The young monk seems to have an endless amount of Zen opportunities, from morning to noon, from noon to evening.

In the middle of the night, there were few people who insisted on sitting in the square.

Among the few people, there is the young uncle of Hanjing Temple, who is only ten years old.

When the monks who had stayed in the realm of "viewing flowers and not flowers" returned to the square the next morning, they saw that the young monk was still talking.

No one expected that this little-known young monk would talk about it for a day and a night.

It's just that it's nearing the end at this time, and there are fewer than five people left in the square.

There are tens of thousands of monks in Zhongzhou, among whom nearly 3,000 can be called high-ranking monks who are qualified to participate in the festival.

Among them, less than five could understand what the young monks were saying.

The young monk, who had been talking for a day and a night, calmly glanced at the audience, his gaze paused as he passed over the little monk, and then there was a smile in his calm gaze.

Among the five people in the audience, the rest were much older than the young monk, and their expressions were much more tangled than him, and it seemed that the words of the young monk were difficult for them to understand.

The little monk was the only one, from his calm face at the beginning, to a slight frown after that, until now he was smiling and in a daze.

The young monk walked down the pulpit lightly, pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a wry smile, and whispered softly:

"It seems that I am indeed not the material for preaching, so many people, I can understand it alone."

After the young monks left, the scene returned to normal, and other monks came to the stage to give lectures one after another.

It's a pity that Zhuyu is in front, and the rest of the people speak brilliantly, after all, it is the Hinayana method, and it can't stir up waves.

It's like eating dragon liver and phoenix gall, even if you eat bird's nest shark fin, it will be like chewing wax.

When the little monk in the audience came back to his senses, the young monk was long gone, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

The young monk said that it was good medicine and bitter for others, but he was willing to eat it.

At the same time, he also had a deep sense of frustration, and he had already guessed the identity of the other party without asking.

For the first time in his life, the little monk laughed at himself:

"What two living Buddhas, they also look up to me too much."

……

Wang Quanquan and the others said goodbye to Cong Mo Yuan and returned to the inn where they settled, and when they heard the words of the young abbot, the burden in their hearts also fell a little.

Park Wen was in a much better mood, he went out shopping with moon cakes and Ah Cha, and wanted to call the king before leaving, but he was rejected.

Wang Quanquan sat in the room, his brows twisted like twisted flowers, and this matter had to start from just now.

Because the martial arts of the monk Lai Tou who fought against him at the beginning were strange, and they were all advanced exercises of Cong Mo Academy, he took this opportunity to ask by the way, but he didn't expect this question to ask about something.

At that time, Wang Quanquan just opened his mouth and mentioned: "I wonder if the abbot master knows a black-robed monk?" ”

The solid wood table in the living room, which was dozens of pounds, shattered in front of everyone.

Several people were stunned and looked at the young abbot who had been warm and calm a moment ago.

The young monk felt rude, folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, saying:

"It's the poor monk who is rude."

Wang Quanquan looked at the case that was so broken that it could only be used as firewood, and unconsciously swallowed his saliva, wondering if you have any misunderstanding of the word faux pas.

I thought so in my heart, but I could only say "out of the way". If you don't pay attention to the other party and stimulate the other party, who knows if the next one will be broken.

Fortunately, the young abbot has first-class Qi cultivation kung fu, and except for the solid wood case that was destroyed at the beginning, there was no other excesses.

At first, Wang Quanquan didn't understand why a monk was so murderous, but later as he learned about the matter, he was relieved.

Late one night a year ago, an uninvited guest came to Cong Mo Courtyard.

At first, everyone didn't take it seriously, thinking that the eighteen Arhats and Arhats could handle it.

As a result, the man's hand was strange, even if the 18 Arhats in the temple were copper-skinned and iron-clad, they couldn't help it, but they were all knocked to the ground.

The old abbot who heard the news took the four elders of the temple with extremely high seniority, as well as more than a dozen warrior monks who did not lose to the eighteen arhats, to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but they never returned.

Since the abbot ordered the others not to act rashly before leaving, the rest of the people could only do it in a hurry.

With bursts of scalp-numbing wails coming out, everyone couldn't help but gather in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion after all.

When everyone arrived, the scene was already full of corpses, more than a dozen warrior monks and four elders were dead, there was no breath, and the eighteen Arhats were also seriously injured and unconscious, only the old abbot was still alive and sitting on the ground.

Several senior disciples in the temple surrounded him and asked about the reason.

The old abbot struggled to open his cloudy eyes, and said only one sentence:

"After I pass away, the mantle is in the clear space, and you can't wait to seek revenge."

A few people still wanted to ask something, but they saw that the old abbot's eyes had lost his looks, his hands hung down, and he had already passed away.

Later, in the descriptions of several surviving Arhats, the people who came that night wore black monk's robes and a bag, and there were thousands of beetles in a wave of their hands, and they were beaten by these beetles and were powerless.

This black beetle is extremely weird, it can't be killed by ordinary means at all, and it has a strong restraint on internal strength, and the qi of protecting the body is like paper paste in front of it, and it will be broken when touched.

Even the Golden Bell Jar of the Three Elders was easily breached.

The abbot and the four elders, after being surrounded by these black beetles, exhausted their strength alive and finally died of exhaustion.

"The poor monk has studied the carcasses of beetles left on the ground, and I think that the abbot and several elders are not so much consumed as drained of their strength."

The young abbot looked at Wang Quanquan and the others, and slowly said everything he knew.

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan nodded and said:

"This is not wrong with my guess, that Lai Tou monk is still young, and it is impossible for him to cultivate so many advanced and profound masteries at the same time, he must have used the method of transferring flowers and trees to steal from others."

"Listen to the donor, have you fought with him?"

The young abbot was obviously shocked, although the old abbot left a last word before he died, he gave up the Dharma Martial Arts because he thought that one day if he met the monk, it would come in handy.

Wang Quanquan sighed, and then told the story of his battle with Monk Laitou.

The young abbot couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, the black-robed monk who couldn't even stand the five masters was killed by the young man in front of him.

Wang Quanquan also realized that his act of killing Lai Tou Monk was too shocking, and hurriedly explained, saying that there were three masters to help, and there was also a supreme assassin hiding in the shadows waiting for an opportunity.

The king's authority opened his eyes and said nonsense, without taking into account the taboo of the Buddha Sect not to lie in the pure land.

Of course, Yan Rongrong, Ning Yingxue and Zhong Li are indeed masters, the thin monkey from head to tail, killed the monk Lai Tou who forced the king's power into a desperate situation with one blow, and in some respects, he can be regarded as a top assassin.

The young abbot, who had taken revenge, folded his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and bowed to the king's authority.

Naturally, monks will not say words like "thank you for avenging me", but after all, the human heart is fleshy, and even a Buddha will get angry, let alone a monk who eats all the fireworks in the world.

Before Wang Quanquan could speak, Park Wen was the first to interject:

"Master, let me be fair, if someone helps me avenge my revenge, even if it is unintentional, I will take out one hundred and eighty treasured cheats in return."

Park Wen looked righteous and awe-inspiring, he didn't know who he was, and he really regarded him as a chivalrous warrior who spoke up.

Wang Quanquan hurriedly refused:

"How can chivalrous men of my generation ask for something in return when they do chivalrous deeds."

The expression on his face was much more sincere than that of Park Wen, and at this time, he was carrying his hands behind his back, faintly looking like a hero.

It's just that in a position where the young abbot can't see it, he gives a thumbs up to Park Wen behind him.

In terms of the thickness of his skin, he recognized the first kingship, and no one dared to recognize the second.

What Park Wen said just now was also instructed to say it under his eyes.

This move is tantamount to being a bitch and setting up an archway.

Sure enough, the monk on the other side, who didn't know the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes, just thought about it for a moment, and immediately said:

"This benefactor is right, and he wants to reciprocate."

After that, he summoned the little novice just now and told him to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to get a few books of the best martial arts books of the Cong Mo Academy.

Wang Quanquan and Park Wen did not squint throughout the whole process, and their faces were upright, but in fact, their hearts had already blossomed.

"If you have a bargain, you don't take advantage of the bastard", Wang Quanquan usually puts this sentence on his lips, and Park Wen now feels more and more reasonable.

The other three women present also had different expressions.

Moon Cake and Yan Rongrong have long seen the clues, but they have not debunked it, and as for the rest of Ah Cha, they didn't see what these two people were doing at all, which would be admiring their chivalry.

After the little novice brought the five secret books, Wang Quanquan first pretended to shirk it, and then under the repeated insistence of the young abbot and the "kind persuasion" of Park Wen, he finally ended up with a sentence of "It's disrespectful to be here", and took all the cheats into his arms.

Although Wang Quanquan figured out the source of Lai Tou's skills, he still didn't know his true identity, how the Immortal Gu came about, and what the so-called "chess game" in his mouth before he died.

Just as he was at a loss, the young abbot seemed to remember something, adding:

"I checked the identity of the monk before, but I only found the title of 'Living Maitreya', but now these are no longer important."

"The ...... of the Living Maitreya"

Wang Quanquan whispered, he had heard of this name, and the sword god Zhao Zhiyi, that is, the Holy Grace Emperor, was a master of the same era.

Father's ...... The king's heart jumped for no reason.

Because he remembered that he had been cheated by the other party more than once, so would it be the same this time......

Thinking of this, he hurriedly shook his head, trying to forget this terrible thought, after all, he really almost died this time, and the tiger poison does not eat children, so it will not ...... Right?

The king, who had a messy head, no longer had the heart to continue staying, so he got up and hurriedly left.

After a few people returned to the inn, there was the previous picture: Pu Wen went out shopping with moon cakes and Ah Cha, and Wang Quanquan stayed in the house, frowning and silent.

Yan Rongrong sat aside gently, poured a cup of tea for himself and Wang Quanquan, and asked softly:

"What do you think?"

Wang Quanquan took the tea, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said:

"I always felt that Monk Lai Tou appeared strangely, after Cong Mo Yuan and his party, this feeling did not decrease but increased, you said that since he recognized his father's swordsmanship, is it possible that the two knew each other from the beginning?"

Yan Rongrong also frowned when he heard this, "They are all masters who have been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and it is not strange that they know each other, do you think that monk was sent by the Holy Emperor?" ”

Although Wang Quanquan didn't want to admit it, he still nodded, after all, in order to force Wang Quanquan to be exposed, Emperor Sheng'en was able to spin a bottle of poison by himself.

No matter how impossible it is to think about it, if he didn't prepare well against Monk Laitou, he would very likely die on the spot, even if Emperor Sheng'en had no last resort, he wouldn't really play his son to death, right?

Thinking of this, Wang Quanquan leaned weakly on the back of his chair, his head raised, and he was stunned.

……

In the Cong Mo Courtyard, since Wang Quanquan and the others left, the young abbot personally cleaned up the cases that were shattered by his anger, and this kind of thing happened for the first time in the more than ten years he became a monk, which shows how deep this hatred is.

As he lowered his head to clean, a childish voice sounded from behind him:

"What an angry King Kong."

There was no sound coming, but the young abbot was not surprised at all, and continued to do his own thing with his head bowed until the broken wood was swept away.

When he was done, he turned around calmly and looked at the comer.

The person who came seemed to be an ordinary little novice, but he was wearing a brocade robe that was very inconsistent with his identity, and he was holding a string of pure white tridacnum beads worth a thousand gold in his hand.

Huiming gently pinched the Buddha beads in his hand, stared at the person opposite for a while, and then spoke:

"Do you regret it?"

The young monk didn't answer, just shook his head.

"Is it worth it?" The little monk continued to ask questions.

The young monk didn't even shake his head this time, but was silent.

"The deadline is approaching, I'm going to go to Xichi, I shouldn't be able to come back in a short time, you can help me take care of it over there in Hanjing Temple."

The young abbot remained silent and nodded.

"Hey......" The little monk who was only eleven or twelve years old sighed like an old man, "Mahayana Buddhism, you can cross people, but you can't cross yourself." ”

Then he turned and walked away.

After the figure of the little monk disappeared completely, the young abbot, who had cherished words like gold from beginning to end, also sighed and muttered:

"The heart is not quiet."

The little novice who was helping to clean up the teacup next to him blinked and scratched his bare head, not knowing whether the "quiet" in the mouth of the abbot he admired meant quiet or clean.

……

At dinner time, Park Wen finally rushed back with mooncakes and Ah Cha in large bags.

Because the moon cake matter has been settled, Park Wen was in a good mood, and he not only took the two women to visit the shops in the city, but also bought a lot of things in large and small bags, including the two husband and wife.

Wang Quanquan picked up the mutton fat white jade given to him by the other party, and said suspiciously:

"You kid robbed the silver horn in the city?"

Park asked and smiled, and said:

"Thanks to my brother for bothering these days, a little gift, a little heart."

Wang Quanquan knew that the other party was happy, and he didn't refuse, he picked up a big red silk cloth and asked:

"I understand the reason, but what are you buying this thing for, what's the matter, I'm happy to marry a few aunts and wives to celebrate?"

Park Wen naturally didn't understand what "aunt wife" meant, thinking that it should be similar to a concubine, so he scratched his head and said:

"I passed by Buzhuang just now, it looked good, and the price was cheap, so I bought it and planned to keep it for my relatives in the future."

Wang Quanquan gave a thumbs up when he heard this, "Yes, you daddy, I will obey!" ”

The moon cakes on the side rolled their eyes widely.

……

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