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"Nan no Amitabha Buddha ......" Monk Miaoxiu shouted a Buddha horn and stopped Ying Zhen's counterattack.

Ye Qingxuan also rushed up and grabbed Ruhua's arm, and said in a low voice: "Ruhua, Brother Hua, buddy, please give me some face." People are monks in the Great Zen Temple, even if you don't give them face, you can give me some face, but it's my friend, even if you don't give me face, you have to give your master some face......"

"I, my master, what does it have to do with them......" Ruhua was confused.

"You tiger? Your master's ashes are going to be buried in Tallinn, if you don't have a good relationship with them, what if you find a broken place to bury you? Feng Shui is not good, and it will affect future generations, so you are not afraid of dying on the streets......

Ye Qingxuan even bluffed and deceived, and Jiang Shuihan, a very calm child on the side, was about to laugh now.

Monk Miaoxiu and Ying Zhen heard it inexplicably, why did the master of this great monk want to bury the Tallinn of the Great Zen Temple? The Tallinn of the Great Zen Temple is the grave of the senior monks of the past dynasties in the temple, and the identity of the four great monks of Miaoxiu today has not necessarily buried the Tallinn, how can the other party dare to say such a thing?

Who is this great monk with the name of a flower?

Monk Miaoxiu stepped forward and asked: "Amitabha, the poor monk Miaoxiu of the Great Zen Temple, I don't know what this master is called, and where he practices, just now the master and nephew have offended, and I hope the master will forgive ......me."

Ye Qingxuan hurriedly stopped his mouth, and he couldn't interject at this time, he poked Ruhua, and only then did he return the salute and said: "It turns out that you are really a monk of the Great Chan Temple, this is easy to do." When my master was dying, I asked me to hand over the ashes to you, and you will be burdened, so find a place to bury them...... Where to bury it, remember to tell me, I kowtow to the old monk...... Wait a minute, I'll pick up something and ......."

Monk Ruhua turned around and ran, leaving behind Miaoxiu and Ying Zhen with a stunned face.

Monk Miaoxiu has profound Buddhism, martial arts, and has lived long enough, but he really hasn't encountered this thing, and he wanted to ask carefully, but in a blink of an eye, the big monk ran into the small courtyard.

Is this really a big Zen temple?

Who is this little monk? Who is this old monk?

Miaoxiu was puzzled, so she had to look at Ye Qingxuan with a puzzled expression.

Ye Qingxuan laughed in his heart, it's useless for you to look at me in this matter, if Ruhua's master is really the Ningdu Zen Master back then, it is estimated that with his exploits in eliminating demons and guarding the road back then and the prestige of the divine skill provided to the Great Chan Temple, it is really unreasonable for the Tallinn of the Great Chan Temple to make room for it.

Ye Qingxuan looked at Monk Miaoxiu, smiled to himself, and explained: "Master Miaoxiu, don't look at me like this, today's incident is indeed an accident, originally I thought that I would go to the people of your temple today to talk about the situation, so that you can be mentally prepared, and you can also make things more solemn, but I didn't expect the monk to come suddenly, and I was caught off guard." ”

The great monk Ying Zhen hurriedly said: "What? Is this monk's master really related to my Great Zen Temple?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded and said, "The origin is extremely deep...... then he looked at Monk Miaoxiu, and asked respectfully: "I don't know how many Spring and Autumn Seasons Master Miaoxiu has entered the Buddha Gate?"

Monk Miaoxiu said softly: "The poor monk is seven years old and strange Buddha, so far more than one hundred and fifty years old......

Oh, it turns out that Miaoxiu is more than 150 years old, and the great war between good and evil two hundred years ago, Miaoxiu monk was not born yet, so naturally he didn't know Ningdu Zen Master.

"Oh, so the master didn't participate in the battle between good and evil two hundred years ago, so he wouldn't know his master......"

"Two hundred years ago?" Monk Miaoxiu was taken aback, this great monk's master was a figure who participated in the battle between good and evil two hundred years ago, and this great monk was obviously over thirty years, didn't it mean that his master was at least two hundred years old when he passed away? The other party should be a figure of the older generation of Buddhism, and it is very likely to be a master of the innate realm, otherwise it is difficult to reach the age of two hundred years old, but if it is really a congenital strong person, he should be able to live to be more than two hundred years old, especially the Buddhist monks, how can they die at the age of two hundred?

Since it is a character from two hundred years ago, it is time to ask God to see Senior Brother.

Monk Miaoxiu hurriedly turned around and ordered: "Ying Zhen, you go and ask your god to see your master, just say that there is a Buddhist monk who passed away two hundred years ago, let him come over......"

The great monk Ying Zhen hurriedly bowed and retired, and hurriedly went to ask God to see the monk.

Not long after the great monk Ying Zhen left, Monk Ruhua ran out with his master's urn, came to Monk Miaoxiu, threw it away, and shouted: "Here you are——"

Woo –

The black light flashed, bringing a gust of wind.

Ruhua had no heart and lungs, shook her hand and waved the urn, and the wooden box of more than ten catties was stunned by the movement of the drum urn and the golden hammer.

Ye Qingxuan covered his eyes again, and he couldn't bear to see it. Of course, he is not afraid that the monks of the Great Zen Temple will be smashed by this box of rammed goods, he is angry like a flower, and this rammed goods dare to try anyone with the courage to try...... It's too TMD two.

Monk Miaoxiu stretched out his fingers, easily clamped it, and the howling wind in the sky stopped abruptly, as if it was handed over like a flower, and everyone sighed, and they admired Monk Miaoxiu so lightly.

A monk is a monk, if you don't have two brushes, you can't be rated with such a ** title in the rivers and lakes.

Monk Miaoxiu smiled lightly and asked gently: "This mage, I don't know what the Venerable Master's name is......"

Ruhua's face sank like water, his expression was solemn, he took a deep breath, and everyone couldn't help but follow suit, and they heard Ruhua shout in a deep voice: "Sprinkle home...... I don't know—"

Poof-

This rammer, I don't know what you're doing with such a big breath?

Monk Miaoxiu looked extremely embarrassed and said, "This mage, I don't know the number of Master Ling, how can I explain it to the temple, and how can I fight for Master Ling to be buried in Tallinn?"

Feelings: This wonderful monk is also a solid person, and he really cares about helping people bury Tallinn? What is written on the tombstone?

It's too, the cemetery of the Great Zen Temple is not something that ordinary people can afford.

"You don't know what my master's name is?"

How fresh is that......

Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't bear it a little, before this ramming goods like a flower to send this wonderful monk to the west to learn scriptures, he still hurriedly pressed the fast broadcast button on this strange plot.

"Ruhua, doesn't your master have another thing for you to hand over to the monks of the Great Zen Temple?"

"Ah, yes......"

"Then give it—"

Monk Miaoxiu felt that today's absurdity seemed to continue.

The great monk Ruhua hurriedly flipped over his body, but there was no ......

Oh, with a slap on his head, he hurriedly pulled out a book with a strange smell from behind the ** and handed it to Miaoxiu.

"This, this is ......" Monk Miaoxiu's face turned a little green.

"What are you doing?" Ye Qingxuan asked angrily.

Ruhua said stupidly: "I went to the toilet last night, I didn't find the straw paper, so I had to take this top, don't worry, I saved it, and I tore four pages......"

Miaoxiu turned over the book and looked, and the last few pages were indeed torn down, and it seemed that the person who pulled it was still very careful, and the fracture was extremely neat......

"What are you talking about?" Ye Qingxuan felt that his brain almost popped out, "You TMD used it as a wipe paper?"

The Miaoxiu monk, who didn't understand why Ye Qingxuan suddenly jumped so violently, finally under the instigation of curiosity, endured the feeling of vomiting, turned the book over again, and glanced at the name on the front of the book-

Oh, it's the [Arhat Golden Body Doom Protector Divine Skill]......

......

Monk Miaoxiu fell into a stupor, and subconsciously opened the book, page by page...... Eventually, he once again focused on the last few pages that had been ripped off......

What a neat fracture......

Not even a single superfluous word remained......

Monk Miaoxiu's state of distraction attracted the attention of Ye Qingxuan and the others.

"Master Miaoxiu ......"

"Miaoxiu Monk ......"

"Divine monk, divine monk?"

After calling several times without results, Ye Qingxuan suddenly had a bad feeling......

Why are the feelings and atmosphere so depressing?

Pulling the sleeves like flowers, he walked out......

"What, what's wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan's hands stretched out as if in surrender, and he took the plutonium in exchange for the plutonium...... Don't you feel the atmosphere around you right now? Don't you think this joke made by your little ** is a bit ridiculous?"

Ruhua was furious and shouted: "What's the matter? What's the big deal? I don't prepare straw paper when I go to the toilet, and I don't let people find it by themselves?

In an emergency, this thing really doesn't stumble when he speaks!

Almost at the same time as the flowers were furious, the Miaoxiu monk over there exploded violently, boom, and the three of them instantly felt the same hot pain on their skin as if they had been doused with sulfuric acid, and then looked at the Miaoxiu monk, his eyes went straight out with golden flames, and the whole person became a golden little fire man, if it weren't for the flames soaring to the sky, it would be the same image as the Oscar little golden man.

Bang –

Ye Qingxuan and Jiang Shuihan were blown away by the soaring true qi, and before Monk Ruhua could react, his neck was grabbed by someone and he was directly raised, and an angry voice changed its tone and roared: "** turtle son, where is the shit?"

Ruhua couldn't pull it apart twice, straightened her neck and shouted: "What are you talking about? Buddha can't understand ......"

Ye Qingxuan, who was blown to the ground on the side, looked at the crazy Miaoxiu monk with a blank expression, and muttered to himself: "Ge Laozi, it turns out that this Miaoxiuer is still a Sichuan baby......

Monk Miaoxiu is a master of "returning to the virtual realm", it is easy to subdue a flower who is at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and even if the monk Ruhua has great strength, he can't break free from Miaoxiu's entanglement.

Monk Miaoxiu was almost crazy, and he was still scolding there in Shuzhongchuan dialect: "You don't bring paper, you melon baby can't use your fingers, open ** with divine skills...... You're not afraid of hemorrhoids in your fart, see how Lao Tzu cleans up your ......" (To be continued.) )