In the breeze, there is a faint Sanskrit sound wafting, the fragrance of the leaves and wood, faintly revealing a pleasant aroma, the heaven and the earth seem to be full of solemn silence, peaceful like a bamboo sea.

However, there is no real sea of bamboo, just as there is no real peace, all peace is a false illusion under the cover of night, and it is only people's eyes, ears and noses that are deceived.

The Sanskrit sound is still the same, and in the faint sound, there is a burst of footsteps, not fast, not slow, not slow, full of rhythm, but not losing vividness and flexibility.

It's a man's footsteps.

Women's steps are mostly gentle, men's steps are mostly heavy, this step is not gentle, not heavy, but it reveals a man's taste, as if a natural philosophy.

The night wind swept away the fallen leaves that covered the stone steps, and the monk did not appear at the end of the stone steps, as if he had come suddenly, suddenly appeared in that place, without giving people time to react.

At the end of the stone steps, not far from where the monk was standing, there was a large door, the door was open, and from the door, a figure could be seen in the orange firelight.

The figure is moving, or the candle flame is moving, but the monk knows that there must be a stillness between the two, and the rest must be moving.

Generally speaking, it is the figure of the person who moves, but the monk prefers to believe that the movement is the candle flame.

He smiled slightly, but the figure stopped, and flew into the door, and just walked to the door, he suddenly heard a male voice coming.

"You're here!"

This short sound contains the philosophy of knowing everything, as if all the things in heaven and earth cannot escape his control, even if he is not a monk so free and easy, he can't help but be shocked in his heart.

The original indifferent expression suddenly disappeared, replaced by nervousness.

But after all, a monk is a monk, and after a while, he returned to normal, he smiled slightly, and said, "You guessed that I would come?"

"You have to come. ”

The candle flame reflected the man's face, which turned out to be the Zizhu monk. His red face was full of traces of time, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This is not the true face of Monk Zizhu, this is a disguise to deceive people's eyes, he knows that there must be a different face hidden under this old appearance.

What the hell is it?

He didn't know, and he wasn't interested in knowing, he just knew that Monk Zizhu didn't get in the way of his plans, and even at some moments, they stood on the united front.

Thinking of this, the monk smiled slightly and said, "Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing have already been freed. ”

Monk Zizhu smiled and said, "I know. ”

His gaze crossed the body of the unmonkable monk and stared into the distance. When I looked out from the doorway, I could see a piece of sky.

Tonight is not clear, but there is no rain, there are stars and moons, and there are clouds that obscure the stars and moons, and the sky is not bright, but it is definitely not dark, it can only be said to be an ordinary night, not too special.

Monk Bu was a little nervous again, and these nervousness was also manifested on the surface, he glanced at Monk Zizhu, and felt that the person in front of him seemed to have become a kind of lifeless statue, and this was almost impossible.

He is in the late stage of condensation, a person who can hide his aura in front of the martial artists in the late stage of condensation, is-

It is not a monk who dares to imagine.

After a while, Monk Zizhu suddenly laughed and said, "You are upset. As he spoke, he flicked the fierce flames that were blown by the breeze.

The orange flame immediately fell silent—quiet like a deferential cat, prostrate under the palm of the purple bamboo monk.

The monk's heart also quieted like a flame, and although it was a bit embarrassing, he had to admit that the feeling of a calm heartbeat was far better than the feeling of a crazy beat.

"Don't you ask about the specific situation?" said the monk in a low voice, and sat down opposite the Zizhu monk.

There were no chairs, and both of them used the traditional kneeling style, which made the accustomed to Western freedom seem somewhat uncomfortable, but this time, it didn't show itself.

He stared at Monk Zizhu, and suddenly found that Monk Zizhu actually had a pair of shining eyes, vicissitudes, sharp, and sharp.

This is a contradictory state, but in these eyes, it has been completely unified.

Swordsman or swordsman!

Monk Bu immediately made a definition, and then breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that he was not so ignorant of Monk Zizhu, and Monk Zizhu was not as invulnerable as he thought.

Of course, it is very likely that this point was deliberately revealed to him by Monk Zizhu, after all, when they first met, he didn't find anything.

The monk couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and secretly said: "This person is not simple, whether it is skill or mind, it is not simple. Who the hell is he? There is no way that such a person will appear in the Southeast Regions. ”

Just when he was thinking in his heart, Monk Zizhu smiled slightly, pointed to the teacups and teapots on the small table and said, "Drink tea." ”

The monk poured himself a cup of tea, and was surprised to find that the water was still warm, and the tea leaves floated on the warm water, stretching slightly, like seaweed floating on the water.

"Did he really expect me to come? Even the time was accurate?" Monk Bu secretly thought in his heart, but his face remained silent, and he smiled: "You haven't answered my question yet, why don't you just talk about the specific process?"

This is an ordinary sentence, ordinary people care about the result, after knowing the result, they will care about the process, in order to show their attention to things, although not everyone will ask such a sentence, but for most people, this sentence is indispensable.

However, at this moment, Monk Zizhu laughed and said, "Since you know the result, why bother with the process? You would say it, wouldn't you?"

Monk Bu frowned and said, "That's right, I do say it." ”

Monk Zizhu poured a cup of tea, put it to his lips and took a sip, closing his eyes slightly, revealing an intoxicated expression.

"How's this tea?"

This is an irrelevant sentence, but the monk still cherishes the answer: "Coarse tea." ”

Monk Zizhu's eyes lit up, and he stroked his palms and smiled: "Yes, yes, it is coarse tea, the most ordinary, even the most astringent coarse tea." After a pause, he continued: "There are many people who taste this, but there are very few people who dare to say this, they will only say 'good tea, good tea'"

"It's really good tea. The monk laughed.

"What's so good?" said Monk Zizhu with slanted glances at him.

The monk raised the wine glass and talked eloquently: "Although the coarse tea is not fragrant and delicious, it is the most thirst-quenching tea in the world." I don't seek to concentrate, I don't want to nourish my qi, and I don't have the desire to eat and stomach, so I don't want good tea, I come in a hurry, sit down in a hurry, just thirsty, and what I ask for is just quenching my thirst, so this coarse tea is right for my mouth, and the tea for my mouth is good tea, very good. ”

Monk Zizhu smiled, pointed not to laugh, suddenly, he smiled, and said softly: "I mean the same, all I care about is the result, the result is good, the process is not important, just like tea only needs to quench thirst, the whole thing only needs to have a perfect result." ”

Monk Zizhu didn't laugh, but Monk Bu laughed instead, he smiled: "But I still have to say," after a pause, he continued: "Han Chuang encountered a nightmare, a nightmare that was not killed by the Shalaba clan. ”

Monk Zizhu frowned and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid this nightmare has not healed from its serious injuries." ”

The monk smiled and said, "Nightmares are such a thing, once they are injured, they cannot be healed. ”

Monk Zizhu raised his eyebrows and said, "So he didn't deal with a real nightmare?"

"But it's also a difficult opponent." ”

Zizhu said: "But he won." ”

Don't laugh and say: "I let me into Nie Qingqing's dream." ”

Zizhu shook his head and said, "Defeating the nightmare in the dream realm is only something that you people from the Beihai Zen Academy can think of. ”

Monk Bu smiled: "Defeating the enemy in the most advantageous place for the enemy is the best exercise for yourself, I think you also have this idea." So you don't worry all the time. ”

Monk Zizhu smiled, stared at Monk Can, and said in a low voice, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

The monk smiled and said, "How can you not understand? I see that you are pretending to be confused, you understand a lot, you understand very much." ”

Monk Zizhu frowned and said, "You crossed the line." ”

The monk smiled and said, "What do you mean by crossing the line? Does it touch your identity? Your identity is very sensitive? Who are you?"

Monk Zizhu said sharply: "There are some problems, I don't know better." ”

Monk Bu smiled bitterly: "I don't know, my heart is always uneasy." After a pause, he glanced at Zizhu and continued: "You know what I told Han Chuang to do, this is something that can't tolerate any mistakes, and you can't make any mistakes, and you-"

Don't shake your head with a wry smile, "And your existence is a huge threat, I don't know your purpose, I can't see your attitude clearly." ”

"You just need to know that I have no ill will towards you, especially Han Chuang. Monk Zizhu said impatiently, the teacup turned in his hand three times in a row, and the tea splashed on the back of his hand, as if he had not noticed.

Monk No, he shook his head and said, "No, no, just knowing these is obviously not enough. As soon as the words fell, the long sleeves of the monk's robe suddenly waved out, floating like flowing clouds, like a wind, sweeping towards the cheeks of the Zizhu monk.

This hand water cloud sleeve is not a clever martial art, but it cannot be used by monks, but it can be rigid and soft, it can break people's blades, and it can be soft and entangle people's bodies, and it is very powerful; it is also a sudden attack, fast as lightning, and ordinary warriors will never dodge.

But Monk Zizhu dodged it, and he didn't see any movement, but his head was tilted to the side, as if it was a natural rhythm, and the cuffs of gold and iron brushed his cheeks.

He took a sip of his tea and sighed, "Why do you want to test me? As he spoke, he lifted the teacup with his right hand, and the tea turned into droplets and shot towards the chest of the monk.

When the monk saw this water droplet coming, he couldn't help but be moved: "What a clever secret weapon technique, it is even more powerful than the technique of the Su family, a famous secret weapon of the Jiangnan generation!"

As he spoke, his figure leaped up, and by the last few words, his body was completely empty, and the drops of water swept under him and hit the pillars behind him, making a hissing sound.

When he looked back, he saw that the surface of the pillars was like rain hitting the beach, and countless small holes appeared, which were formed by water droplets breaking through the pillars.

I only heard the Zizhu monk laugh loudly: "A good handsome body is worthy of the 'dragonfly point water' of the Beihai Zen Temple, with orderly ups and downs, well-founded advance and retreat, fast but not chaotic, condensed but not hairy, it seems that your body method has been practiced to a very high level." ”

It was a pleasure to be praised by others, but the monk was not happy, he sighed, unfolded the cuffs, and saw a row of fine holes appear on the white cuffs, arranged like flute holes.

"No matter how powerful your body is, it's not as clever as your secret weapon technique," he said, "I thought I was already very high, but now it seems that I still look down on you." After a pause, he continued: "I wanted to test your kung fu and see your birth, but I didn't expect you to dodge my water cloud sleeves lightly. You counterattacked me, it was an opportunity to see through your birth, but I didn't expect that your clever secret weapon technique would actually combine the 'rain of flowers' of the Su family in the south of the Yangtze River, the 'Nine Dozen Spirit Snakes' of the Ouyang family in the Western Regions, and the 'Hundred Steps through Yang' of the Xuanyuan Palace in Northern Xinjiang, I can't see your mentorship at all. ”

"Hahaha. Monk Zizhu laughed, "You really can't try my teacher's inheritance, and you don't need to try again." ”

The monk frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "But if you don't try, I'm worried." As soon as the words fell, the body swirled, and at the same time, he could not take out a string of Buddha beads from his waist, pinch it in his hand, and when he faced the Zizhu monk, he suddenly pinched the Buddha beads and played them out with true qi. ”

"Good friend's mutton fat drop. The purple bamboo monk sighed, his body was like a fish in the water, to the side, a few Buddha beads brushed his waist, and then he lay back, and then the Buddha beads brushed the tip of his nose, and finally turned around, and finally the Buddha beads passed under him.

The monk was not shocked, and just wanted to continue to do it, he saw the fingers of the Zizhu monk probing like lightning.

Sword moves!

The monk stared wide-eyed, trying to tell what kind of sword move it was, but in the end, he was frustrated to find that this so-called sword move was just the simplest flat stab, and if there was anything special, it was speed and strength.

He didn't have time to dodge, he was pointed at by his fingers, and his true qi was immediately sealed.

didn't shout, the monk knew that he would end up like this, just stared at the monk Zizhu with a smile.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is excellent, I admit defeat. There was no sense of failure in his voice.

Monk Zizhu didn't continue to attack, and said with a slight smile: "You monk, I said don't try me again, if you want to try, I will seal your true qi and see how you make another move." ”

"I don't have to do it. The monk said calmly, "Even if you make a shot, you can't test your depth, let alone the teacher." ”

Monk Zizhu's face inevitably added a little bit of pride, and he smiled proudly: "That's nature." After a pause, he continued: "But you can rest assured that as long as Han Chuang's life is not in danger, I will not interfere." ”

The monk lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said slowly, "What if his life is in danger?"

Monk Zizhu shook his head, stared at the teacup in his hand, and said in a low voice: "If it really comes to that time, I will naturally have a way to intervene, but your task-"

The monk smiled bitterly.

In the temple, Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing were awake one after another, and everyone gathered around to shout and ask for warmth for a while, which made Han Chuang a little embarrassed, and now he and Nie Qingqing took off their disguises, and everyone was satisfied when they saw Han Chuang's true appearance.

Jin Sanfu couldn't help but pat Han Chuang's shoulder and laughed, "You are really my Han brother!"

Han Chuang touched his shoulder, which was a little painful, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you already know?"

As soon as these words came out, Wei Hongqiong's eyes immediately widened, staring at Jin Sanfu and said angrily: "Jin San Fat Man, you already know the identity of Brother Han, don't you?"

Among the young generation of influential figures in the Southeast Region, Wei Hongqiong admired Han Chuang the most, not because of Han Chuang's superb strength, but because he was willing to give up the sect for Nie Qingqing.

You must know that when someone revealed Nie Qingqing's identity, he could have drawn a line with her, and there would have been no expulsion from the sect in the future.

Women are delicate, they are all wrapped in glass, yearning for a romantic heart, and Wei Hongqiong is no exception.

Jin Sanfu glanced at Wei Hongqiong with slanted eyes, and said in a low voice: "I'm not sure, besides, even if it's confirmed, I can't tell you, you big mouth-"

Before he could say anything, he saw Wei Hongqiong slapping him over, although Jin Sanfu was fat, he was also an agile fat man, he felt that the strong wind was coming, and his body lay backwards, only to feel the strong wind brushing the tip of his nose.

Jin Sanfu got up and said angrily: "Wei Hongqiong, what are you doing?"

Wei Hongqiong smiled: "Do you still need to ask, of course I'm beating you fat man!" folded his hands and was about to make a move, but was stopped by Han Chuang.

"Alright, Miss Wei. Jin Sanfu did not determine my identity. He said.

This was undoubtedly a sentence against his will, because Han Chuang was very sure that Jin Sanfu had already confirmed his identity.

He paused and continued, "Gossip aside, let's deal with this body first. His gaze fell on the boy's body.

Jin Sanfu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I've tried it too, I've tried all the swords, guns, swords, and halberds, this guy is like a sturdy turtle shell." ”

Jin Sanfu had read a lot of literature about the Shalaba tribe, and he searched carefully for the relevant memories, but in the end, there was still no way to crack the body of the royal family, and if he wanted to kill the Shalaba people, he had to start from the spiritual sense.

Seeing Jin Sanfu's embarrassed face, Han Chuang couldn't help but smile slightly, and said, "I know how to break his body." ”

If someone else said this, no matter how reasonable he behaved, Jin Sanfu would definitely not believe it, but it was Han Chuang who said this, and Jin Sanfu believed it a little.

His eyes lit up and he whispered, "What should I do?"

Han Chuang smiled slightly, and spit out two words in his mouth: "Five elements." ”