The old monk's voice was old, and he asked, "Do you know who I am?" ”

Kunjun said: "I don't know. ”

The old monk picked up a black short sword and said, "I am the father of Long'er. ”

"What?" Kunjun was taken aback, Long'er's father was actually the old monk in front of him? It's weird and scary.

"Yes, this sword was forged by me, and he is my son, yes."

The old monk looked at the short sword and said: "Back then, I was crazy about swords, and I thought that I was invincible in the world after casting the Liangyi Sword, so I looked for people everywhere to compete and killed many people.

In the end, I went crazy, but fortunately, Master Kongming subdued me and stayed here to repent. That's when I was separated from their mother and son......"

"Master, please rest assured, Long Er is also my apprentice, I will definitely find him." Kunjun said.

"Kun Shaoxia, I believe in your character."

The old monk said, "In addition, because Master Kong Ming was killed, I also hope that you can represent this temple in the Monks and Nuns Alliance Conference. ”

"This ......" Kunjun was a little embarrassed, and was thinking about how to refuse.

At this time, a force surged out of the old monk's body, enveloping him.

Then, Kunjun floated, his body reversed, and he bumped head-to-head with the old monk.

"Master, why are you doing this?" Kun Jun was surprised, feeling that the internal force was coming from the top of his head, and his own internal force was increasing, "If you pass on the power to me, you will die." ”

The old monk said: "When I ran out of oil and the lamp dried up, I wanted to pass on my internal strength to Long'er, but it's a pity that he ...... I have to pass it on to you, I hope you will find him in the future and pass on his martial arts well. ”

Kunjun: "I ......"

Old monk: "Don't speak, in addition to my internal strength, there are all kinds of swordsmanship, you have to concentrate on remembering, and help me teach Long'er in the future." ”

Kunjun didn't think much about it anymore, closed his eyes, concentrated and calmed, and the Liangyi sword technique appeared in his mind......

After half a cup of tea, the old monk roared, and Kunjun turned over and fell to the ground.

He felt that his internal strength had increased greatly.

After the old monk lost his strength, he supported the bed board with both hands, panting heavily, sweat covered his forehead, wrinkles were all over his face like spider webs, and he felt dozens of years old all of a sudden.

"Master, how are you?" Kunjun hurriedly went over to help him and asked.

"Uncle Shi, are you okay?" Yiwu also sat down beside him and asked with concern.

"What if...... Find the Dragon...... This Liangyi sword ......" The old monk finished speaking, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Kun Jun put away the Liangyi sword beside him, and said in a resolute tone: "I will definitely do it." ”

"Uncle Shi, you can go." Losing his master and uncle one after another, he was very sad and had tears in his eyes.

……

Three days later, it was the day of the meeting of the Monks and Nuns Alliance, which was held on the mountain behind Lanruo Temple.

After several considerations, Kunjun decided to put on a monk's robe and a monk's hat to represent the Modararuo Monastery at the conference.

But he didn't become a monk, it was just a stopgap measure. The main reason is to help the Modalan Ruo Temple keep the position of the leader of the alliance and not let the treacherous people take it away.

After the monks and nuns of the ten temples and eighteen nunnery arrived, they began to recite a scripture together, mainly for the host of the murdered Lanruo Temple, Master Kongming.

After finishing, an old monk with a very high rank walked up to the wooden platform, and Lang Lang said: "We all feel very sorry that Master Kong Ming was killed, but the top priority at this moment is to elect a new alliance leader to lead our alliance of monks and nuns. ”

The old monk swept over the crowd and continued: "Amitabha, now ask the previous alliance leader Modalan Ruo Temple to return the green jade holy battle." ”

After handing over the holy battle respectfully, the old monk said, "The conference has officially begun!" According to the old rules, the next nunnery and temple competed with each other to determine the three people with the highest martial arts, plus the representatives of Lanruo Temple, a total of four people, to determine the leader of the alliance this time. ”

"Good! Good! Good! ......," the nun monk shouted.

Kunjun felt that this was a small martial arts conference.

Just as everyone was about to compete, a monk wearing black monk's robes and a black Buddha jumped down from the top of the mountain and stood on the platform.

He smiled and said with a smile: "Don't be so troublesome, I'll be the leader of this alliance." ”

Yi Wei pointed at him and shouted: "Bold fanatics, who are you, dare to come to the Monks and Nuns Alliance Conference to make trouble!" ”

"Hahaha...... Old man Xiling laughing Buddha. The laughing monk said.

In fact, as soon as he appeared, Kunjun recognized it, this is the lackey of the emperor, why did he come? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by these monks and nuns?

Everyone was furious and pointed at him, and the monk in the audience shouted: "Xiling Laughing Buddha, aren't you going into hiding, why are you still making trouble?!" ”

He deserved to be a smiling Buddha, and he kept smiling and said: "In the past, I disdained to be the leader of your group of wine bags and rice bags, but now I have changed my mind, I want to lead you to dominate the martial arts." ”

"Joke!" The old monk shouted: "Xiling Laughing Buddha, our monk and nun alliance has rules, how can you come if you want to?!" ”

At this time, several monks in the audience defended: "He is my master, and he is fighting on behalf of our Xiling Temple, why not?" ”

Xiling smiled even more proudly: "Did you hear that?" I also came according to the rules, and if any of you are not convinced, just come up and challenge me! ”

The monk in the audience pointed his Zen staff at him and said: "Xiling Laughing Buddha, you have such a big breath, I will meet you first on behalf of Dukong Temple, make a move!" ”

"That's it...... Depend on...... You!? ”

Although Xiling Laughing Buddha was laughing, his eyes were already full of murderous aura, and he jumped towards him, and the black Buddha palm print instantly enveloped him.

The monk of Wakuji Temple spun the Zen staff, but it was useless, and after a few moves, he was sent flying.

This Xiling Laughing Buddha has made great progress compared to the previous martial arts!

Seeing that he was about to go over and make a deadly move, Kun Jun flashed over, and hit him with a move of great compassion that was not very skilled, "Hugh is going to be rampant!" ”

Seeing a huge golden palm print blasting forward, Xiling Laughing Buddha was taken aback, this person's skill is too strong, he retreated ten meters away before it was resolved.

"It's you again!" Xiling Laughing Buddha looked at Kunjun for three seconds before he recognized it, "Why are you here?!" ”

"Laughing Buddha, I am the representative of Modalan Ruo Temple, why do you say I am here?!"

Kun Jun laughed and said, "Are you going to go away by yourself, or do you want me to invite?" ”

"Hahaha......"

Xiling Xiaofo's mind turned sharply and said: "Today, we will count the new hatred and old hatred together. ”

"Black Buddha Seal!"

The laughing Buddha smiled and slapped his palm, and two black cold lightning shot out of his eyes, pitiful for him.

Seeing the overwhelming Buddha and demon handprints coming, Kun Jun sneered, "If you come to the divine palm!" ”

In fact, in the past two days, Kunjun has only learned some superficial Buddhist palms, where will there be any such as the palm of the gods.

It's just that he was taught by the old monk, and his internal strength became more profound, and he looked like it after he came out, and his power was amazing.

The two competed in palms, and the mountains shook suddenly!