Everyone was chatting, and two gentle footsteps came from the narrow mountain road.

Blackpipe stood up excitedly and looked at the darkness in front of him: "It can't really come, right?" ”

The temporary workers stood up and approached the front, but Huang Yue sat still in place, he knew that the person who came was not Ma Xianhong, Chen Duo saw that Huang Yue did not move, and did not follow.

Two figures emerged from the darkness, and they were actually two monks, one old and one strong, and the appearance of these two people was really beyond everyone's expectations.

The old monk has a wrinkled face, wears an orange monk's robe, has a kind face and kind eyes, and the tall monk behind him has rough facial features and a manic attitude, not like a monk.

"Why is this here....... It is the master of Jiekong and his eldest disciple, the monk of insulation. The black pipe recognized the two comers, and hurriedly asked, "Master Jiekong, why are you here?" ”

"You are from the company, why I came, old monk, you should know very well." Xie Kong replied.

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately understood that the old man was afraid that he would really put the twelve root vessels to death and create a great sin.

"Master, how many years have you been in the Tao, can you not see the catty in it?" Wang Zhenqiu stepped forward and responded.

"There is naturally something strange in it, so I contacted Mr. Zhao as soon as possible, although he did not say it explicitly, but he has explained to me that this is a non-existent thing, but the old monk I am still not at ease, I always have to come and see in person." Xie Kong replied.

In the outside world, the company is indeed not above board, special events are dealt with by special means, and it is not much clean, and a guy like Wang Zhenqiu can become a temporary worker, which is a good example.

The black pipe muttered in his heart: I'm afraid that Mr. Zhao will fool you, how unreliable is the image of our company.

"Amitabha, after all, it is about the net worth and life of some children, and I must always be cautious about the old monk." The implication is that as long as the company does something to the children, he will stop it.

"Who is the old monk?" Zhang Chulan asked, he had just entered the Inhuman Circle for a few months, and almost most people didn't know him.

Zhang Lingyu saw that the little uncle looked puzzled, and immediately introduced the old man's origin and said, "You don't even know this?" Ten Elders, Master of Emptiness.

The old man was born in Shaolin, and later became the host of Lingyin Temple, and the master said that Master Jiekong used to be a very powerful warrior monk, but he didn't know, but for some reason, all his means were abolished. ”

Seeing the old monk's resolute attitude, the black pipe didn't want to say anything more: "That's it, master, if you don't worry, I'll take you around?" It's a wasted place. ”

"Amitabha, there is a benefactor." Untie your hands together.

The black pipe felt an angry gaze, the source was a monk named Baowen after Xie Kong, the other party had been staring angrily in a certain direction, so he asked: "Tsk, this master, you are here to settle the matter, murderous, are you not used to seeing anyone, or do we have a place to be rude?" ”

“.........。” Bao Wen wanted to suppress his anger, but the hideous expression on his face couldn't relax.

"Treasure News!" Xie Kong shouted, signaling the other party not to be angry here.

"Master, I can't help it, I can't help it when I see this brute!" Bao Wen's eyes stared at Xiao Zizi, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out.

Everyone followed the line of sight and immediately understood that Monk Baowen was going to Xiao Zizai.

"Master, you're still so tough." Xiao Zizi looked at the Master of Liberating the Sky and said.

As soon as these words came out, everyone understood what was going on, although they didn't know what Xiao Zizai did, but Xiao Zizai, a murderous madman, probably couldn't hold back the desire to kill, so he left home halfway.

"Xiao Zizi!" Bao Wen shouted angrily, clenched his fists and rushed towards the other party.

"Senior brother, it's still gone!" Xiao Zizi faced the burly treasure, and directly leaned out with one hand and shook it with the opponent's fist.

Rumble!

The terrifying power shook, with the two of them as the center, and the ground under their feet instantly cracked, shaking the people around them back.

"Wow!"

A scream rang out suddenly.

When Bao Wen and Xiao Zizai heard this voice, they withdrew their hands one after another, and they all looked in the direction of the master.

I saw that the old monk's head was swollen with a fresh bag, obviously hit by something.

Xie Kong sat on the ground and cried: "Where is the reason of heaven, the disciple has beaten the master!" ”

Bao Wen saw that he was in trouble, so he hurriedly turned around and ran over to help the old monk up: "Master! Master! I didn't pay attention. ”

"Old monk, I'm really miserable, you look at Zhang Zhiwei's disciples, counting the ten disciples of Liang Daochang who have gone to immortals, one is better than the other!" The old monk looked at Zhang Lingyu with envy.

In the next second, the old monk remembered something and hurriedly corrected his wording: "Oh yes, it should be nine now." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhang Lingyu, and the embarrassing atmosphere began to spread, Zhang Lingyu hurriedly lowered his head, he really didn't have the face to see anyone again, his current existence was to embarrass the old heavenly master.

Xie Kong let out a long sigh, and then turned his head to reprimand Bao Wen: "Alas! Look at you wicked people! I asked you to quit hate, what is the difference between you and Baojing now. ”

"Master! I was wrong! I'm not going to fight, Master, I really know it's wrong! Baowen helped the old monk to apologize again and again.

When the black pipe passed by Huang Yue's side with Xie Kong, the young man suddenly stood up.

Huang Yue clasped his hands together and saluted the old monk: "Master Jiekong, the junior has something I want to ask you, I don't know if it's convenient." ”

"Huang Yue's donor, that's right." He stopped and looked at the boy.

"Seniors have heard of me?"

"The little donor is in full bloom, Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei have both mentioned you to the old man, I don't know what the problem is?" Xie Kong nodded.

"What would you do if the company really wanted to hurt the twelve-rooter?" Huang Yue asked.

"Naturally, we will stop it with all our might." Xie Kong replied without hesitation.

"What if you can't stop it."

"If the wood has become a boat and the living person dies, we monks can only chant the Buddha Sutra to surpass the soul, although the old monk I have no cultivation, but before the company casts the killing, please step on the old monk my corpse." Xie Kong said calmly.

Hearing these words, Huang Yue and the black pipe couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts.

"The younger generation has been taught." Huang Yue hugged his fists, and the other party's tone seemed to be saying something that was taken for granted.

After a bow, he turned and walked into the abandoned bunker.

Huang Yue looked at the short back of the old monk, and seemed to realize in his heart, these old people are really stronger than the other, so is the old heavenly master, and so is Lu Jin, the older he gets, the more he is angry.

The young man couldn't help but think in his heart, if he had reached the realm of the Heavenly Master, would he see the world differently in his eyes?