The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, and when Sect Master Lin and his wife were worried about their son, the Fishing Heavenly Master was also extremely worried. It's just that his sorrow is not because of Lin Mu.

Ever since the man came to the church, it seemed that everything had gone bad.

Wearing Fan Yanglia in the past, lying on the recliner and admiring the slender posture of the female sect members was the favorite thing of the Fisherman. But now that there is one more person around, this matter is not only not interesting, but has become torture.

The old man He lying next to him had white hair, white eyebrows, white clothes and white robes, and a white hosta on his head. According to the Fisherman's statement, the older he gets, the more sassy he becomes, and he doesn't look like a teacher.

But today's little lady eats this set the most. When the two of them were lying here basking in the sun, many female sect members came to ask this old man He to sign and calculate the marriage, and turned a blind eye to the fishing master next to him, who enjoyed a high status in the sect.

In the eyes of these female sect members, this immortal master who has just come to the main altar has an immortal wind and bones, and looks like a living old immortal. It's like the old man next to him, who has nothing to do all day long, wears a Fan Yang hat and pretends to be a fisherman, and is idle, saying that he is fishing, but he has no harvest all year round.

If the Fishing Heavenly Master learns their thoughts, one will be counted as one, and they will all have to be recorded in a small book, and when the apprentices come back, they will take revenge one by one.

Why don't you do it yourself? Poor Dao is a highly respected fisherman, how can he see these little dolls. It's like being very angry now, but you still have to resist the urge to beat Old Man He.

"Old man He, if you don't return to your Qin Tianjian yet, if you go back two days late, I'm afraid that your Han national fortune will be tossed by that liar. ”

The old man is He Wufang, the contemporary supervisor of Qin Tianjian, who met Yutianshi when he was young, and took the opportunity to travel the world to find old friends to meet.

"Old fisherman, don't talk about me, if you don't make any moves, I'm afraid that your closed disciple will die. ”

"Xiao Mu'er has become unparalleled, how can she be as fragile as you said, if you don't believe it, you can make a divination. ”

obviously wanted to rely on his own fortune to see the good luck of his apprentices, so he did as he wished.

He took out a few copper coins from his bosom, threw them on the ground at will, looked at them, and picked them up and put them in his arms.

Seeing the old man's grim face, the Fisherman couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Old man, what's the matter?"

Slowly spit out four words, "Danger is everywhere." ”

Although there are many dangers, as long as you can save your life, you can still accept it.

"I still fell for the tricks of your old fisherman, and you yourself are afraid of planting the cause, so you let me bear the consequences, inhuman!"

The Fisherman pretended to be stupid there, but he didn't answer He Jianzheng's words.

"You're still pretending to be stupid there, not a man!

Hey, speaking of which, I have fulfilled your wish, can you also calculate the fortune of the Han Dynasty for me?"

"Well, you thief old man, you don't want to be faceless! Poor Dao asks you to divinate hexagrams, but ask for peace of mind, but if it is involved in the fortunes of the country, the vein of Poor Dao is not enough for it to fight back. ”

"Who doesn't know, the Demon Sect Fishing Heavenly Master's methods are extremely high, and he is only a little backlash, how can he put it in your old heart?"

"If you don't speak, the older you get, the less you are. ”

"The heart has no thoughts of compassion, and the more it blows, the more ignorant it becomes. ”

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On the other side, there are finally hunters who have lost patience and can't wait to show their tracks in front of their prey.

A water mill Zen staff flew from the side, the water mill Zen staff was already extremely heavy, and the arm strength of the throwing person was superior, and the flying general seemed to be even more powerful.

The Zen staff was inserted horizontally on the road where Lin Mu and his gang were going, and the three of them stopped their horses, and they saw a group of monks pacing without hurry.

Seeing these people, the Unprecepted Mage's face turned pale, and his anger continued to brew, as if it was a depressing volcano that could erupt at any time.

The reason for this is that there is no other, and the Liuhe Temple is coming.

Seeing the reaction of the unprecepted mage, Lin Mu guessed a rough idea, and took a few closer looks, fortunately Wen Xiu Xiaohe was not in the team yet, otherwise he really didn't know how to end it.

The leading monk clasped his hands together, saluted Lin Mu and the three of them, and then said: "Master Lin, I am waiting for the monks to be invited to come, it is inevitable that I will be a little offended today, and I hope that Lord Lin will not be surprised." ”

"The master has not sneak attacked, the kid is already grateful, as for today's affairs, it is beyond your control and mine. ”

"Good, Amitabha, the donor has deep wisdom roots, and has a great relationship with my Buddhism, and the poor monks are very happy.

I don't know if you are willing to go back to the temple with me today, and take the ordination at the top of the mountain, so that you will be bound by the rules and precepts from now on, and you don't need to pay attention to this worldly noise. And, with your talents, one day you will be able to get the right results. ”

"Thank you for the master's love, I'm afraid that the kid will still be unable to give up this rolling red dust and the world of flowers. With such a pure place as Buddhism, I am afraid that there is no fate. ”

When the old monk heard this, although he was a little regretful, Lin Mu's choice was also expected.

How can a prey easily believe the good intentions of a hunter?

"Senior brother, since the unprecepted monk of Liuhe Temple has passed away, why do you have to get involved in this turmoil, go into the world, and see the various states of these beings, wouldn't it be better?"

Seeing that he couldn't convince Lin Mu, the old monk turned to persuade the unprecepted master.

"Before the poor monk falls, no one can take my apprentice from the poor monk. The unprecepted mage had a firm gaze, even if Lin Mu was involved in a big storm this time, he would pull him out.

Lin Mu's nose was sour when he said this, but at this time it was a critical time to confront others, so he suppressed this sentimentality.

"That's fine, Wen Jue, go and try the catties and taels of your unprecepted master's closed disciples. ”

Monk Wenjue and Wenxiu are the same generation, but Wenxiu mainly studies Buddhism, but Wenjue is the disciple of the first seat of the precept hall, and the monks in the temple have high hopes for both of them.

"Really?" the Unprecepted Mage glared angrily, his words not without warning.

"It's ready to fly, and I can't turn back. Senior Brother Wujie, you need to know that living in this river and lake, being weak is a sin in itself. ”

As soon as the words fell, a monk with a big waist and a round waist came quickly, lifted the water mill Zen staff on the ground with one hand, jumped into the sky, pulled out a big circle, and slapped it towards Lin Mu.

Lin Mu kicked the horse's back, jumped up, took the Mingming, held the sheath in his right hand, and held the knife in his left hand, full of knife intent.

With a knife, it is the catharsis of the rolling knife.

This style is just an ordinary can't be an ordinary drawing and slashing.

Looking at the two people in the air again, Lin Mu cut off Wen Jue's water mill Zen staff with a single sword, and a blood mark also appeared in front of Wen Jue, at this time he had already fainted, and could only fall down weakly.

Putting the knife back into its sheath and sitting back on the horse, Lin Mu looked at the leading monk, and said slowly with a calm gaze: "Master, I dare to ask for a word." ”

The old monk's eyes were glazed, and he really couldn't imagine that Wen Jue, who had been carefully cultivated in the temple, was not Lin Mu's enemy, and subconsciously responded, "What words?"

"The freedom of the strong should always be bounded by the weak. ”

The unprecepted mage who listened to it was suddenly arrogant, and he really wanted to raise his sword and move forward and make his own declaration to this heaven and earth.

The strong swing the knife to the stronger, try to share the vast world with the world!