"So many city guards!!Do you know what's going on?"

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"Haven't you been tracking down fugitives lately!

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"Could it be that the Lu family is harboring fugitives? This is big news that has caused a sensation in the whole city!"

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"The Lu family is rich, and if they offend the government, I'm afraid it's not going to be easy!"

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"The collusion between officials and businessmen is nothing more than dog-eat-dog! We just need to watch a good show!"

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On the road leading to the north of the city, many people in the city gathered and were happily discussing.

It's not a big deal to see the excitement!

It is rare to see the bad luck of the big family, and ordinary people who have been oppressed for a long time should naturally have a good time.

Whoa!

Lin Jiuxiao, who was dressed in a long robe, took Guo Zhiyun and more than a dozen masters of the Blood Killing Palace, escorted by the guards, to the north of the city.

Seeing the onlookers, a hint of fierceness flashed in Lin Jiuxiao's eyes.

"Get rid of this bunch of garbage, lest it get in the way!"

Lin Jiuxiao was not very kind, he was afraid that he would hurt the people during the battle, he just didn't want everyone to know about it.

Once they have recaptured the roster, they must leave in secret, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.

"Get rid of people!"

Guo Zhiyun reluctantly gave an order to the guards, and the guards who received the order immediately began to drive away the crowd.

When he was about to arrive at the gate of the Lu Mansion, Cui Wenjie came up with a few officials.

"My subordinates have seen the city lord!"

"Don't come to these vains, are you sure?" Lin Jiuxiao said first.

Cui Wenjie frowned slightly, who is this sissy? He didn't even take Guo City Lord in his eyes at all! Could it be that he was a eunuch in the palace?

When he first met Lin Jiuxiao, Cui Wenjie was keenly aware of Lin Jiuxiao's strangeness.

"Tell him!" Guo Zhiyun said with a strong anger.

"Yes!"

Cui Wenjie bowed down and said, "It's been confirmed! The person your lord is looking for is Mr. Xixi, a new recruit from the Lu Mansion!"

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Song Yifei and Qian'er walked quickly into the courtyard where Miss Lu lived.

The decoration in the house is the same as in the morning, with a plum blossom screen, a few antique tables and chairs, and a few pots of elegant orchids placed in the window.

It's just one more pot of tea than in the morning, one more person.

As soon as he entered the room, before he had time to say hello to Miss Lu, Song Yifei was attracted by the extra young monks in the hall.

Ayaluo robe, monk's robe and yellow robe, skin as white as jade, posture as tall as pine, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, a smile like a Buddha in the world, transcendent outside the world.

"What a handsome monk!"

Seeing the appearance of the monk clearly, Song Yifei suddenly popped up such a sentence in his mind.

"Han is late! Don't blame Miss Lu!"

Song Yifei, who came back to his senses, first said hello to Lu Xiao behind the screen.

"Sir is polite! This is the old man I said, the senior monk of Shaolin Temple Beiluo!"

"Amitabha!"

The handsome monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha name lightly.

"Lord Lu Shi has a good reputation! I'm just an ordinary disciple of Buddhism, and I don't dare to be a monk!"

The sound is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, crisp and crisp, and the aftersound is lingering, making people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

I believe you're a ghost!

Song Yifei couldn't help but complain.

Not to mention the peerless appearance of this handsome monk, just the nine ring scars on the top of his head reveal an extraordinary status.

If the scars are not fake, the monks who can leave nine scars are generally the presiding monks of the big temples and the famous monks.

This handsome monk, who is only twenty-one or twelve years old, can leave nine ring scars on his head, is it because he is too handsome?

In other words, what kind of monk should you be so handsome! How good it is to be a cowherd and eat soft rice!

Song Yifei felt sorry for the handsome monk in his heart.

"Han Yu has seen the master!"

Regardless of whether this handsome monk was deceived by his appearance or ordered by himself, Song Yifei looked at Miss Lu's face and said hello respectfully.

Shi Beiluo did not dwell on the title, returned a Buddhist salute, and asked Song Yifei to sit down.

"I was worried about hurting the Brahman, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. ”

"If a gentleman can make such verses, he must be a profound person in Buddhism! If he can escape into the empty door, his cultivation will definitely far surpass that of a young monk!" Shi Beiluo said with a smile.

"The master praised it! The poems are just sent by feelings, I only know a little about Buddhism, where does it come from, what cultivation is profound!" Song Yifei habitually humbly.

"I have been practicing for 12 years, and I am still ignorant of Buddhism!

Song Yifei originally meant to be polite, but he didn't expect this monk to climb along the pole.

I said, do you have any misunderstanding about the word "ignorance?"

Forget it! There's no need to deal with a monk! If you're willing to put a top hat on me, I'll do it!

"The master was born in Shaolin Temple, I don't know if he has practiced Buddhist kung fu?"

Although Shi Beiluo is young, he has nine ring scars on his head, and his status in Shaolin Temple is definitely not ordinary, so he should know a lot of inside information.

In the righteous path, Shaolin is faintly known as the number one faction in the world. Song Yifei is very curious about the martial arts of Shaolin Temple.

"Martial arts is a talisman method, in order to facilitate travel around the world, the little monk does occasionally dabble!"

"What realm has the master cultivated to?"

"Not long ago, I just broke through Dacheng. The monk said in a flat tone.

Twenty-one and two's internal strength is already a genius, and he is more than ordinary compared to Song Yifei.

is not only more handsome than Lao Tzu, but also better than Lao Tzu's talent, Song Yifei is a little lemon in his heart.

"Both of you are profound people in Buddhism, let's talk about Buddhism, shall we?" said Miss Lu softly behind the screen.

Originally, Song Yifei wanted to ask more about martial arts, but since Miss Lu said so, he could only shut up.

"The little woman often looks at the Buddhist scriptures and knows that the Buddha is destined to be a person!

Miss Lu spoke softly, with three points of melancholy and three points of resentment.

Ask fate?

When I thought of the first time I met Miss Lu, the other party came up with the question.

Could it be that Miss Lu has a leg with this monk?

I didn't see it, this guy turned out to be a flower monk! But it's normal to be so handsome that it arouses the admiration of women.

Song Yifei was thinking wildly.

Shi Beiluo didn't seem to hear anything, smiled and said: "Fate, you can meet but can't ask for it, fate is like the wind, and the wind is uncertain." Cloud gathering is the edge, and the cloud dispersion is also the edge. Coming is fate, going is fate, gaining is fate, and losing is also fate. ”

"If you say it, you don't say it, do all the monks like to play meditation machines?" Miss Lu said with a smile.

Shi Beiluo didn't care, and whispered a Buddha name.

"What does Mr. Han think?" asked Miss Lu.

I know what a is?

Isn't Buddhism just for undergraduates?

Song Yifei complained in his heart, he was just a social animal in his previous life, except for going to work, he played games, and occasionally made big swords.

In his opinion, fate is money, and if you have money, I will meet you in the hotel bed. If you don't have money, I won't have a relationship, and my three children will have no blood.

Of course, he must not say this at this time, Song Yifei tried hard to recall the chicken soup for the soul that he had seen in his previous life, and was ready to fool the past.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what fate is!"

Song Yifei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Shi Beiluo smiled lightly.

Miss Lu didn't expect Song Yifei to answer like this, so she couldn't help but be silent for a while.

"What does Miss Lu think is fate?" Song Yifei asked rhetorically.

"Fate is the blessing of cultivation in the previous life, and the cultivation of five hundred lifetimes can be exchanged for the encounter in this life!

A bit of a resentful woman's potential.

"One life is only a hundred years, and five hundred lives is fifty thousand years! Miss Lu thinks that the stars in the sky have existed for many years?" Song Yifei said.

Miss Lu didn't know why Song Yifei asked this, but she still thought about it for a while, and replied seriously: "Since there have been records, there have been sun, moon and stars, let alone tens of millions of years!"

"What does the master think?"

"As the old saying goes, there are primeval, middle and ancient heaven and earth, and the lifespan is 126,500 years. It is now the middle of ancient times, and the stars, the sun and the moon should have a hundred thousand lives. Shi Beiluo said with a smile.

"Yes! 100,000 years! 100,000 years, on the mountains and rivers, how many joys and sorrows, love, hatred, hatred, fate and dispersion! We don't even know the stars that have been moving for thousands of years, how can we understand the karmic entanglements of millions of sentient beings!"

Song Yifei felt that his words were very high, and he should be able to deter the two.

Topics are such things, as long as the more you talk about them, the more you talk, the more you end up feeling that everything in the world is boring.

That's why there is a saying of "fake big empty"!

Big things are necessarily empty.

Song Yifei's style is very high, but it is actually an empty word.

However, when it came to the stars of the universe suddenly, the monk and Miss Lu were still shocked, and the room was quiet for a moment.

"Sir's words are better than ten years of study, and the little girl has been taught!"

After Song Yifei said this, Miss Lu's mood seemed to be a little more cheerful.

"Mr. Han is really a wise man!" Shi Beiluo nodded and praised.

Qian'er, who was serving tea and pouring water on the side, looked unclear.

"The Buddha's teachings are profound, even the Buddha is still not clear, we secular people, let's talk about poetry!"

Song Yifei felt that it was really nerve-wracking to memorize two Tang poems and send the two away.

"In that case, little monk...... Huh?"

Shi Beiluo, who was talking, broke through and stopped, and looked outside the hall.

An old man dressed as a servant and looked to be fifty or sixty years old ran in in a panic.

"Miss...... Outside...... Oh no...... Oh no!"

The old man looked anxious and spoke incoherently.

"Uncle Shi, don't worry, speak slowly!"

Qian'er hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man.

"The city guard rushed in from outside the gate, saying that he wanted to arrest ......"

"Han Yue is the one, if you don't want to die, get out of here!!"

A soft, loud voice came from outside the courtyard.

This voice is very familiar to Song Yifei, and he was still dreaming about it last night.

"Lin Jiuxiao!!I'm grass!!How did he find here??"

Shocked, Song Yifei's face changed drastically.

"Run!"