Originally, the theory of gods and ghosts was prevalent in this era, and after seeing Chen Mo's sword immortal methods, he was even more certain, so after Li Chunfeng said this, he really didn't dare to try it easily. ∫ pine, pine, and ∫ said

"So... Isn't there a way? Li Shimin seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was talking to their master and apprentice.

"Although I don't know what Your Majesty is asking for, but according to our short contact, Mr. Chen is not a stingy person, if His Majesty asks why not ask Mr. Chen in person, it is better than being troubled here."

and begged for ???

Li Shimin really has such a thought in his heart, but he has already paid half of the harvest for support before, although he is still his own in name, but he is the son of heaven, shouldn't he be the king of the whole world, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister?

Wait, it seems that people are really not people in this world... People are from heaven!

"There are a lot of things you don't know about here, forget it, since you can't do it, forget it, the two of you go down and rest, and the next day will depend on your respective abilities."

Even if this matter can't be completed, the festival will still be held, just to make Chang'an lively, and it can be regarded as celebrating the victory of the Turks in advance.

The puja is not important to the people of Xiaolin Temple now, their face is almost lost on the cross slope, who would have thought that the small place of the cross slope actually gathered so many vendors, and the most well-informed people in the world are probably these vendors.

It's only been a day, and the joke of Cui Cai, a student of the Hero Academy, beating the eighteen monks, has spread throughout Chang'an, and now the monk has to wear a headscarf when he goes out, for fear of being recognized as a monk and asking if it is from Xiaolin Temple.

The monks of other temples also looked at the monks of Xiaolin Temple with some strange looks, at least as the first monk of Xiaolin Temple, Jueyuan thought so.

"Tell me about you one by one, usually when you are in the temple, you are the eldest of the two elders, and when you arrive in Chang'an, you are so embarrassed, my Xiaolin Temple is famous for its eighteen stick monks, but in your generation, you can't even beat the students of a little hero college! He was also hung on the mountain gate and smoked. ”

Jueyuan looked at the eighteen monks standing in the corner of the wall, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Xiaolin Temple is so famous, this festival is also expected to be carried forward and contribute to the Buddha's door, but the festival has not started to lose face first, if this face can't be recovered, he even feels shameless when he participates in the festival.

"Senior brother, give us another chance, we accidentally fell for their demon magic last time, we will definitely not underestimate the enemy this time!"

"Yes, senior brother, that outcast Wuhua is inside, at that time we also saw him teaching those students our Xiaolin Temple's coiling dragon stick, so we came forward to stop it, and asked them to hand over people to forbid learning, who knew that they not only didn't hand it over, but they suddenly shot and injured us, this is a sneak attack, this is why they won't win, if we do it again, we will definitely not lose!"

After hearing them say this, Jueyuan's anger decreased somewhat, but when he heard the news of Wuhua and taught martial arts at the Hero Academy, he felt a lot more disgusted in his heart.

In Xiaolin Temple, I heard that this flowerless monk has impure six roots of impure thoughts, and often goes to the mountains to hunt and eat meat, which is okay, it is nothing for a warrior monk to eat meat, but he actually moved his heart and fell in love with the shepherd girl under the mountain, and was sued by someone's father to the temple, which was expelled from Xiaolin Temple, and read that he had no merit and hard work in the temple for many years, so he did not break his hands and feet to abolish his kung fu, but he did not expect to let him find a college in Chang'an to openly teach Xiaolin Temple martial arts!

"Hmph, my Xiaolin Temple is the Dharma inheritance, how can the martial arts of the ancestors fall into the hands of others, this time we must abolish the martial arts without flowers!" Jueyuan slapped the table, and a handprint appeared on the table of Lihuamu.

The eighteen monks below were immediately overjoyed, their shame made them want to kill Wuhua immediately, and now that the senior brother was about to make a move, of course they were happy.

And the happiest among them is one of the guys named Huien, no one knows what he has done, in fact, he has no grudge against Wuhua, but the eighteen stick monks are not something that anyone can do.

There are a lot of warrior monks in Xiaolin Temple, but the eighteen stick monks can only be eighteen, everyone is going all out every time they are selected, and Wuhua is a newcomer who has risen in recent years, Hui En is the eighteen stick monk not because of how powerful he is, but he has a backstage, everyone gave him the face of the first emptiness master of the Master Discipline Academy, so he sat firmly on one of them, but Wuhua was a stunned young man, and the goal was directed at the eighteen stick monks.

The shepherdesss is not pretending to be such a one, and it is true that the relationship is good, but the shepherdesss likes no flowers, and no flowers do not have this meaning, but Hui En found the shepherdess's home, and the temple field rent was reduced by 30%, and the old man directly agreed, anyway, his daughter did not lose, but the rent of this field was reduced.

Hui En's master is the first seat of the Discipline Academy, and he can't say that he is a bad person, but he won't give a good face to Wuhua, who doesn't give himself face and wants to replace his apprentice, and it's not good to directly expel anyone who says good things, and it's already very merciful if he doesn't abolish martial arts.

Originally, this contradiction had been over after Wuhua went down the mountain, but the good one didn't die and bumped into it again on the cross slope outside Chang'an City, if there was no flower, Hui En would not be looking for trouble, at most a few words of ridicule, but now looking at it, people are called a nourishing life, which makes Hui En how can he bear it.

As a result, he stepped forward to provoke trouble and was beaten by Cui Cai, who happened to be listening to the class, and the eighteen stick monks were hung on the mountain gate of the Hero Academy and lost their faces.

The time of three days is very soon, Jueyuan opened his eyes, picked up his mixed iron rod and walked out, the eighteen stick monks outside have been waiting for a long time, today is the day of their revenge!

"Amitabha!" As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a Buddha horn.

Jueyuan stopped to look, but it was a gray-clothed monk standing at the door.

"Amitabha, this senior brother, dare to ask what you have to say?" Jueyuan asked after subconsciously bowing back.

"Poor monk Xuanzang, dare to ask, but is it the junior brother of Xiaolin Temple?"

The gray-clothed monk said with a smile, it was obviously just a simple sentence, but it naturally made people feel a sense of closeness, and being called a junior disciple did not make Jueyuan feel that there was anything wrong, the name Xuanzang is very famous in Buddhism.

"It turned out that Senior Brother Xuanzang was here, Senior Brother is really rude, but there happens to be something important today, if you don't dislike it, please wait here for some time, Senior Brother will go back!"

(End of chapter)