The monk's hand froze, his eyelids raised, and said, "Zhenwu, Donghua? Does this son also have a relationship with Wudang? The old monk thought it was a little incredible.

"This move is also unintentional, speaking of the distance, you can also talk about the grievances between Mitutoyo Zhenren and my teaching, don't mention it. The True Martial Thunder Statue in his body can be regarded as a kind of compensation for my teaching. ”

The old monk nodded and said, "You care so much about this person, it won't be for the promise you made at the beginning, right?" ”

Bu Laodao nodded, put the chess pieces back into the bowl, and said: "The pit dug by the predecessors, the descendants have to bury it, otherwise it will be sorry for the blessings inherited by the predecessors." ”

"But have you ever thought that something like that is really possible?"

"If you can borrow it, why can't you pay it back?"

The green lantern jumped a few times, the old monk's eyebrows fluttered, and he said, "Do you have to go back to the baby borrowed from the mother's womb?" Bu Laodao asked, "Can you be normal?" ”

"It's normal for poor monks to be poor, the key is that you didn't do it normally at the beginning." The old monk pursed his lips and said with some unhappiness: "This is the cycle of cause and effect. ”

Bu Laodao frowned and said, "You don't give Lao Dao these crooked things." This time, I came here to remind you that the rivers and lakes in the north and south should not be combined. ”

The old monk was wearing a tattered linen robe, and when he looked at it in the backlight, he looked like a hunchbacked old turtle, and murmured: "Withered and long, you seem to be twenty years older than the poor monk." ”

"I don't know. I don't care about that. "The real name of the fortune operator, in this world, there are very few people who know. The fact that the old monk was able to hand it over shows that he has known him for many years.

"You see I'm so old, but you're still in the middle of the day. I'm not reconciled. The old monk was hunched on his back, and if he looked closely, the legs of the two pairs of cross-legged were so thin that only skin and bones remained, exuding a faint golden light.

Lao Dao said unabashedly: "Yes." You look like you're half-paralyzed, you can really pass away. It's a pain to stay in this world. ”

"Boom." The old monk laughed miserably and grinned. Even the teeth in his mouth are gone. Only the upper body is still human-like, but the old skin has drooped down, and it looks. It's like a wax figure about to melt away. "I can't die yet. The Hanging Temple needs me. Even after a hundred years, I want to keep the Hanging Temple from decaying. ”

"So you promised Zhu Qi the confluence of the north and the south, and you want to keep the Hanging Temple alive?"

"Why not?" The old monk's vision is no longer on the chessboard.

Bu Laodao said slowly: "Is this a compromise? ”

"There has never been a confrontation, so how can I compromise?" The old monk took out a scroll of scriptures with his fingers and leaned close to the lamp to look at it. "That sect dares to go against the imperial court? Haven't heard of it. Do you dare to teach all the truth? The old monk squinted and looked at the scriptures. Such a dim line of sight is not a good environment for reading.

Bu Laodao smiled, "I'm afraid that when the north and south merge, the north and south will not be able to merge, and the blood will flow into a river first." The current situation of the imperial court, you have been sitting in the Hanging Temple for 20 years, and you don't know it. It's not optimistic. ”

"That divination was about to come true?"

Bu Laodao nodded and said, "Whether it was the Great Grandfather who burned the Qinggong Tower, or the Yongle Emperor moved the capital to guard the country, it was all to prevent the magic of that hexagram. But now it still makes this hexagram have a hint of magic. He took a bamboo stick and picked out the cotton wick in the green lantern.

"What does this have to do with my promise to merge the north and the south?" The old monk snorted lightly, thinking that Bu Laodao was making a big fuss. Bu Laodao also sneered back and said, "Do you think this north-south confluence is really just as simple as everyone sitting down together?" He, Zhu Qi, wants to match all the Jianghu sects like this, it is nothing more than to borrow our luck to arch Zhu Ming's country. ”

"Our luck?"

Zhu Qi nodded and said: "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are one, and your Hanging Temple can be regarded as accounting for a trace of national fortune, whether the rise and fall of several generations is related to Guozuo." You know it in your own heart. Although all this is illusory and there is no basis for it, it is still the same sentence, and there is faith. If you don't believe it, you don't have it. ”

"Poor monks naturally don't believe in it." The old monk's eyebrows swayed, and he pressed down the cotton core that Zhu Qi had picked up again as he spoke. Bu Laodao was so angry that he really wanted to pull off the old bald donkey's long eyebrows, and said: "It is said that the rivers and lakes are far away from the temple, but in fact, they are just a piece of paper. The rise and fall of dynasties, we can't stop it, so don't get bogged down. I can't extricate myself. You have been sitting for 20 years, haven't you understood this? ”

"Let the poor monk think again." The old monk put down the book, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and muttered: "Eventful, really eventful." ”

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In the early morning of the next day, Yang Fan came to a secret garden alone, and yesterday Zhu Qi told him that he would go to see the saint before leaving. I thought about going over the night, but after thinking about it, it was inconvenient to go there so late, and I didn't come to see it until morning.

After several reports from the people outside the door, Luo Yangxing came over and took Yang Fan to a pavilion in the backyard. Yang Fan glanced over and was secretly speechless. The one Zhu Youzhen was wearing turned out to be a thin windbreaker made by Qiwuzhai, if it weren't for the long hair shawl, he would really be a modern person.

Seeing Yang Fan coming, Zhu Youzhen didn't say anything, and ate the freshly cooked egg custard by himself.

"Ling He Bo Yang Fan, see the Holy Lord."

Zhu Youzhen threw down the spoon and said, "Nourishment, a few of you can wait outside the courtyard gate." ”

A few brocade guards on the side understood that it was necessary for the saint to clean up Ling Hebo, so they didn't say a word and slowly retreated. Zhu Youzhen saw that Yang Fan was dressed in a white shirt, and the whole person was white, and he was a little angry, and said, "It's okay." Not long ago, I just returned with a million stone of grain, and I wanted to praise you, but I was assassinated. The Qin cha sent by me has not yet come in handy, and you even tricked me into going to Shanxi to watch the play. I came to watch the play, and you also slaughtered thousands of people from the nine clans, do you think I should reward you, or should I punish you? ”

Yang Fan stood on the side and said, "The rewards and punishments of the saints are clear, so there is no need to make a decision at the bottom, right?" Yang Fan knew that this Zhu Youzhen was also a master of picking the door, and he was not easy to say verbally, but he clearly understood it in his heart. Giving yourself an empty lord is already Zhu Youzhen's biggest limit, and if you want to get something out of his hand, don't even think about it. If he can't get money from Strange Things, he Yang Fan will burn high incense.

"Oh, that's what you said. Do you appoint rewards and punishments for yourself? You think it's beautiful. I told you to let go of your courage and dig out all those people, you are good, kill them cleanly, you are really courageous. ”

"The saints have praised it, and they all learn from the saints." Yang Fan smiled. (To be continued.) )