Monk Qingyu scolded and scolded, he had poured eight lifetimes of mold today.

A good deal is ruined, and one by one.

After Huang Zhijun left Wanshi Mountain, he was furious and scolded Monk Qingyu.

30,000 taels of silver, it flew by itself.

As soon as Monk Qingyu inquired, it was an unknown little novice who disrupted his plan.

After he learned that Tai Changqing was not in the Middle Sect, he was furious and came in.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a cloud of black gas quickly dissipating in the sky above the wing room on the left.

Then I heard the sound of someone reciting the scriptures.

Monk Qingyu knew that his business had been robbed.

How can this be reasonable, who in Taichang Temple does not know that he Qingyu monk is doing excessive trading.

The holy monk of Puji is very old, and he does not interfere in the general excess.

This little monk who came out of nowhere actually dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, it was simply looking for death.

Xin Lin woke up suddenly, and looked at the Qingyu monk with a blue face, and the handsome monk with an indifferent face.

"Little donor, your sword will be returned to its original owner."

Monk Jun handed the ancient sword to Xin Lin.

Xin Lin glanced at the sword, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

On the sword, the evil aura disappeared.

Awesome, Jun Monk!

It is worthy of being a person who follows Tai Changqing, and even the chanting of the scriptures is much stronger than people, which can not only hypnotize, but also exceed.

"Little donor, it's not early, there are no outsiders in the temple, please leave early."

Monk Jun said lightly.

As soon as he said this, Monk Qingyu, who still wanted to calculate Xin Lin, also had nothing to say.

He could only stare at the goldfish and watch Xin Lin's big thorn walk out from under his nose.

Before Xin Lin left, he also glanced at Monk Jun, and saw his breezy appearance, so he left with confidence.

No matter how you say it, Monk Jun is also a royal history, and he is also Taichangqing's little novice, Xin Lin thought of his belly black strength when he pit his silver two, and instantly felt that he was salty and eating radishes and worrying about it.

That Qingyu monk, where will he be the opponent of the Jun monk.

Amitabha, monk Qingyu, I hope you can survive this calamity.

Xin Lin mourned silently for Monk Qingyu, and ran out of the Zhongji Courtyard with a smoke.

In the wing room, Monk Qingyu sneered.

"What is your last name, which master's novice is you?"

Monk Qingyu has been in Taichang Temple for so long, and he has never seen Monk Jun.

This white and tender appearance, I don't know, I think he was raised by a dignitary.

"I don't have a Master."

Monk Jun shook his head.

"It's better without Master, otherwise the mistakes you made today won't even be able to protect your Master. Come, take him down, and serve him with a precept and a torture stick. ”

Monk Qingyu sneered twice.

Several warrior monks surrounded him.

"Qingyu, you can recognize these."

Monk Jun was not in a hurry, and took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms.

Qingyu's eyes lit up.

"Boy, you're a bit of a brain, and you know how to use silver tickets to buy people, but these silver tickets are mine, and if you want to avoid punishment, you must at least prepare another stack."

Qingyu's face was full of greed, and as soon as he was in a hurry, he wanted to grab the silver ticket.

But he grabbed the silver ticket and pulled it.

The fluttering silver tickets, motionless, Monk Jun used a finger to hold down the silver tickets.

"It's good that you admit that the silver ticket is yours, and it saves you a lot of trouble."

"Boy, let go!"

Monk Qingyu tried harder, but the silver ticket was still unmoving.

"Look for death!"

Monk Qingyu was furious and slammed a fist into Monk Jun's head.