"Poof, the little bald donkey dares to lie to the Buddha, where is this meat."

Dao Ji sprayed all the breath on Xuan Zheng's bare head, and the seven orifices of anger smoked, but Xuan Zheng's hanging heart finally let go,

"Amitabha, Uncle Shi misunderstood the poor monk, the poor monk just said that this Yang Shizhu sent a dish called vegetarian chicken, but he didn't say that it was meat or vegetarian, and Uncle Shi ...... it."

"Okay, don't do this with the Buddha." Dao Ji waved his hand to interrupt Xuan Zheng's words, picked up a small piece of vegetarian chicken and tasted it carefully, his face gradually improved, and then he actually ate it one bite at a time, "Well, this thing is good, it smells of meat, but it doesn't get fishy, it can solve the needs of the Buddha, and it doesn't need the Buddha to break the vows, listen to the old thing's endless nagging, very good." ”

Seeing that he was eating well, a group of monks looked at Xuan Zheng one after another, and there were a few monks who had tasted it before, estimated to be the same age as Xuan Zheng, and even squeezed their eyebrows at him, and instructed Dao Ji with their eyes from time to time,

Although Yang Ping'an couldn't understand the reason for this, he understood that there was basically no problem with this transaction: "Master Xuanzheng, I don't know what you think now." ”

"Amitabha." Xuan Zheng recited a Buddhist verse, and said, "Please forgive the donor, the poor monk can't make the decision in this matter, and wait for the poor monk to report to the abbot before making a decision." ”

At this moment, Dao Ji, who was eating on the side, suddenly spoke: "Hey, what is this thing made of, why does it look like meat, but it tastes very strong." ”

"The master is really powerful, this thing is made of tofu, called vegetarian chicken, and the tofu is made of yellow mushroom."

Xuan Zheng took the monks to retreat and didn't mention it for the time being, and said that he was a cross-eyed Taoist monk, he casually asked Yang Ping'an a sentence and then ignored it, just tasted the vegetarian chicken that he had never eaten,

This thing was only made last night, and it wasn't much, An Lushan and the others felt delicious, but due to the small amount, everyone didn't enjoy it, that is, Yang Yuhuan had a small appetite, and Yang Ping'an specially took care of her and gave her some.

At present, there are no monks in the main hall, Yang Ping'an's transaction with Shaolin has basically come to an end, An Lushan can't sit back and watch Daoji feast, and he also stretched out his hand at the moment, and he was about to eat.

But Dao Ji wants to eat alone, and he also has the ability to eat alone.

Don't look at his body much thinner than An Lushan, and he is cross-eyed, but he shot very fast, and without two breaths, An Lushan was angry and angry from his heart, and scolded twice, slammed his fist with a sandbag, and hit Dao Ji with a big head.

An Lushan's anger was understandable, his hands were red and swollen, not to mention, and he didn't eat a piece of vegetarian chicken, he didn't even touch it, he was all slapped by Dao Ji on the back of his hand and beat back.

"Come, follow my brother to the play." Yang Guozhong patted Li Linfu's shoulder and squatted on the chair beside him,

The play is a replay drama, very short but always repeated, there is only one fragment, that is, An Lushan screamed a few times and rushed over, and then was quickly beaten back, fell heavily to the ground, and the cycle began again and again, until Dao Ji Youya finished eating the vegetarian chicken, and then sucked his fingers unsatisfied,

"Big brother, he hit me."

There are five places on An Lushan's body that are very painful, and the backs of his two hands were red by the other party when he was holding the vegetarian chicken, which are two places; rushed over several times and was kicked back by Daoji, and there was a faint pain in his chest; There is also the buttocks, every time I am kicked back, I fall heavily to the ground, and my buttocks are the first to suffer, and it hurts to death.

In addition to this time, there is also a place in his heart, looking at Daoji, who is not even half of his weight, An Lushan is very hurt in his heart, very hurt,

Like a bullied child looking for a complaint from his parents, shouting at Yang Ping'an's grievances, not only did Yang Guozhong and Li Linfu laugh, but even Dao Ji grinned,

"You fat man, ahahaha, laughing to death the Buddha, okay, in the future, others in the province will say that the Buddha bullies the small, today the Buddha teaches you a truth, and it is not in vain to beat you, you listen well, the world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable."

The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable, I'll go to Nima, the evil god of fire clouds,

"Why, you kid also want to compare with the Buddha."

Yang Ping'an kept staring at Dao Ji, and the speed of Dao Ji's shot was indeed very fast, especially the stinky words, which reminded him of a picture in "Kung Fu", and I don't know if this guy can hold the bullet between his fingers.

Looking at Dao Ji's rogue monk appearance, Yang Ping'an subconsciously stretched his hand behind his waist and pressed it on the handle of the gun.

Daoji hooligans suddenly retracted, their eyes showed a solemn look, as if they smelled the breath of danger, staring at Yang Ping'an's hand behind him repeatedly, after a long time, suddenly Baoxiang solemn, raised his hand and said: "Amitabha, good, good, Buddha's pure, how can there be killing, the donor is in the face." ”

After speaking, he also took two steps back, as if to show that he had no ill will towards Yang Ping'an.

This monk is not simple, what did he find, Yang Ping'an's eyes narrowed, and he began to look at Daoji carefully, from the time he heard the name Daoji, until now, it is enough to show the difference between this monk,

What is the origin of this monk,

Yang Guozhong and the three of them also saw that the atmosphere in the room was not right, Dao Ji bullied An Lushan, Yang Guozhong could still watch the jokes on the side, but now that the monk is with Yang Ping'an, he must support Yang Ping'an with a clear banner.

"Wu Na bald donkey, do you still want to do something to our eldest brother, tell you, my eldest brother is a court, the queen mother is a matchmaker saint to marry, and you can afford to be a first-class celebrity, be careful not to give you Shaolin disaster."

Dao Ji's answer surprised a few people: "Cut, Shaolin is dead or alive What does it have to do with the Buddha, the Buddha wishes you to burn this bird temple." ”

After a while, Xuanzheng came back, this time he was only followed by two little novices, not that Shaolin Temple no longer respected Yang Ping'an, in fact, on the contrary, Xuanzheng brought a message from Shaolin Abbot Daoming, and he personally led the way for Yang Ping'an.

Seeing Xuan Zheng respectfully lead Yang Ping'an out, Dao Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he appeared next to Yang Guozhong and the three: "Hey, tell the Buddha about the details of your boss." ”

Shaolin abbot Daoming has passed the year of the sixtieth year this year, and his eyebrows and beards are white, especially the two white eyebrows drooping from the corners of his eyes, giving people a sense of kindness.

Xuan Zheng did not go in after leading Yang Ping'an to the door, but waited for Yang Ping'an to enter the wing room and closed the door, and personally guarded the door.

What does this mean, Yang Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then turned to the old monk Daoming, and shouted softly: "Master, master." ”

Seeing Daoming open his eyes, he clenched his fists and said, "I've seen Master Daoming below." ”

Daoming got up slowly and returned the salute: "Amitabha, Lord Yang is young and extraordinary, and it is rare in the world. ”

Are you scolding me, Yang Ping'an was a little confused when he heard it, looked at the other party suspiciously, Daoming smiled slightly, and asked Yang Ping'an to sit down, and then said slowly,

All he asked were superficial questions, at least in Yang Ping'an's view, they were all floating clouds, like Yang Ping'an's invention of tofu, prophecy of Yang Shuo's rebellion, changing Jinling to Nanjing, etc., etc., a bunch of trivial things, but not mentioning the borrowing that Yang Ping'an was most concerned about.

Yang Ping'an dealt with it without saying a word, and when he was a little impatient, he suddenly heard Daoming ask: "Lord Yang Shi is here to protect himself?" ”

Can I have any other questions?

"Lord Yang is here, isn't he here to retrieve that thing?"

Poof, Yang Ping'an just drank a sip of tea, and it sprayed out directly, and he couldn't care about his gaffe, staring at Daoming in surprise, with a shocked face,

"Master's words, please forgive me for not understanding them."

For Yang Ping'an, Shaolin Abbot Daoming's words seem too weird, and the other party's attitude is like facing an acquaintance, but the question is that after he came to Datang, this is the first time he has come to Shaolin, and it is the first time he has seen Abbot Daoming.

"Amitabha." Daoming was noncommittal, "Why should Yang Shizhu pretend to be in front of the old monk, it should be the donor's thing, and now the donor will take it in person, Li Ying's thing will be returned to the original owner, is the donor still worried that the temple will be greedy for the donor's things." ”

Could it be a magazine, for some reason, Daoming's words made Yang Ping'an recall that when he first got the pistol, Lao Sutou's tone, and this strange thought arose in his heart,

"Dare to ask the master, what is the thing you are talking about?"

Daoming's two white eyebrows suddenly twitched twice, and his deep-set eye sockets showed a look of doubt: "Donor...... The donor may have injured his head before. ”

I rub, this sentence again,

This time, Yang Ping'an was completely sure of his guess, and Lao Su Tou also said that his head injury had not healed.

Standing up suddenly, Yang Ping'an said with a little excitement: "Master, you know my identity, and please tell the master my identity, I am grateful." ”

Now what bothers him the most is Xiu Cai'an's true identity, although he occupies Xiu Cai'an's body, but he has no memory, in the past few years, he has encountered all kinds of strange people and strange things, and finally got involved in the world's disputes, I'm afraid the reason is Xiu Cai'an's true identity,

Xiucai'an moved to Yanshi County with his widowed mother when he was a child, no one knows his origins, and the oil powder trio only occasionally heard from his mother, his family was also a rich family, but unfortunately the family is in the middle,

Therefore, Xiu Cai'an's life history has always been a mystery, and it is precisely because of this mystery that Yang Ping'an is involved in today's whirlpool.

Seeing that he reacted violently, Daoming's eyes lost all the suspicious looks, and he slowly shook his head and said: "It's a matter of heaven, the old monk dares to leak it, and when the donor's head injury heals, the cause and effect will be known.

If today's chaos, the donor came to my Shaolin with his heart, although it is clearly a borrowed person, but the real reason should be for that object, the temple was entrusted by the people, the custody of the thing, now the world is turbulent, it should be returned to the original owner, only hope that the donor can turn the tide, save the people of the world and the dire situation, and early said that the people are a bright future, Amitabha. ”

As he spoke, Daoming got up and went to the small Buddha statue enshrined in the wing, bowed down reverently, and then took out a small black wooden locket from the bottom of the Buddha statue, put his hands on the top of his head and retreated step by step, retreating to Yang Ping'an.

"Donor, please take this back."