'Stage Quest 3: Go to the White Dragon Temple and comprehend the Heavenly Dao Monument'

The six stone walls are spliced together by six steles, and the stele that belongs to the way of heaven is as smooth as paper. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

How do you understand this?

On the surface of the stele, with soil ash, Qin Kun was at a loss.

To tell the truth, even if there is an engraved pattern on the body of the stele, he may not be able to see a little eyebrows, Qin Kun thinks that his appreciation ability and comprehension ability are very poor, but if you engrave something, maybe I can try my luck by mistake, for the scumbag, the multiple-choice question is a blessing, and the question and answer question is equal to life.

Qin Kun broke into the Buddha hall and saw that there were still monks meditating in Yewu, he picked up those monks and took away the futon under his buttocks.

"What are you doing!"

"Why is the donor so rude?"

"What does the donor mean by this move and the robbers?!"

Qin Kun said: "I have a Buddha in my heart, and I naturally act as a Buddha, why not use it for your throne?" You have the throne alone, and you are a robber, and I think you are a robber! ”

The tugging of the text, after a long time of contact, has no teacher, Qin Kun's two dragging monks are speechless.

The monk was furious, and when he saw Qin Kun happily going out, he went to the next Buddha hall.

After a while, Qin Kun collected all the futons and built a tower in front of the six stone walls, Qin Kun sat on the top of the tower, facing the Heavenly Dao Monument.

Since it is a comprehension, there must always be a comprehension, Bodhidharma took a photo facing the wall, it was caused by sincerity, Qin Kun heard this story, and also meditated on the wall.

"Host, is that person crazy?"

"Host, who the hell is that person?"

"Host, this person entered my White Dragon Temple and disturbed the purity, I suggest blasting him out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man barged in.

"I see who dares to !!" The sound echoed over the White Dragon Temple.

The leader was a young man in a black uniform with oily hair.

Behind him, a mighty team, a water of black, and a large number of military and police personnel, followed closely.

The young man came to a group of monks with his hands in his hands, and the soul chasing talisman in his hand burned so fast that the talisman paper caught fire in all directions.

"Yo, it's really a place to hide filth and dirt!! I'll count three times and quickly back off! ”

The person who came was Feng Qiang.

After Lu Liang and Qin Kun separated, Feng Qiang said that he didn't want to see ghosts.

This is a lifeless job, he rushed to Bingzhou on the day he left the ghost town and called his old man. On the phone, Feng Qiang cried that he almost came back to fulfill his filial piety, and talked about the process of disappearing in the past two months, but he was scolded by splitting his head and covering his face.

"When Lao Tzu was in the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, he had never been so cowardly, you are still my species?!"

Feng Qiang's father, Feng Wenbiao, was a veteran of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation just established during the Republic of China, he didn't like Yang Shen's style of doing things in the rivers and lakes, but was close to the temple, he knew that if this kind of organ was controlled by the rivers and lakes and exceeded the constraints of power, it would definitely be regarded as a thorn in the side.

After experiencing the Battle of Kanto and the Demon Capital Incident, Yang Shen, the original bureau seat, even beheaded Sakhalian, the last national teacher of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the Yamato Yin and Yang Taidou Wuliu River Valley, the limelight is incomparable, and the fame is resounding throughout China, Feng Qiang's father knows that if Yang Shen does not retire, he should be stabbed.

That year, at the head of Yanjing City, there was still a blue sky and white sun flag, Feng Qiang's father took the lead in squeezing Yang Shen out of the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation and forcing him to stay in the Jianghu technique, Yang Shen left Yanjing, but left Ge Zhan. I don't know if I understand the meaning.

At this moment, Feng Wenbiao heard Feng Qiang's cry and wanted to slap him in person.

"Dad, it's not that I'm afraid, but you have to know that feeling of powerlessness, people want to die!"

Locked up in the ghost town for nearly two months, mentally exhausted, the future is unreasonable, coupled with the influence of the ghost qi, Feng Qiang came out strongly, he stubbornly put on his face, but he didn't want to be looked down upon by those Jianghu people.

But really scared...... If he met again, if there was no Qin Kun, what would he do at that time? This is a vain death!!

On the phone, Feng Wenbiao said: "Hmph! Less nonsense, and the state bureau allocates you with full authority to take care of your friends. Our General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation does not owe this group of Jianghu people a favor! ”

Feng Qiang was scolded and fell on the chair weakly.

"Hasn't the old man always hated these Jianghu people, but how can you listen to his tone, as if he cares about them very much?"

Feng Qiang didn't understand very much, after Feng Wenbiao heard that Qin Kun went to Sangyu City alone, his tone changed, and he allocated so many people to himself?

Feng Qiang has been a son for more than 20 years, one thing he knows, the old man is as cautious as a fox, he dials so many people himself, then there must be a lot of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in this Sangyu City!

So Feng Qiang also called his fox friend who had a good relationship.

……

"Old gun, brother, I brought soldiers privately, this will be discovered by the chief, and the dismissal and investigation will be light! The old man in the family knows that his brother may be disabled in this life......"

A middle-aged man from the army whispered.

"Yes, old guns, they all grew up in a big house, but there are some things that we can't decide. The brother's manpower was also brought out privately, and the old man in the family would not let us go if something happened. ”

Another soldier whispered.

"Old gun, what the hell are you doing? Did these monks break the law? ”

"Don't make a big fuss, monk, if you also fight, my brother will look down on you."

Feng Qiang glanced at the two of them: "What nonsense, did you see the person sitting on the futon, this is my brother, I borrowed the two of you to rush the evil spirit and give him the protection of the Fa." ”

Dharma Protector?!

The two were stunned for a moment, and then couldn't laugh or cry.

"Old gun, you're spreading superstitious thoughts."

"Isn't this nonsense......"

The two soldiers, not young, are both children who grew up together in the compound, and if they let their parents know that they have done such a ridiculous thing, they will be lightly whipped.

Feng Qiang has been in the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation for a few years, and knows that the military formation is the best nemesis of evil spirits, and the group of people he brings are full of blood and energy, even if the surroundings look eerie and terrifying, they are all brave and fearless.

Sure enough, it's better to have more people.

"Don't mess around, even if you and I are foolish, this thing has to be done for me, just one night, don't beg you!"

Feng Qiang had a tough attitude, and the two of them had no choice but to do so, these years the brothers have something to do, how can they do it if they don't help, it's a big deal to eat and close up and smoke one after another.

Feng Qiang's people drove away a group of monks and sat in a circle around Qin Kun, he didn't know what evil rituals Qin Kun was doing, but today, he didn't allow anyone to disturb Qin Kun.

Feng Qiang was also born in the army, a few packs of cigarettes were stuffed down, and the serious atmosphere was diluted, Feng Qiang said: "Brothers, let's not make trouble today, just sit here for one night, don't ask the rest, when my surname Feng owes you a favor!" ”

Everyone nodded, and a strange sight appeared.

A young man sat on the top of the tower-shaped futon, and the courtyard was surrounded by a full number of military police, if anyone opened their eyes of yin and yang, they could still see that in addition to the military police, there was a group of frightened imps.

……

Qin Kun looked at the white-walled stone tablet and wiped the dust off it.

The dust was wiped clean, the white walls were like jade, Qin Kun yawned, and a sense of sleepiness hit.

Heaven...... What the hell is the way of heaven...... Why don't you get some sleep......

Qin Kun sat there, his eyes closed, and quickly fell asleep.

It's just that in the haze of consciousness, Qin Kun felt that he was asleep, but there was a sound of walking in his ears.

Not only walking, but as you walk, there are flames lit, as if the sound of countless matches striking at the same time converge.

Anyone? But if you seem to be asleep, how can there be people around?

Qin Kun opened his eyes, and the futon under his ass was gone.

The chattering monks around were gone.

He stood in front of the six stone walls, as if everything just now was a big dream.

Behind him, a man approached.

The man had half-length hair, like an old man who was engaged in art, and had a beard.

Every time the old man took a step, a lotus appeared behind him, and he came to Qin Kun, his fingers moved slightly.

With a 'tearing' sound, Qin Kun's backpack was slashed open, and a razor flew out.

The old man was a little embarrassed, rubbed the handle of the knife, raised his head and smiled slightly: "Do you shave your head?" Lad. ”