At this time, more than ten people walked on the mountain road, and the two people in front of them were holding hands, one was a Taoist aunt wearing a sauce-colored Taoist robe with beautiful eyebrows; The other is a woman dressed in red with clear and clear eyes, who is Zhou Qingzhu and Liu Hanyan. They were followed by Zhuang Zhaoxue, Liu Zhaohui, Zhang Qingling, and then Wu Qingshan and Liu Qingling.

"Damn, this Jiuhua Mountain is really good, it's about to catch up with Lushan." The big idiot shouted. The monk sneered: "This is one of the four famous mountains in Foshan, of course it is good, but ...... What are you excited about as an old Taoist priest? "What am I excited about, this is not as good as my Bailu Temple, but it is much better than your Donglin Temple." The two of them quarreled all the way, and they never stopped.

Wang Hou suddenly stopped and exclaimed, "Uncle Zhu? On the edge of the steps, the man who bent down to hold the broom was stunned, raised his head and exclaimed, "Hou'er! How did you get here? "It's really Uncle Zhu, aren't you going back to your hometown? What about Brother Ziping? ”

"Ping'er? He's not in Bianwang Village, where did he go? "He's gone to Gushi to find you...... You haven't met? "No, as soon as I arrived in Luzhou, I met the enemy of the year, and I followed him all the way here...... How is your father? Wang Hou shook his head and sighed: "I almost fell into Chaohu Lake and drowned...... Alas, Uncle Zhu, you ...... How are you doing? ”

Everyone had stopped, Liu Zhaohui and Liu Hanyan walked down the steps at the same time, Liu Zhaohui made a gesture to Zhu Zhichang: "I've seen Uncle Zhu!" Liu Hanyan looked at Zhu Zhi and asked, "You are Uncle Zhu?" Listen to nerds talk about you a lot. "You're all friends with Ping'er? Good, good, Ping'er has also grown up. ”

Wang Hou hurriedly introduced: "This is the abbot of Lushan Donglin Temple, this is the chief of the Bailu Temple in Lushan, and ...... These are my friends. ”

The idiot Taoist looked at Zhu Zhi: "Your martial arts are good, how can you still have enemies?" Zhu Zhi hurriedly hugged his fists: "The Taoist chief has won the award, it is all an old thing more than 20 years ago, and it has passed, thank you for your concern." ”

Wang Hou said again: "Dao Chief, Master, you go first, Uncle Zhu and I are here to talk." The monk said to Zhu Zhi: "It's okay, let's go up and have a look first." Zhu Zhi leaned over and thanked him, and everyone continued to walk up. Liu Hanyan didn't move, and Zhou Qingzhu also stayed with her.

Liu Hanyan said to Wang Hou: "Nerd, there are many people here, and you don't know martial arts, I'll just wait for you here, and we'll go up together later." Wang Hou smiled: "Yan'er still cares about me." "I don't care about you...... I just want to, I want to...... Ask Uncle Zhu more about the nine-colored lotus. ”

Zhu Zhixiao asked: "Hou'er, is this your daughter-in-law?" Liu Hanyan's face turned crimson for a moment, and he stomped his feet: "Uncle Zhu, you ...... Why are you kidding me? Zhou Qingzhu covered his mouth and smiled: "Sister Yan, you are blushing." Zhu Zhi looked at Zhou Qingzhu and asked, "Hou'er, this is also your daughter-in-law?" ”

Zhou Qingzhu also blushed. Zhu Zhi laughed: "You just go with me to the place where you live, there are few people there, and it is quieter." Zhu Zhi's residence is close to Huacheng Temple, and more than 20 houses surround a courtyard, the yard is not large, there is a small bamboo forest, and the ground is very clean. When I entered the house, I saw a bed in the center, and two other chairs made of bamboo, and nothing else.

Zhu Zhi poured tea and handed it to the three of them, Liu Hanyan took a sip and drank most of the cup, and handed the cup to Wang Hou: "Nerd, this tea is not bad, refill some water for me." ”

Wang Hou took the cup: "Yan'er, this tea should be tasted slowly, why did you drink it in one gulp?" Liu Hanyan said angrily: "I, I'm thirsty, can't I drink more?" Zhu Zhi said with a smile: "I can drink more, I can drink more, this water is the spring water I picked, and there is a lot of it." ”

Liu Hanyan pouted: "Did you hear that?" Nerd, it's so stingy to drink some water. Zhou Qingzhu smiled: "Why don't you hurry up and pour water for Sister Ah Yan?" ”

At this moment, someone in the courtyard shouted, "Uncle Zhu, are you in the house?" Zhu Zhiying said: "Yes, Daofeng, why are you here?" "They're all in the square, I'm bored, so I'll come down and see you." A little monk of fifteen or sixteen years old, who looked thin and thin, and wore a black robe, walked in, rolled his eyes slightly, and asked, "Hey, Uncle Zhu has come as a guest?" ”

Wang Hou clasped his hands together and pretended to say, "I've seen the little master." Dao Feng grinned and said: "This donor is good-looking, the little master is the little master, the master is the big master, how is it the little master?" …… Who are you?"

"Master Xie asked, Xiao Ke's surname is Wang Minghou, and Wang Hou is also." Wang Hou still clasped his palms together, but Liu Hanyan laughed and pushed him, "Nerd, it's souring me......"

The little monk snatched Wang Hou's cup, drank most of it in one gulp, and wiped his mouth: "I'm dying of thirst, I'm tired these days, the old monk Guangjing has a weird yin and yang, it's really hard to wait." Liu Hanyan learned Wang Hou's tone and asked, "This tea should be tasted slowly, little monk, why did you drink it in one gulp?" ”

Zhu Zhi was stunned and muttered to himself: "Guangjing? …… I remember back then, that person's name was Guangze......" Dao Feng blinked: "Yes, Uncle Zhu knows that old monk?" Zhu Zhi didn't answer, his eyes looked at the swaying bamboo forest outside the courtyard, as if he was stuck in a memory, and he didn't move for a long time.

An hour later, it was already two o'clock, and the sun was getting warmer, and there were no less than 40,000 people in Huacheng Square. Among these people, most of them wearing black monks' robes were disciples of the Eastern Sect, no less than seven or eight thousand, scattered in various places in the square. Wearing gray monk's robes were the disciples of the Western Sect, no less than three hundred, most of whom were concentrated in the middle and front of the square. Others are Jianghu figures or pilgrims in the Qingyang area, some of these people were still standing before, but they didn't see any movement for a long time, they sat on the ground and blew bulls, and some people gambled in groups with dice.

At noon, Zong Gen walked out, stood on the high platform and said loudly to everyone in the square: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jiuhua Sect thanks you for your attention to the nine-colored lotus, but this nine-colored lotus, we don't know if it was born today...... However, today I have prepared some vegetarian food, which I will send to you later. His words were sent by internal force, like a bronze bell ringing, and although there were many people in the square, they could all hear it clearly.

Someone replied loudly: "Don't bother, we have prepared dry food." Some people also asked loudly: "Great monk, we just want to see the nine-colored lotus, when will we be able to see it?" ”

Zong Gen shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The poor monk really doesn't know. If it is still missing at sunset or when the sunset dissipates, it may not be seen. When they heard this, they had hope again, and they cheered up and waited, but when they saw that the sun was gradually turning west, they began to be impatient again.

Suddenly, someone whispered: "Nan Wu Great Wish Jizo King Bodhisattva!" Donors, please come back, this nine-colored lotus is just a rumor. I saw an old monk wearing a brown robe, his eyes like electricity, and his long beard fluttering to the stage, although his voice was low, most of the people present roared in their ears.

"Who is this old monk?" The bottom was chatting chaotically, "I can't see it clearly from a distance, like the Guangjing abbot of Jiuhua Xizong, the night before yesterday, I saw him and people in Qingyang." "You're right, it's the old monk'......"

"Old bald donkey, what are you talking about? When we were three-year-olds, so coaxing?" It is the voice of the great idiot. There was a humane underneath: "Yes, why does this old monk say that it is a false rumor?" ”

"It's not that he wants to take it for himself, it's really not a good thing...... these people are afraid of the many monks in gray robes, and they just whisper.

Guangjing was secretly angry in his heart: "So many people want to compete for the nine-colored lotus, if they don't stand up, how can they be suppressed?" Thinking of shouting, "Big idiot, if you are not convinced, come to the stage." ”

"Damn, I'm still afraid of you?" The big idiot Taoist jumped up, hit one person's shoulders with his feet, and flew forward three feet; A little more, it was three feet again, and his thin body was like a butterfly, flying towards the stage, and everyone cheered loudly. The monk knew that he was not Guangjing's opponent, so he also jumped up and chased after him. When everyone saw it, they were even more excited and applauded.

On the stage, the abbot of Guangjing pointed forward with his left hand, and his right hand turned into a palm and stood up. Hundreds of Western Sect monks in the audience shouted, "Abbot God! 'Unleashed Palm' is invincible! ”

"It's almost the same as a fart palm!" The idiot Taoist let out a "bah", his feet were still in the air, his fists had already been raised above his head, and he kept drawing circles, but before he landed on the stage, his body suddenly leaned forward. It turned out that Guangjing did not point out first, but first used his right palm to make the second move of "releasing the palm", and the big idiot was moving forward, but he was pulled forward by him.

Guangjing took advantage of the instability of the big idiot, his left finger rushed out of strength, and between the flashes, the big idiot didn't have time to cast the "Sail Fist", only felt a pain in his chest and fell to the ground.

Don't be a monk frightened, drop down, hold him and call out repeatedly: "Big idiot, big idiot!" The right palm pressed on the back of the old man, and slowly sent the true qi in. The idiot frowned, his hands covered his chest, and blood kept oozing from his hands.

Zhang Qingling and the others were all shocked, pushing away the crowd and squeezing this way. Lingtong and agile also drew their long swords and gathered here, followed by Liu Zhaohui and Zhuang Zhaoxue.

"Abbot God! Abbot Kami! The monks of the Western Sect cheered loudly. Everyone in the audience waited for a long time and didn't see any movement, and they had long felt impatient, and now they finally saw the fight, but they didn't expect that the person had not yet come to the stage, and he fell to the ground with just one move, and he was disappointed, and scolded: "This old way is really useless, if I go up, I will definitely beat the old monk to heaven." ”

A person on the side said: "You just don't brag, that old Taoist just now, you and I can't catch up in my life." Another person scoffed: "Just your three-legged cat, can you still jump on stage?" Even if you can climb up and look at the appearance of the old monk, you can send you to the west with one move. ”

Some people also threw something on the stage and scolded from afar: "Why didn't you have a face, so you got off the killer?" It's so immoral! Without waiting for the gray monk-robed disciple of the Western Sect to follow the prestige, the man shrank his head and didn't know where to hide. There was chaos in the square, and at this moment, I suddenly heard someone chanting: "Nan Wu Great Wish Dizang King Bodhisattva!" ”