The lark and the dustless hit the horses one after the other.

Lu Hong opened his eyes, picked up the sea bowl in front of him, smiled gently at the little shepherd boy, and then glanced at the lark and Wuchen, turned around and walked into the shantytown.

"Came back so quickly, got it?",

Lu Hong put the sea bowl on the table, and he sat on the chair casually, dividing the noodles in the bowl into three parts, and the few vegetable leaves were in his own bowl.

The lark shook his head and said, "No, the opponent is too cunning",

Lu Hong raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two of them, and said with a smile: "Oh~, who is the holy opponent who can make you both feel cunning?"

Skylark said: "Zisang",

"Zisang?", Lu Hong's eyes suddenly widened, and the chopsticks he had just held in his hand were also put down.

looked at the lark, then at Wuchen, stared at him, and said, "Master, you won't really ......",

Wuchen smiled faintly, didn't explain anything, and ate his noodles by himself.

The lark only shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head to eat his noodles.

Lu Hong smiled: "It's okay, this is always a good thing, but it's a pity that I didn't kill Zisang",

"We all underestimate him, although this person is servile, but he does have some ability",

......

In the evening, Wuchen went to the village to return the horse, Lu Hong and Skylark sat at the door of the shed, there was a low table between the two, a pot of tea and three teacups were placed on the low table, and the two of them invited to drink in front of the green grass, which was quite comfortable.

"Brother Dao, don't you think the master is a little strange?"

After three rounds of tea, Lu Hong seemed to be a little unintentional.

The lark glanced at him and said, "Do you say that he is shameless? If you want me to say that there is nothing strange, just like you, you are one when you are with Sun Yao, and when you are with the small lord of Qingqiu Country, you are another."

Lu Hong coughed low and said, "I'm not talking about this, but the master... Not long after he met Wu Yan, he asked her to go to the White Horse Temple, and he suddenly made up his mind to kill Zi Sang, did this feeling, this jealousy come too quickly?",

"Moreover, can a person who cultivates Buddhism really not be fascinated by beauty?"

"Pink skull, everything is as you like, in fact, I thought that the master could be indifferent to the proprietress of the Crescent Inn, and there should be no woman in this world who can make him tempted, who knows... Ha, feelings are such a wonderful thing",

The lark said: "Who says it's not? No one can say clearly about such an ethereal thing as feelings."

"But it's reasonable to kill Zi Sang, Master Wuchen has always either not done it, or he has never done it, he has always been the demeanor of a high-ranking monk, but secretly he doesn't mind the ninth-rate means at all."

Lu Hong smiled dumbly, and said: "Brother Dao really sees Master Wuchen thoroughly, and he doesn't wronged him at all by saying that he is a demon monk."

Thinking of the time when he was in the Red Mansion of Baijian, Wuchen showed no mercy to his brothers and sisters, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, and remembered that when he was in the Western Regions, he snatched Qifei from his own hands, and did not hesitate to use the life of a little girl to blackmail Du Hehuan, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, how could it not be to cooperate with this person and seek skin with the tiger?

Taking a sip of tea, Lu Hong said quietly: "Brother Dao, to be honest, I have never smelled the slightest human touch on Wuchen's body, he has always been so solemn and solemn, and he treats people and things like a Buddhist monk, but he is meticulous no matter who he is, whether it is you, me, Ye Baima or others, he treats everyone equally, and has never favored anyone, who can make an exception, he is still the first",

"Well...", the lark groaned softly.

Lu Hongdao: "Although you and I are not good, but the things of love and hate are clearly distinguished, the cynicism of the Taoist brother, disdain for red dust, my cautiousness, cunning and treacherous are all human feelings, but Master Wuchen has always been a look of no demand, no desire, no contention, but he is just the same age as us, the general experience, no matter how much to study the Dharma, how can we really do no desire and no desire?",

"Throughout the ages, who has really had no desires and no desires?",

"So, sometimes I wonder, what is it that the Dustless Master really desires in the depths of his heart?",

Skylark said: "The master at least has a special affection for Zen Yin",

"I wish I had",

Lu Hong's fingers lightly buttoned the teacup, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw that the black mist in the distance was a little thicker, and it seemed that some of them had floated here, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Let's rush back to Xinghua Village tomorrow, this place can't change anything with our ability, as long as I see them safe and sound, I can leave here with confidence."

Wuchen sneered: "Then continue to look for a solution to the curse of the Immortal Gate?"

Lu Hong shook his head and said: "It's about Penglai Immortal Island and the Ghoul Sect, now we can't solve the curse of the Immortal Gate, I plan to follow Sun Yao's words, first open a sect in Kunpeng Ridge."

"Founding a sect?",

The lark's eyes moved.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of Buddha coming from the distance, and a faint golden light came out of the Yuanmu Village.

"Master ......",

The two put down their teacups, stood up with a "rub" and walked towards Yuanmu Village.

At this time, the sun was setting, and it should have been the time for the people in the village to gather together to drink and brag, but the Yuanmu Village, which should have been lively, was silent at this time, not only was there no voice, but even the sound of chickens and dogs had all disappeared, and there was a faint black smoke in the air.

At the entrance of the village, a yellow dog was lying on the ground, panting for breath in its mouth.

Seeing that the old yellow dog Lu Hong and the lark whose skin was loose and their eyelids had drooped down, their eyebrows were all condensed, and they clearly remembered that the big yellow dog who was guarding the entrance of the village last night was in the prime of life, with dense hair and vigorous tigers.

Lu Hong leaned down and turned over the yellow dog's body to take a closer look, and then Yun Ling probed its body, and his brows furrowed a little deeper.

"There are no wounds, no traces of poison, it is a natural old death",

"Old and dead, how can it be?",

The lark's brows were also slightly frowned.

Yesterday was still in the prime of life, and the big yellow dog that was alive and well died of old age today, and whoever heard about such a thing would feel unbelievable.

But he soon became convinced that the dog did die of natural old age.

He had to believe it, because the donkeys in the mill in the village, the cattle in captivity, and the pigs raised by every household all died of old age in a day, and they could smell old and rotten at every step of the village.

Then, following the direction from which the sound of the Buddha came, they saw a grass hut and the old ox outside the house.

The old ox that the little shepherd boy rode during the day was also very old and dying.