun to be unpeaceful?

Just thinking about it, Chixin and the young man who whistled were already fighting together. The young man's hands and knives complement each other, although they are not as long as the red heart, but they are at ease. At the same time, there are many provocations between words.

Such as "You are a big girl like a flower, go to seduce a bald monk, and you are not afraid of people's jokes?" These words made the red heart angry. It's been my obsession all along, but I never thought that it would become so unbearable to pop out of the young man's "dog's mouth".

Even when the monk heard about it, he shook his head again and again. I don't know how the world has become so difficult, such a young person is already so sophisticated, and so sharp-toothed.

Chixin seemed to be a little angry, and it was a good mood all the way, but it was mixed up by the young man who was killed halfway. Her good temper in front of the monk was thrown out of the clouds at this time, and she scolded with anger on her face: "Okay, you little bastard with a mother and no mother, are you tired of being alive, let my sister send you back to the West." ”

The young man did not show any excesses in his anger at Chixin, but grinned and showed his neat white teeth, as if mocking Chixin's inability to hold his breath.

The monk saw that the breath of the red heart began to turbulent, and the secret path was not good. jumped between the two of them, temporarily separating the two sides. And said to the young man: "Amitabha, why does the donor use foul language, I can't wait for something important, why should the donor bother to stop it?" ”

The whistle-blowing young man made a stinky face and said with a look of disdain: "Since I left the school, it is the first time I have seen a big girl and a big monk without shame. ”

When Chi Xin heard this, he immediately scolded angrily: "It's against the norm for me to go to your uncle's house." The monk's face sank, blocking in front of Chi Xin, who wanted to continue to make trouble, and continued: "Let me ask you one last time, do you let it or not?" ”

The whistle young man straightened his waist, put the double knife on his shoulder, and said righteously: "The young master will not let me today." ”

The monk suddenly took a step forward and folded his hands. The visible robe suddenly swelled, and the breath leaked out. The monk's face changed from mild to angry, from angry to sad, and from sad to joyful. As his complexion changed, the monk's body suddenly appeared with three heads and six arms, and he shouted: "Retreat!" ”

The young man who whistled was unexpected, and was knocked to the ground by this sound, and fell to the ground. When I came back to my senses, I hurriedly groped around to see if there was anything missing, and I couldn't help but be a little afraid.

I didn't expect this monk to hide so deeply, the master once told the rivers and lakes to be sinister, it seems that this is indeed the case. But I have to take care of this kind of unethical thing, so I can only fight it.

Chixin saw that the monk could not understand the six realms of the law, but he did not hurt the young man's life, and he knew that he might have a hidden secret, so he also restrained his breath, waited sideways, and looked at the man coldly.

The whistling young man took out something from his bosom and threw it into the sky, and a silk handkerchief instantly turned into a vast net in the sky, heading towards the monk's cover. The monk shook his head helplessly, and with a finger of compassion and emptiness, he took the large net of silk handkerchief into his hand.

The whistle-blowing young man couldn't help but retreat when he saw that the trump card was easily taken away. Just as he turned around to run, he was stopped by the monk who didn't understand, "Your master is that Huitong Zen Master?" ”

The young man who whistled looked surprised and asked suspiciously, "Do you know the teacher?" ”

At this time, the monk had already received the six Dharma Phases, regained his gentle expression just now, and then said: "But your master sent you here, saying that if you meet a monk on the road, you will walk with him?" ”

The whistle-blowing young man was already full of astonishment at this time, nodded again and again, and said: "Shi Niang also said that if there is a woman next to the monk, she will kill it, so as not to tarnish the reputation of Jialan Temple." ”

The monk laughed when he heard this, and suddenly said with a straight face: "If your master does it, others can't do it?" After speaking, he took Chixin and strode forward. The young man who whistled was confused and hurriedly followed.

As he walked, he said, "My surname is Leng, and I am an orphan adopted by Master. Since he can remember, Master has never mentioned where his master came from, but whenever his wife was angry, she would point at Master's nose and scold the 'old bald donkey', and Master would always smirk. ”

The monk seemed to inadvertently think of the past, and muttered: "I am your uncle, and your master is my brother." It's just that after being born many years ago, he never returned to Jialan Temple, and it seems that he strayed into the red dust and never returned. ”

The young man surnamed Leng asked, "Then master, how do you know what the master told me?" Let me wait for you again? What is the reason for this? ”

The monk smiled dumbly, and said mysteriously: "Do you know that in this world, there is an object called the Flying Pigeon Book? Although your master returned to the world without authorization, he never cut off contact with his master, and his master, that is, your master, also missed him very much. However, there are "tigers" in the family, so I have to do this. ”

Speaking of this, Chixin burst out laughing. I didn't expect that this stupid monk could still joke so seriously, and the days ahead may not be boring.

Thinking of this, Chixin's face flushed. The young man surnamed Leng saw it with sharp eyes, and hurriedly said in a panic: "Shi Niang said that if a woman's face is red, she must be in poor health, master, you can help my sister take a look." ”

Hearing this, Chi Xin immediately retracted his face, stared at the young man surnamed Leng with his cold eyes, and said word by word: "Your master is the 'tiger', her words can't be believed." ”

The young man surnamed Leng was suddenly stunned on the spot, because he really didn't understand, why the "tiger" in the mouth of the great monk could be Shi Niang? The monk shook his head and sighed, patted the young man surnamed Leng on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "When you meet it, you will understand." If there is nothing else to do, let's go on the road together. ”

Chixin wanted to speak out against it, but seeing that the monk was resolute, he stopped talking about him. Although they are peers, they are still wary. Because all this seemed too coincidental to her.

But what the monk said just now is seven points true and three points false. Although the monks do not gossip, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and there are endless deceitful things, so it is better to be cautious.

Since the beginning of the temple a hundred years ago, Jialan Temple has been a master and a disciple. In his master's generation, he accepted two apprentices due to various opportunities, that is, Zen Master Huitong and himself. But the master was never able to break the rules of the century-old master, so he sent Huitong to be born first, and if he had the heart to turn around, he would pass on the position of presiding officer to him.

But alasso, Hongchen is so lonely, after all, he still hasn't escaped the arrangement of fate. A white-eyed monk who has never been in the world, how can he fight against the world of flowers, but he also met the person he loved in his life.

Since then, there has been one less monk in Jialan Temple, and there is one more person in the world. But after all, the master-apprentice relationship, the monk and the master are only fatalistic, although there are regrets, they can only accept it. In this way, I can only pin my hopes on Butong.

For many years, Huitong has never forgotten the teachings of his master, but he has hidden the red dust, and there is absolutely no reason to return to Jialan Temple, so he can only use this flying pigeon to pass on the book to maintain the ethereal cause and effect.

After many years, the monk finally understood that this is the fate of every monk of Jialan Temple, and it is also the cause and effect of every monk of Jialan Temple. Master later said that at the beginning of the establishment of Jialan Temple, it was a knot. This knot could have been opened, but it fell deeper and deeper because of various regrets.

Since then, the people of Jialan Temple have to go through this red dust test, and only one person can break the shackles, so that Jialan Temple will no longer bear this unwarranted fate.

However, in the letters between the monk and the senior brother, it is indeed mentioned that there is a disciple surnamed Leng. Zen Master Huitong's original intention was to let the disciples become ordained and complete their unfinished mission. But he was sternly refused.

What can I do if I want to add sin, I am already in the red dust, so why should I run away. The empty door is full of suffering, and there is no trace of dust. Under the compromise of the latter, he could only agree to lead the experience, and there was such a thing.

Although it is reasonable, it always feels a little unreasonable. If Senior Brother Huitong didn't say anything, then naturally this person's action was reasonable. If Senior Brother Huitong makes it clear, then I am afraid that the apprentice and nephew will already be more than lucky. And who is the person in front of him?

It's too late for the monk to think about it, because there is a bigger problem to solve in front of him at this time. After Chixin and the young man surnamed Leng went to the road, they have been sneering at each other, and the two sides have come and gone, without any intention of giving in.

The monk is mixed in the middle, and it is already a head and two big. It doesn't matter if they will start to do it without saying a word. It is this kind of verbal stimulation that also makes this out-of-place trio look particularly eye-catching.

There are still two or three hours to go to the nearest place of residence, and if this is the case all the way, then I am afraid that I will be tortured and crazy by the two of them before I reach the place where I have landed.

The monk who didn't understand the Buddha's mouth recited the Buddha's name, and suddenly interjected and said, "Stop here." Master Leng, you don't know the cause and effect, don't talk nonsense. Heart, don't continue to entangle. ”

When Chixin heard the words, he immediately stopped his voice, and that sentence of "heart" was worth a thousand words. The young man surnamed Leng was obviously not enjoyable, but because of Uncle Shi's affection, he still shut up stupidly, but he became more and more curious about Uncle Shi and this woman.

After the truce between the two, the monk said with a straight face: "Master Leng, we can't confirm your identity at the moment, what token do you have to give the poor monk a look?" The young man surnamed Leng suddenly patted his head, Xu was arguing too fiercely just now, and forgot about this stubble.

The young man surnamed Leng took out an object from his arms, held it up with both hands and handed it to the monk who couldn't understand it, and said respectfully in his mouth: "Senior nephew Leng Wanzhang, please see Uncle Cantong." The monk cautiously took the object wrapped in linen, glanced at Chixin, and the two sides immediately understood. And Leng Wanzhang still bowed his head and lifted up, looking respectful.

When the monk opened the linen cloth, a somewhat yellowed robe came into view. Suddenly, all kinds of doubts were relieved, and the monk stepped forward and hugged the young man surnamed Leng firmly in his arms, and murmured: "My nephew has suffered." ”