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A quiet courtyard with no plaques and no connections, the yard is planted with flowers and plants, a few chickens are raised, and a very old man sits in it to bask in the sun.

The old man's face was full of age spots, his hair had fallen out, he was wearing monk's robes, his chair had no backrest, but he carried a plank on his back and tied it to himself.

Yuan Xinghan followed behind Qin Kun, it was the first time he had seen such an old man, and he could still sit so straight, but the old man was old after all, his mouth was slightly open, saliva flowed from time to time, and he had a cloth tied around his neck, which was wet.

The old man's first impression of Yuan Xinghan seemed to be a soldier, like a retired old cadre, drooping and old, his gaze only stopped at Yuan Xinghan for a moment, and then looked at Qin Kun.

The tiger-like gaze gradually turned red when he saw Qin Kun.

"Kun ......"

The old man had some difficulty speaking, and the old monk who led the way sighed: "The old gentleman had a stroke ten years ago, and usually Senior Brother Jing will come to accompany him, and I am half a disciple of the old gentleman, and I have been waiting by the side." ”

"After the stroke, he doesn't like to talk anymore, his body is still strong, he keeps saying that he wants to see you, but Senior Brother Jing can't say it's time."

The old monk said, frowned compassionately, and stood aside with his hands upright.

Qin Kun stepped forward, took a deep breath, and sat on the chair in front of the old gentleman.

"Uncle Ge, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you still carrying your coffin board?"

Qin Kun said, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

"Old monk, I'm your whole family, this is called a stroke?!"

Qin Kun was kicked into the chicken coop, rubbing his chest, and the dying sound came from the chicken coop.

Yuan Xinghan was dumbfounded!

When he learned the body structure, he consulted the teacher, the strength of the human body, simply summarized as the force of ten dances, generally a 5-pound iron rod to wield, it takes 50 pounds of strength, not to mention Qin Kun's weight of more than 100 pounds, being kicked in this way!

This special kick must have thousands of pounds of strength, right?

The old monk looked at Qin Kun's miserable appearance of falling into the chicken coop, and couldn't bear to turn his head directly.

Yuan Xinghan looked at the old man in horror and found that the old man had already stood up.

The withered one hand untied the knot, and the wooden board behind him turned out to be a plaque, which he held in his hand and inserted it into the ground.

There are four big characters with iron and silver hooks on the book - 'Dawei Tianlong'.

"Qin Kun! You're looking for death! ”

The deep and angry voice came from the old man's chest, Yuan Xinghan felt deafening, his legs were weak, and he almost sat on the ground.

It's terrifying, who the hell is this old man?! When facing him, I felt like I saw a tiger, and I couldn't stand his coercion!

Qin Kun stood up with grinned teeth, rubbed his chest, and looked at the old man with resentment: "Uncle Ge, you are an old man with more blood than me pretending to have a stroke, I believe in your evil!" ”

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he found that the old man in front of him had a dilated gaze, and sat down sluggishly, his mouth trembling, and saliva kept flowing out.

"Uncle Ge, don't scare me!"

Qin Kun was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward.

30 years ago, Ge Zhan helped Qin Kun block a bullet, and that time, Qin Kun used the Blood Emperor Pill to save Ge Zhan, but Qin Kun knew in his heart that he owed Ge Zhan a life, although this old man's temper stinks, he respects him from the bottom of his heart.

When you are in danger, you should sacrifice yourself for others and deserve the word senior.

The old monk sighed and pronounced the Buddha's name: "The old gentleman will only become normal when he sees people fighting and getting angry with himself, Master Qin, don't be angry with him." ”

Qin Kun stepped forward silently, took out a tissue and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Ge Zhan.

This old man is Ge Zhan.

Once the head of the Dou Sect, the big dragon head under the previous generation of Tiangu, unfortunately, he is old, from a spirited old man, he has withered in his twilight years, and half a foot has stepped into the coffin.

Qin Kun was a little embarrassed, as if the last time he saw him was yesterday.

Seeing that Ge Zhan was speechless, his fingers kept grabbing his waist, looking at Qin Kun expectantly, he was speechless for a long time, Qin Kun looked at the old monk: "What do you mean?" ”

"He asked you to tie the plaque to him, and this plaque was his life, saying that he would be buried with him after his death."

On the ground, there was a plaque that did not move at all, Yuan Xinghan wanted to come up to help, Qin Kun said: "You can't move, go get the rope." ”

Belch?

Yuan Xinghan tried it, this wood is too heavy, who would have thought that a dying old man would carry this thing on his back one day!

"Is this Tietan?"

Qin Kun looked at the old monk suspiciously, and the old monk nodded.

"Who sent it?"

"Yang Shen."

Qin Kun stroked the plaque, the four words of Dawei Tianlong, as if announcing something to the world, it is an identity, an honor, and it seems to be a responsibility.

Qin Kun tied a plaque to Ge Zhan, and Ge Zhan finally stopped whining and shouting, looked directly at Qin Kun with tiger eyes, and touched Qin Kun's head.

"Kun...... Much more powerful......"

It took a long time for Ge Zhan to say a word, Qin Kun pointed to the footprints on his chest: "Don't tease me, I'm about to be kicked to death by you......"

"The ......"

When Ge Zhan spoke, Qin Kun was sprayed with saliva, and he wiped it without mind, he lit a cigarette, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After a long time, Qin Kun took the lead in speaking, breaking the silence.

"Uncle Ge, why did you run north? Douzong accepted a group of disciples and grandchildren, and did not go to enjoy the blessings of the Qing Dynasty? ”

"Temple...... You have to hold on......" Ge Zhan glanced at the old monk, "he ...... Come to a sticky end. ”

Qin Kun was speechless, when people are old, how can everyone scold, the old monk has taken care of you for so many years, why can't you die well.

"Kun...... I'm here, and no one dares to touch you......"

Qin Kun said: "Yes, Uncle Ge is here, who can bully us, how many years of friendship." ”

The bell continued to ring, deafeningly.

Ge Zhan's old eyes became cloudy, and he suddenly looked at the old monk angrily: "Stop me...... Today...... Who dares to do it...... I...... Killed...... He! ”

Ge Zhan's chest was bullying, and he spoke more and more fluently.

The old monk smiled slightly: "Old man, don't be impatient, you also know that ringing the bell is not my responsibility." ”

Qin Kun's brows furrowed slightly, feeling that their conversation was a little strange, but he didn't know what was strange.

Do it?

To whom? I?

Why?

Also, on what grounds?

Ge Zhan said just now that the temple is weird, Qin Kun felt that this sentence should not be Ge Zhan's old confusion or untargeted.

Because this temple is really weird.

"Master, haven't asked for a name yet?"

"Poor monks don't quit."

"Don't quit? If you don't quit, why do you escape into the empty door? ”

"Because of the evil that is monstrous."

The old monk was as kind as ever, Qin Kun didn't understand the evil he said, and he couldn't understand the Zen machine if he was too deep.

"Dare to ask this bell, when will it stop?"

The bells are ringing more and more frequently, and there is no solemnity of the Buddha bell, but like a death knell, with a rush of mourning.

"When the dead man." The old monk is no longer kind.

"Who's dead?"

"You."

Behind Qin Kun, three young people appeared.

Qin Kun suddenly smiled: "Me? ”

"By you?"

The three people were more like three ghosts, one wore a bun, one wore a hat and wore a robe, and the other was burly and had long hair messy. Their faces, without exception, were all blue, and they were heavily powdered and blush-clayed.

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