At this time, along with the monks of Chongsheng Temple, there were four monks and two female disciples of the Baihuamen.

Although these six people came as servants, the four officials in front of the prime minister's door, all of them who walked with such peerless masters were also extraordinary, at least they were also cultivators in the late stage of the innate realm.

"Senior brother, senior brother fought with them!"

"Senior sister, junior sister, up, up!"

Seeing that the abbot and their door chief were desperate, at this time, these monks and the two disciples of the Baihuamen did not want to watch the excitement here, and they pulled out their swords one after another, some pulled out the ring knife, and some shook their palms, intending to go up and fight with Chongzhen and them.

But only one of the four monks was indifferent.

The monk's Dharma name is Meditation.

Jing Xiu is the outstanding disciple of the younger generation of Jing Zi disciples, only in his 30s this year, and like the other three disciples, he has special skills in kung fu, so he was selected by the abbot and the Grand Master of Guang'an to take him out of the temple.

His martial arts cultivation is the innate 8-layer realm, and one more layer will reach the innate perfection realm.

The meditation monk watched these people fight indifferently, and even showed disdain on his face, and the other three junior disciples rushed forward one after another to fight hard, but he didn't seem to see it.

"Senior Brother Meditation, what's wrong with you?"

A monk named Jing Xuan, seeing that something was wrong with him, stopped and asked.

"Humph!" Jing Xiu snorted coldly, and suddenly burst out laughing, and this laughter was extremely penetrating, shaking the air around him.

With such a magical laughter, even Chongzhen was shocked, which shows how deep the internal strength of the person who laughs.

Abbot Guanghui, Master Guang'an, Zen Master Yilong, and the Fairy of Baihuamen also stopped their moves, looking for prestige with doubts on their faces.

When they found out that it was their disciples who were meditating two generations apart, and that this monk should be a disciple's grandchild, their faces all showed displeasure.

When has this been? are all working hard, for the sake of Chongsheng Temple, including the three of Baihuamen, they also gave up their lives, not only did you come to help, but you were still giggling there?

But Jing Xiu is usually not such a person, he is young and sensible, diligent in his work, respects the old and loves the young, and his martial arts are also high, and his progress is fast, among the brothers of the Jing Zi generation, he is outstanding.

It is because of the fact that this disciple is expected to grow as soon as possible and has a future, if this monk practices for several more decades, the future is limitless, so the abbot discussed with the monk Guang'an and chose him.

Bringing him out is to let him experience experience, this time it is a rare opportunity to meet Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty, I want him to see the world.

But I didn't expect this monk to be so disdainful?

Including Yilong Zen Master, we can't take down Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty after fighting for so long, how dare you laugh there?

Yilong Zen Master can't come over to teach you a lesson.

At this time, the senior brother Jingxuan and the other monks were all stunned, because this monk called Jingxiu, his voice suddenly changed and he became very old.

It doesn't look like the voice of a monk in his 30s at all.

"Huh? Meditation brother, you ......."

Jingxuan and several other monks also looked at the meditation in puzzlement, and at this time, Abbot Guanghui and Master Guang'an were also a little puzzled, because they also heard it, how did the voice of the meditation change?

Looking at this monk called meditation again, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he pointed at the old monks of Chongsheng Temple and reprimanded: "Guanghui, Guang'an, Yilong, the face of Chongsheng Temple, let you all lose it!"

This little monk called Meditation actually taught these three old monks, which no one expected.

Abbot Guanghui and Master Guang'an glanced at each other, could it be that the retreat was crazy, and he actually talked to us like this?

"Presumptuous!" Zen Master Yilong couldn't suppress the fire at first, "Meditation, have you forgotten your identity and status? Who are you talking to?"

A grandchild monk dared to talk to these old monks like this, this is simply a petty offense.

No wonder the No. 3 figure in Chongsheng Temple is so furious.

Zen Master Yilong glared at the monk with an angry gaze.

Look at the eyes of the meditation that glow unusually brightly, like two bright lights in the dark.

"Amitabha," Master Guanghui, the abbot at this time, recited the Buddha's name, his brows furrowed, "You're not meditating?"

"Who the hell are you?" At this time, Master Guang'an also saw the clue, and this person was by no means a meditation.

His laughter just now, looking at his eyes, a person with an 8th layer cultivation of the True Qi Realm, it is impossible to have such momentum and gaze, this is clearly a person with unfathomable internal strength, Abbot Guanghui and Grand Master Guang'an did not see through his cultivation.

Rather, it is the cultivation of a meditation monk, which is the innate 8 layers, which they all know.

At this time, Chongzhen also saw the clue, his mind was clear, and he knew the reason in an instant, oh, it turned out that this was the sweeping monk of Chongsheng Temple.

However, Chongzhen's face was still light-hearted, watching these monks tossing here.

At this time, the seven Jinyi Guard masters also stopped.

White Lotus and White Chrysanthemum have been rescued by Lu Xiaofeng and Li Moran, and they have taken pills for them through pushing gong to heal their injuries, and their injuries are no longer serious.

It's just that they have internal injuries, and it will take time for them to fully recover.

Including Wang Chengen, and 7 beautiful women in brocade clothes stood by Chongzhen's side, quietly watching the changes in the situation.

Now the eyes of everyone present are focused on this young monk in his 30s.

I saw that Jing Xiu covered his face with one hand, starting from the root of his left ear, and in the stunned gaze of everyone, he slowly peeled off a face.

Only then did he reveal his true colors, but everyone was even more stupid.

This is a young monk, clearly an old monk in his twilight years.

The face was still scrawny.

But the eyebrows and beards are all snow-white, and they look older than the abbot Guanghui monk. The body is on the thin side, slightly hunchbacked.

"Are you a monk of Wuwei?"

At this time, Abbot Guanghui and Master Guang'an, including Master Yilong, all recognized him.

This old monk is called Wuwei, he is a master in the kitchen, and he doesn't know how long he has been working in the kitchen and in the fields in the temple, during which he has not gone anywhere and has no social relations with anyone.

The monks in the temple all know that the monk Wuwei is a strange person, and he has the strongest qualifications in the kitchen, and even in the whole temple, including the abbot, they don't know how old Wuwei is.

But it is completely different from the masters in other kitchens, who are all wide and fat, while Wuwei is relatively thin.

In the kitchen, there is a fire, cooking, chopping wood, fetching water, sweeping the floor, planting vegetables, and picking dung...... Anyway, he does all the dirty work and the vegetable field work.

Two years ago, the abbot and Master Guang'an saw that this old monk was so old and still doing this, and they couldn't bear it, so they let him concentrate on chanting the scriptures and care for the elderly, and didn't have to care about anything, and planned to send two little monks to serve him.

As a result, all of them were rejected by the old monk, who was very stubborn, didn't talk much, and just worked all day long.

I didn't expect him to come here today?