"What kind of illness did this Qingxuan Taoist suddenly have?" Monk Wuneng looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was so out of shape, and was at a loss in his heart, "Could it be that there is anything strange about the Dharma name of the poor monk and the poor monk's junior brother?"

I didn't know why, Monk Wuneng subconsciously reached out and grabbed his bald head, and then looked at Ye Qingxuan in a daze.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't stop coughing, and finally stopped coughing, and the monk named Wukong finally brought Jinpa and Qing Shui.

Ye Qingxuan took the Qingshui Jinpa, looked at Yuan Feng with slightly apologetic eyes, and then handed over the object in his hand, and said apologetically, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, but it was rude to be poor, and he was thirsty because he was in a hurry, so he was a little anxious when he drank tea, and suddenly heard this ...... Well...... The master spoke suddenly, and he didn't check for a while, it's really a sin for Yuan Jushi, who is so tired!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yuan Feng stretched out his hand to take the Qingshui Jinpa, and said in his mouth, and then followed the Wukong monk to the inner hall with the object to tidy up and freshen up.

Finally calmed down, Ye Qingxuan looked at Monk Wuneng for a long time, and then suppressed the weirdness in his heart again, only then did he recover his indifference, and said slowly, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Fang is the poor Dao rude, but I don't know that the master came to find the poor Dao, what do you have to say?"

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" "Wu Neng monk pronounced a Buddha name, and then said, "The poor monk Wu Neng is the abbot of Liyan to sit down and the big disciple, the poor monk obeyed the master's decree to build Qingliang Temple in Xiangyang City, licking as the abbot of Qingliang Temple.

The poor monk is not talented, I once heard that the Taoist discussed Buddhism with my teacher in front of Qingliang Temple, and then listened to what the master said, the Taoist is not only profound, but also has a lot of experience in my Buddhism Bodhi compassion.

So the poor monk heard about it, and he has been trying to ask the Taoist for advice, but the Taoist is a master in the world, it is rare to see in the past, at this time my teacher held a festival, but it is to let the poor monk meet the Taoist, so, but also ask the Taoist to give advice, and teach the poor monk the way of compassion and Bodhi!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently when he heard this, and then looked at Wu Neng without saying a word, Ye Qingxuan's eyes were clear and unmixed, it was okay at the beginning, but after a long time, he saw that the monk Wu Neng was furious in his heart, and he was uncomfortable.

"This Taoist priest really has two strokes! He is not able to cultivate the heavenly eye in my Buddhist sect, how can under his gaze, all kinds of disharmony have arisen in my Buddha's heart, as if he was incomprehensible to the Buddha in the past and the disrespect in the Buddhist scriptures, but at this time he is completely exposed to the eyes of this Taoist priest!"

Ye Qingxuan's own cultivation is the Sanqing Avenue that directly points to the root of the Great Dao, and at this time, he slightly carries the spirit of martial arts, and he is accustomed to it in his eyes, and he is naturally supernatural.

Sanqing Avenue is full of everything, and Wu can be seen by Ye Qingxuan for a long time, so he is naturally unstable and full of distracting thoughts.

This is like a modern person with shallow knowledge, who insists on looking at the complicated and boundless mathematical formulas, and if he doesn't know anything, after a long time, he will inevitably get dizzy and upset.

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that a moment has passed, and the monk Wuneng only feels that he seems to see the Bodhi Dharma in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, and in addition to this, it seems to have all its mysteries, but if you want to look closely, you don't understand it at all, and after a while, you only feel bored in your chest, so you are shocked in your heart, so you have to proclaim the Buddha's name and suppress the Buddha's heart!

"The Taoist is really smart!" Wu Neng no longer dared Ye Qingxuan to look at each other, so he had to lower his head and admit defeat softly.

Everyone present saw that Ye Qingxuan just glanced at Monk Wuneng, and they were impressed by the other party, and for a while, the contempt caused by the rudeness of Fang Cai couldn't help but put it away.

Especially the Zhao Shizhu who had the name of the Golden Light Sword Sleeve of the Diancang Sect, also looked at Ye Qingxuan with great interest.

As far as he knew, his senior brother in charge of the sect, who had a very good face, had returned to the mountain gate a few days ago, and although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had also heard the word of mouth from his disciples.

It seems that between his senior brothers' words, he has a lot of respect for this Qingxuan Daoist, and when he sees Ye Qingxuan at this time, he is also interested in it for a while, so he pays attention to Ye Qingxuan!

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Here Wu Neng was defeated, and Ye Qingxuan heard a rather old Buddha horn sounding again.

Although this voice is old, it is not as full of compassion as the tone of the words, but it makes people know that this old monk must be a master with a fiery personality.

When I looked up, I saw an old monk with a rich appearance, with a big bald head, who also came to Ye Qingxuan's side.

"Master Wu Neng, you step down, and let the old man come to understand, this Qingxuan Taoist's method of compassion and Bodhi!" This old monk came to Ye Qingxuan, and couldn't help but say that he ordered Wu Neng to retreat, and his words were full of domineering meaning, if others didn't know, he also said that this fat monk was Wu Neng Master, not Li Yan!

"Okay! Defeat the little one, and come to the old one!" Ye Qingxuan was helpless in his heart, only to feel that this Feilai Temple was really damaging to the face of the monks, and he didn't want to worry about it, he just wanted An Ansheng to pass this puja, but they didn't let themselves be quiet, and they hated it very much!

Thinking of this, the corners of Ye Qingxuan's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and then he happened to see a squirrel quietly slipping by at his feet, making a gesture to eat the nuts on the table.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan grabbed it casually, and took the cute and fat squirrel in his hand.

The squirrel is greedy, and he always steals nuts in the Feilai Temple in the day, and today the Buddha's light puja is full of natural food, so the squirrel escapes with the aroma.

Originally, he saw that his target was about to fall into his mouth, but he suddenly felt that the heaven and the earth were hanging upside down, and he was held in his hand.

The squirrel is just a beast animal, and when it is attacked, it naturally wants to struggle desperately, but Ye Qingxuan saw this, but the innate magic skill worked slightly, and the greedy squirrel was gently stunned.

Ye Qingxuan then laughed lightly, and at the same time stretched out his hand in front of the old monk who suddenly broke in, and said softly, "This master, Poor Dao is making a bet with you, the master thinks that after a few breaths, I don't know if the squirrel in Poor Dao's hand is dead or alive?"

This old monk is the younger brother of the abbot of Liyan, and the name of the law is Liqing, which is to take the meaning of pure glass and the nature of glass.

However, this old monk's temperament is completely opposite to his Dharma name, originally he was able to eat deflated, this Li Qing wanted to personally understand Ye Qingxuan, who knew that as soon as Fang arrived here, he ate Ye Qingxuan such a dismount!

The old monk Li Qing looked at Ye Qingxuan with a resentful face, and secretly hated in his heart, "This little miscellaneous hair is extremely cunning, he holds the squirrel in his palm at the moment and doesn't know life and death, if the old man says that after a while, this squirrel lives, he can only vomit the true qi in his palm slightly, and he can shock the little beast to death."

But if the old man said that after a while, the squirrel would be dead, and he could just let go of his palm and let the squirrel go, wouldn't the old man have to lose anyway?"

The old monk Liqing only felt embarrassed for a while, so he had to think about it, put his hands together, and stand in the middle of the field.