"Ahh

The old monk looked at Lu Feng with a cloudy gaze for a long time, and then said slowly: "It turns out that the master is."

I don't know what the Guru Dharma number is? ”

"Eternal Truth."

Lu Feng said.

"Yongzhen?"

The old and frail red-robed monk seemed to be very afraid of the cold, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick blanket, which looked like a dehydrated quail, and his red clothes were only reflected in the moment when he opened the blanket to speak, and after saying that, he put the blanket back on himself.

Hearing Lu Feng's Dharma name, he didn't mean to introduce himself, but said slowly: "I don't know who the great monk who is leading the team this time, Master Yongzhen?" ”

As he spoke, Zhiyuan and Zhi'an had already approached Lu Feng, and the two of them did not use the Dharma Protector, so they lowered Lu Feng plainly, but they didn't care about it now.

But Lu Feng still saw the two of them, and took the initiative to say: "We are led by my teacher, Elder Mingli, these two are the two monks of the Discipline Academy, this is Zhiyuan, and this is Zhi'an.

The two monks, with pure Buddhism and strict precepts, are in charge of the affairs of this place and lead the horse team. ”

When the second monk heard this, he smiled at the same time and said, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

Monk Zhiyuan pointed to Lu Feng and said: "This Yongzhen monk is the first seat of our precept academy, the disciple of the Elder Mingli.

Who are you? Why are you here?

When you see a Buddhist monk, how can you not get off the horse? Is it not to respect the Buddha? Or have you never had the heart to worship the Buddha? ”

When Zhiyuan monk said this, his eyes widened, and the trickery on his body washed over and over the horses of these people, bluffing these people immediately rolled off the horses, lying on the ground and constantly kowtowing, so that the red-clothed monk was not affected, and the horses under his seat should also be a protector god.

When the red-clothed monk heard that it was the apprentice of the first Elder Mingli of the Discipline Academy, he just folded his hands and said, "It turns out that he is the disciple of Elder Mingli, don't blame the monk."

We are the people of the Garing family, the Garing Master.

When Master Kaling was playing hexagrams yesterday, he had a premonition that a messenger from the Buddha was coming from the southeast, so he specially asked us to come day and night to greet the Buddha's people.

I didn't expect it to be the first seat of the Discipline Academy to come in person. ”

However, when asked about Elder Mingli, Lu Feng bluntly said that his "deity master" left the team with a large group of people and horses to find the news brought by the wind horse, the old monk smashed his mouth and asked if he was here to wait for Elder Mingli to come back, Lu Feng said no, my master will wait for us in the manor of Lord Ganing, so, the old monk asked them if they could act now, leave, and hurry overnight before dawn to rush to the next village.

"It is the time when the gods of the wasteland rest, and the Bodhisattva will bless us."

The red-clad monk said.

Lu Feng glanced at Zhiyuan and Zhi'an, and both of them said that they would act according to Lu Feng's words.

"Yongzhen, according to your words, neither of us is indispensable."

The second monk said.

Originally, they were quite convinced of Lu Feng, who practiced the six-character Great Ming Mantra, not to mention that just now, Lu Feng had detected the attack of "Shengfan" before everyone, how could they not believe that Lu Feng was the one who was blessed by the Bodhisattva?

As a disciple of Elder Mingli, Yongzhen Monk must be a natural Buddha with the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and he is a person who was born to be a monk.

Sensing the attitude of the two monks towards Lu Feng, the old monk squinted his eyes slightly, did not say anything, did not urge, just wrapped his blanket tightly, and waited for them to negotiate a charter.

Lu Fengyan said that since this is the case, then he will act again this afternoon. He had to be cleansed, bathed, worshiped and worshipped the Buddha in the morning, the old monk folded his hands and motioned his knights to enter the Ula station to repair, and he had no complaints about Lu Feng's choice.

"Oh, you chaba, do according to this.

Do not disobey the will of the Guru. ”

Those kneeling on the ground did not dare to say anything, they got up and led the horses, and wanted to enter the Ula station, but the Zhiyuan monk stopped them and told them to camp outside the Ula station.

The warriors looked at the red-robed master, who continued, "According to the wishes of the masters, they are stationed outside. ”

Lu Feng saw these situations, took these things in his eyes and heart, and never took care of them or said much.

Lu Feng politely asked the red-clothed monk what his identity was, and the red-clothed monk said that his name was "Master Longgen", and he was a monk supported by the Kaling family, chanting sutras, making hexagrams, praying for blessings, and divination for the Kaling family every day.

This is another ecology of monks, they do not choose to enter a big temple like the Endless White Pagoda Temple and start from learning the scriptures, but choose to become the scripture master of the lord of the manor and work for the lord of the manor.

It's just that under normal circumstances, being supported by the lord of the manor also means that he has been tied to the lord of the manor all his life, and some brutal manor owners will cut off his tongue, gouge out his eyes, and cut off his heels because the monks supported by his family do not listen to and do not listen to them.

If you can't become a red-clothed monk, there is no difference between working in the temple and working for the lord of the manor in that life, and even if some monks can please the lord of the manor, they don't have to do all the hard work, and they can live like a person by telling jokes to the lord of the manor.

Looking at this man with half-open eyes and a sluggish expression, Lu Feng always had a feeling that this Dragon Root Master was extremely not simple.

This is an indescribable feeling, Lu Feng believes in his own feelings, his heart is as clean as his body at the moment, and he can reflect a lot of brilliance that he has never discovered. Since he felt that Guru Longgen was not simple, then there must be something wrong with this monk of the Kalin family who came to greet them.

However, he didn't say anything, but after he went back, he told the two monks about these things, and the two monks glanced at each other, and did not dare to take Lu Feng's words as a deaf ear, but they couldn't see how Monk Longgen acted - there was no trickery on his body, and he didn't see him move, he just twisted a long string of prayer beads between his hands.

After going back, Lu Feng also began to check the casualties this time, and found that several dead attendant monks were killed by Shengfan's random arrows, and they could not be saved.

When he saw Lu Feng and the others walk in, Master Longgen also held the Buddha beads in his hand, silently recited the mantra, and silently prayed for the monks who had just died here - even if Lu Feng found it very early, there were still monks who were shot by Shengfan's arrows and poisoned by the poison that Shengfan put on the arrows.

Their bodies were all piled up together, waiting for Lu Feng to recite before being cremated, and as for the other two red-clothed monks, they also had their own tasks, they would use the blood-stained arrows and weapons to curse the lives that died at their hands or never died at their hands.

Curse the demon gods to take their lives and kill their souls, a ritual that monks on both sides perform after every great battle.

No exceptions.