When the bamboo leaves drip, the dew drops into a cup of tea.

The monk had sat down in front of the empty stone table, chanting a Buddha name to the sound of flowing water.

"If one day you really can't find a way out, as I have said." In the face of the clear and delicious clear spring, no one was informed, and the monk who came down the mountain on his own did not drink much, raised his eyes and said, "I am willing to personally lead you to the entrance." ”

It's better to go another way than to go all the way to the dark.

The Lord of the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak, who incarnated as a recruiting monk, "Emperor Rulai", has always thought so. Especially after the sect leader who learned the endless sea abandoned Confucianism and followed Buddhism and achieved a little success, Zhaoti monk always thought that his friend who secretly read ten volumes of Buddhist scriptures and still didn't feel sleepy had a little Buddha nature.

But Confucian friends always have opinions about Buddhism.

Later, he refused to even be invited to the flower viewing party.

Zhaoti monk didn't think it was the fault of the "Emperor Rulai" who was too majestic because of the construction of the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak, but his friend gradually distanced himself from everyone in the process of drilling the horns of the bull with one mind...... Emperor Rulai, that's really bright......

There are a total of eight people in the Jiuding Society, and until now, there are only two or three still news.

"Will you agree to my request?" Du Fanglin asked.

Zhaoti monk said calmly: "Your request, the poor monk has nothing to do. But if there is cause and effect, I will not show mercy. ”

The precepts of Buddhism are stricter than those of Confucianism, especially Yungu Leifeng.

As a member of the three religions, he naturally understands this.

Du Fanglin nodded slightly, "Friend, I haven't seen you for many years, do you know the news of the Heavenly Sword?" "How can a good living person have no way out every time they meet, and they are not all string friends, he can't have the day when he becomes a monk. It's better to get straight to the point, anyway, the epistle is just an introduction, and there are other purposes here.

"Are you looking for the Heavenly Sword?" Recruit monks.

"That thing." Du Fanglin said.

Zhaoti monk shook his head: "There is no need to be attached. ”

"There's always a way."

Du Fanglin said: "I don't believe in fate! ”

The two looked at each other.

The big guy took off his hand and popped out a wisp of breath.

The Buddha's qi is integrated into the nectar of the leaf tips and turned into a simple golden brown rosary. With this rosary, you should be able to let the shower give birth to the arrogance of the next body. And with this wisp of Buddha qi involved, this big guy friend will inevitably stay for the time being in the near future, and he will not return to the mountain gate until the cause and effect belonging to this wisp of Buddha qi is completely over.

Du Fanglin asked: "Recruit and lead, what do you care about?" ”

Zhaoti monk folded his hands: "Send love to the mountain and evening, morning and evening Zen machine." ”

Du Fanglin said: "You are sure. ”

Zhaoti monk calm: "Si people are life, donors still can't see through it?" ”

Can't see through.

If you really see through it, why does Emperor Rulai have to incarnate as a recruit?

Du Fanglin opened the fan to send off the guests: "Those who see through can be lazy." People who can't see through it work all day, please. There is a bit of resentment in these words, which makes people hear it really.

"In any case, seeing you safe at this time, the poor monk is still happy." Zhaoti monk shook his head helplessly, got up in relief, and when he was leaving, there happened to be another person in the clouds.

The two stopped and looked at each other. The person on the opposite side was a cloudy and misty Lin Wushuang in a dark red uniform. Lin Wushuang's expression did not move, and he said, "It's you." ”

Jiuding Society, the three people present are one of them. Lin Wushuang has seen the true face of the Zhaoti monk. But at that time, the recruiting monks were not "Emperor Rulai".

What happened to Wulin?

Do you need the Lord of Cloud Drum Thunder Peak to come forward here?!

No, this is someone who has shown his face and tried to temporarily tie up his old friends in this martial arts. Of course, this matter is not suitable for Lin Wushuang, who is also inflexible at a glance. In a way, the follow-up of these two people is quite a headache.

"Please!"

Confucian friends are going to be angry, please don't block the door, okay?

Lin Wushuang restrained his expression and bowed his head to signal.

This is not the time to catch up. Jiuding has been forming for a long time, and except for Du Mou, who is the leader, not everyone has been familiar with each other.

"Amitabha." The monk nodded, and simply turned into light and left. Obviously, this Daoist brother is a little aggressive, and his friend Du Mou has harmed someone's homestead again.

Lin Wushuang turned around, his eyes blazing, and he snorted softly.

Du Fanglin covered half a cup of nectar with a folding fan, for fear that he would be able to splash himself with the water in the cup as soon as he came over.

"Please." He said again.

"Jin Bazhen's martial bones are all wasted, and his longevity is less than ten years."

Lin Wushuang raised his sleeves and sat down, his expression was as cold as water in a cup. At first, when Jin Bazhen was captured by the Demon Realm, he had a premonition, but he waited patiently to see the final result, so as not to involve the Lianyun people on the other side.

Pingshan has not landed, so Lian Emei is still eight points rational and is not too angry.

"My sin." Du Fanglin admitted his mistake.

"The Yunren have left the battle in Pingshan, and this matter is over." Lin Wushuang's attitude towards this matter was simply unacceptable, and he was a little afraid of regeneration: "There is another matter, the snow magnetic arrow was sent to the Glass Fairy Land by the people in Jufeng before, but it was your handiwork?" ”

"Yes." Du Fanglin admitted.

Lin Wushuang's brows relaxed: "Su is really looking for you." ”

Therefore, this person was really afraid that something would happen again, so he came to report the news, and he also guarded outside Fuyan Mountain for a long time, so scared that he swallowed the ink and sent a letter to Shenliu Chongquan overnight.

"Are you going to betray me?" Du Fanglin's eyebrows furrowed.

"I didn't say yes."

Lin Wushuang said calmly.

He also knew that he really revealed the news to himself, and what he did was just to use himself to find out the whereabouts of his friend Du. However, Yun Piao Miao has his own code of conduct, and when it comes to friendship, he shouldn't be doing this kind of thing.

The sleeves of the Confucian robe flicked, and the previous jade nectar appeared.

After that, half of the surface is fanned open, and the table top reproduces a new spring water jade pot and cup. Du Fanglin is sincere:

"Please."

It's really watching the dishes go off the plate, and taking this sour and stingy behavior to the extreme.

Lin Wushuang glanced at the cup in front of him, his heart did not fluctuate and he was a little angry, "If there is a next time, I will bring Mingyue here!" ”

Direct threats are more useful than more verbal statements. Du Fanglin's expression was really dignified, solemn and cautious.

Shock and threat from the Extreme of the Ancient Clouds.

It's powerful, and it needs to be considered.

Cang Da is still very powerful, turning the tide, and helping to intercede.

"When Pingshan moves, there will be action in the pit of sin." Lin Wushuang continued, "I have been ignoring martial arts for a long time, if it is really as you said, I still need help. After a pause, his tone was slightly deep, "After you entered the WTO, it was a little different from the past, I don't know why?" If something is wrong, you should know how to find help. ”

Is the fluctuation of temperament so obvious?

However, feng shui takes turns, and one day it was Lin Wushuang's turn to persuade him Du Fanglin.

"There will be no next sacrifice."

Du Fanglin slowly closed the fan, as if he had finally rediscovered himself.

He looked at Lin Wushuang, but he remembered the Zhaoti monk who had just left.

He said, "Tsk...... I can't be worse than you. ”