Chapter 456: The Old Man and the Monk
I saw four people walking at the entrance of the valley, led by a man and a woman.
The man is a thin but energetic old man, with crane hair and a childish face, a long white beard, wearing a set of placket cyan layman clothes, the skin is well maintained, and there are few wrinkles on the face, which looks fairy.
The woman was an old lady of about sixty years old, she was dressed in a navy blue layman's dress, her short hair was faintly white, her face was not powdered, her hands were not ornamented, her eyebrows were kind, and although her figure was slightly fat, her waist was straight.
Behind them, there were two girls, one of whom I knew, it was Wan Ziqing, a girl from the Wanjia family who had fought with me and the fat man.
I saw that she was tall, about 1.7 meters tall, and slender. Today, he is wearing a set of cyan Hanfu, the color is elegant, the style is simple, the head is tied in a long black ponytail hanging behind his back, his face is not angry or happy, cold as frost, and he follows the old man.
This Wan Ziqing's appearance is not beautiful, but it is delicate, which matches the cold and arrogant temperament exuded by her body, and she looks like she rejects people thousands of miles away.
Walking side by side with her was a fat girl, who looked younger than Wan Ziqing and slightly shorter. Dressed more modernly, it looks out of place with the other three.
The fat girl wore short purple hair and a T-shirt with various logos, a fat black punk vest with Liu Ding, and ripped jeans and a pair of boots.
She chewed gum in her mouth, wore a string of pierced ears in her ears, metal studs gleaming in the sun, and many exaggerated necklaces and bracelets on her body.
At this moment, she is holding a new PSV handheld in her hand, staring at the screen with two eyes, her fingers flying up and down, busy and busy, looking like a typical game girl.
The blind man introduced us to the situation of the Eight Great Families before, and I am not surprised by the Wan family, but this same family, if I am not mistaken, there is no "same" surname in the Eight Great Surnames.
When asked the blind man, the blind man said that the surname "Tong" was a branch of the surname "Sima" in the original Eight Great Families.
I don't know why, the surname "Sima" was divided into two a hundred years ago, and became the surnames "Feng" and "Tong" respectively.
Although divided, the family heirlooms of the Feng family and the same family are almost the same, focusing on the fields of Qimen, leylines, and arrays, and they have won the essence.
In addition, it is said that the ancestors of the Sima family came from the sea, and now the Feng family and the same family live in coastal cities, so they have a wide range of business in shipping, and they are all local tycoons.
The two old men, a man and a woman, were polite to the three disciples of Yuanjun, and then hugged their fists at the heroes in the valley, and were about to go to the Tianji Hall, but they were stopped by the three treasures of Ge Soap.
Wan Yue Jushi obviously knew the three of them, and said with a smile.
"The three virtuous brothers haven't seen each other for many days, what kind of trouble is this today?"
San Baoyang held the notebook in his hand and said that Old Man Wan, a fellow resident, we are now a star chaser, you two seniors quickly sign for us.
Wan Yue and Tong Qiufang looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and they didn't ask much, they picked up the pen and signed the book of the three treasures.
Sanbao shouted again: "Miss Wan and the young lady of the same family also have to sign ......"
Wan Ziqing's face was cold, I don't know if she was dissatisfied with the title of "Little Sister" of Sanbao or if she was not interested in such a thing as signing a signature, so she didn't move for a long time. Seeing her grandfather looking at her, she had to reluctantly sign her name in a few hasty strokes.
On the contrary, the game girl is very generous, Long Feifeng wrote her name, and joked while writing: "I have become a star too!" ”
Amorous staring at Wan Ziqing and the game girl, squinting at it, saying that it is really fat and thin, beautiful, and the old lady is also unique......
As soon as I saw the woman, the stammering of this thing seemed to be good, and I could hold back two sentences of crepe words. The key is that this guy is not a picky eater, young and old eat, and even the old lady has to be lewd, it is simply a pervert reincarnated.
Zhuang Blind sighed, saying that what the amorous brother said was good, thin and good-looking but awkward, women are fatter and more mature to have taste, and the beauty of it is only known by those who have come over.
The two people had an obscene exchange, and the vivid and vivid words came out frequently, and the yellow tone was continuous, which was unbearable. It's just that the fat bird is not there, otherwise these two people and one bird can simply form a yellow duan heavenly group, referred to as the "Serang Gang".
After signing the name, the old man of the Wan family pulled the three treasures and said that we also signed the name, and the three virtuous brothers will go with us, and stay here to influence the host to welcome guests.
Sanbao's head shook like a rattle, flashing to the side like a trick, and his mouth didn't even say that if he didn't go, we still had to chase stars!
Old Man Wan couldn't help it, sighed, and left with everyone.
As soon as the four of them walked on their front feet, they heard the sound of boys and girls chanting in their ears.
"Welcome, distinguished guests! Master Ciyan, the tantric abbot of Daxingshan Temple, brought the first seat and all his disciples to the ......"
As soon as the words fell, I saw a Daheshang wearing a robe and seven or eight disciples walking in from the entrance.
Look closely, the leader of the Daheshang is a tall figure of one meter and eight feet, with a sturdy body, a bald head without a hat, and an age of about sixty years. This gentleman's face is like autumn water, not angry and self-assured, stepping on the lotus under his feet, and not moving like a mountain.
He was dressed in a soap-colored robe, with a scarlet robe draped over his shoulders and a bronze ring of gold tied to his armpits. Chest hanging beads, the number of nine, the color is dark green, I don't know what kind of material, each bead has the size of a fist.
All the disciples behind him were dressed in short clothes, wearing only soapy clothes and shoulders, and fat socks and shoes under their feet, all of them looked clean and neat.
Daheshang stepped forward and saluted at the three disciples of Yuanjun with their hands folded on their chests, shaped like a strong pine, and the sound was like a bell.
"Amitabha, the three laymen are unharmed, the old man is bothering ......"
The three disciples of Yuanjun hurriedly returned the salute and said respectfully.
"Master Ciyan is here, full of brilliance, and the master and nephew have not been far away to meet and hope that the monk will forgive his sins......"
A few people exchanged pleasantries, and the master of Ciyan saluted the heroes in the valley and said a word.
"Lay people, four years apart, the old man is polite......"
The heroes in the valley returned the salute one after another, shouting one by one: "I've seen the monk!" ”
In fact, there are not many people dressed as monks or lay disciples of Buddhism in the Valley of Juxian where we are located, and I see them all with their hands folded and their eyes closed, and their expressions are humble.
Before Ciyan and his party left, they listened to the boy and girl chanting in unison.
"Welcome, distinguished guests! Zen Master Changjue, the presiding officer of the Pure Land Sect of Xuanzhong Temple, brought the first seat and all his disciples to the ......"
Ciyan's face was happy, and he said good, good, good, this is my junior brother here, and turned his head to look back.
When I looked up, I saw a team of more than a dozen monks at the entrance, also dressed in short clothes, wearing brown vests, Zen scarves of the same color, and black Arhat shoes.