Zhang Yan had already prepared, took back the "red oblique", backhanded, pushed, and the "red oblique" that had just returned to his palm was like a vigorous petrel, fighting the wind and waves, extremely dexterous, following the mysterious line, and flying into the monk's side.

The moment the "red slant" shot, Zhang Yan followed the person to follow the sword, chased a few zhang away behind the flying sword, and followed towards the monk.

The young monk couldn't hold back the thoughts in his heart at all, and the pestle method was scattered. Facing the "red slant" that flew close to the door, there was only time to block it indiscriminately.

There was a soft sound of "dang", and "red oblique" was knocked backwards and flew out.

Zhang Yan grabbed his right arm, and the Yin Hong flying sword that was knocked out fell into his hand "just right", and at the faster speed when it was knocked out, quietly swam towards the young monk.

"Amitabha, the inheritance of the descendants of the mountain is really extraordinary, and there are excellent successors after Fengqi's predecessors and Yunlin Dao brothers, congratulations!

When the tip of the sword was about to touch the mind of the young monk of the Great Snow Mountain, another red dot that had been under his surveillance moved. A Buddha horn woke up the young monk who was distracted.

He was in a hurry, and there was a continuous burst of treasure light around him.

Zhang Yan sighed secretly, retracted the "red oblique" and retreated.

This young monk is not easy to deal with, once he is awakened, it is not possible to kill him in three moves and two ways. Originally, he planned to try to see if the two enemies were like the monks of the Great Snow Mountain who met in the wild forest set, there was a gap between the red and yellow colors, and whether there was an opportunity to kill one person first.

Now it seems that these two people are monks who belong to the same upper seat.

Both were dressed in white monks' robes, one old and one young. The white leather robes worn by the young monks who appeared first, decorated with patterns, seem to be more luxurious than the old monks, and seem to have a higher status.

"Master Zhang, have you forgotten the old monk? I remember when you were in Cuiyu Mountain, when you lamented that your cultivation was not progressing fast, it wasn't this expression!"

The white-clothed old monk spoke slowly, and his body did not move slowly at all.

"Damn! How did I forget this man!"

This is one of the black histories left by the predecessor.

If you don't enter the divine light, you can't do it, before Jiazi left the school, it was difficult to have a chance to go down the mountain. However, there are no absolutes in the world, as long as they are appointed by the teacher, the inner door, the outer door, and even the named disciples can go down the mountain to do things.

In the past, before Zhang Yan broke through the divine light, his cultivation speed was indistinguishable from that of his second junior brother Wang Xuanji. The expectations of the master and the patriarch, and the admiration of the brothers who supported him, made him psychologically overwhelmed. When he was ordered to go to Cuiyu Mountain to collect gold and iron ore, he happened to meet this white-clothed monk.

has exactly the same face, but at that time he was not dressed as a monk, but like an ordinary old monk with a strange appearance.

Soon after they met, they gained the trust of their predecessors.

In the past ten days, Zhang Yan was relieved by him, relaxed his mood, and received a lot of guidance from him. From then on, the lock of his heart was suddenly opened, and his cultivation went all the way up, and he was finally the first to be promoted to the Divine Light Realm before the second junior brother Wang Xuanji.

Afterwards, Zhang Yan thought about it carefully and felt that something was wrong. It's just that since then, I haven't met this old monk again, and all these things have gradually faded away.

These memories are naturally not important. The little assistant instilled it in him in a flashing way, and he had a vague impression in his mind. At this time, when the old monk mentioned it, the scene of the time appeared in his heart, and the vague memory became clear.

"Damn! Why didn't I remember, this old monk clearly has the face of a snowy mountain people! This old monk should be killed!"

There is no need to elaborate on the relationship between the Great Snow Mountain Eagle Temple and the five factions of Longshan, this old monk intends to get close to his predecessor and make arrangements in advance, but he is not at ease! In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yan has already calculated seven or eight possibilities for taking advantage of the pain, threatening and luring step by step, luring and betraying information, and finally falling into the mud and having to be held hostage by others.

In all fairness, he was not very loyal to the Five Sects of Longshan and the Sect of the Mountain, and it was also impossible for him to have much affection.

However, the platform of the Mountain Sect is something he is unwilling to give up!

Not to mention how convenient it is to have a starting point that is not low, just from the time of crossing. His long-term layout and long-term goals are all based on retaining the legal identity of the original owner, and he has also made efforts to achieve this. Now, the white-clothed old monk jumped out, and with a fluttering word, he threatened his previous overall plan, and he couldn't help but feel murderous.

"It turned out to be the master! Cuiyu Mountain farewell, the disciple misses it from time to time, and I can't wait to follow the master's side and listen to the teachings!" I don't know how much I thought about it in my heart, and I can't wait to get rid of it quickly, and my appearance is not revealed at all. Zhang Yan's face was stunned at first, and then turned into surprise, and he stepped forward and said.

The body just swept forward, and as if suddenly discovered, showing a shocked and tangled face, suspended in the air: "The master is from Gasha Shamen Mountain?"

"Amitabha! What are the people from the temples of the Shasha Shamen Mountain, the Bronze Camel, the Ancient Fang, the King Kong, and the Landa? The Shamen of the world are all the people of my Buddha, worship the same Buddha, and join the Great Dao!" The old monk in white folded his hands: "When you asked me where I came from, I answered you with these words today, are you satisfied?"

"Disciple is taught!" According to the performance in his memory, Zhang Yan bowed his head and returned the salute.

"I remember that I also asked the master, what is the difference between the Taoist Buddha, I wonder if the master can teach me today?"

The white-clothed old monk's hands seemed to be bent and straight, like holding flowers in his hands, and said with an inexplicable smile: "The Buddha said: Don't say!

The young monk relieved himself, immediately used his skills to get rid of the abnormality, returned to his original normal appearance, looked at Zhang Yan, glared at him fiercely, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

"I don't know who this is?"

"This is a noble man in the monastery where I practice. Although there is great power, the practice is still insufficient. Entrusted by the monks in the temple, an old monk took him out for a walk to increase his knowledge. It's good to sharpen his temper during his travels. ”

"I see, it's time to grind!"

"You, despicable villain, plotting to harm others, are you going to fight again?"

"Only a despicable villain would sneak attack! I don't know who is secretly attacking?"

"Who attacked you!" The young monk jumped violently, "I obviously ......"

Seeing the two arguing, a smile appeared on the face of the white-clothed old monk: "Hehe, Zhang Yan has a great reputation in the past few months, and I'm still worried...... Unexpectedly, his cultivation has increased in combat power, and his mind has not changed much. Yes, Nanra is still a powerful reincarnation, and it's not ...... yet."

"Don't be noisy!" the white-clothed old monk stopped the two from arguing and began to talk to Zhang Yan.

After listening to him say a few words, Zhang Yan knew that it was indeed the routine he expected. Let's give you a little pointer on the layout. Such a degree of guidance is not dangerous to leak the exercises of the Snowy Domain Buddhism, because of the relationship between the two parties, saying it is enough to make the Shan Sect suspicious of Zhang Yan.

The most important thing is not whether Feng Yanzi and Yun Linzi will not believe Zhang Yan, but whether Zhang Yan will think that this matter will make the master and ancestor suspicious.

Then this matter was used as a handle, asking him to do a small favor and give some benefits. So the more he helped, the more he took the benefits, and finally confirmed the identity of the traitor.

The old monk in white had a faint hint in his words, which made Zhang Yan's heart cold: "Originally, I was hesitant, but now it seems that these two people can't be killed if they don't kill them!"

"It's better to blindly compromise than to draw a sword and fight, cut off the troubles, and solve them once and for all!"

"The young monk is in the realm of 'Mesoyama', but his combat effectiveness is at most comparable to Li Fazu, Wan Hongchang and others, not to mention Jindan Zhenren, even Mu Yuda is far inferior! Although the old monk in white is only a monk in the realm of 'only knowledge'. However, since he can be said to be 'protecting' the young monk to go out on a long trip, his combat strength should be above this 'Nanluo'! The monks of Gasha Shamen Mountain are not good at this, and their realm and combat strength do not want to match, and they are far inferior to the various factions in Longshan!"

"Even if he has the combat power of the Judan period and can compete with Mu Yuda for a short time, I can also give it a fight!

Calculated in his heart, Zhang burned his murderous heart. On the other hand, he talked and laughed freely, without showing any traces.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he bowed to the old monk in white and said: "There are also many Buddhist cultivators in Longshan, among which there is a man called 'Rujing', nicknamed 'Three Peerless Monks'. Siren sword, poetry, Zen, is one of the best rising stars in Longshan......"

The white-clothed old monk bowed his head lightly and said: "This person is famous, and the old man has also heard of it, but it's a pity that he is too late." ”

Zhang Yan said with a smile: "Si people were born in the Admiralty Temple on the edge of Longshan. People in the world say that the Admiralty Temple is dilapidated and narrow, and the presiding Admiralty is mediocre. Rujing's achievements today depend on his own understanding. However, I once saw a young man in the city ask Zen Master Admiralty, the master of the Mirror Monk, a few questions......"

"Oh? ”

Zhang Yan said: "The young man asked the Zen master ......"

If the white-clothed monk knew the stalk on the earth, he would definitely think: "I have a sentence MMP that I don't know if to say?" Now I have to listen to what "young people ask Zen masters".

"Zen Master" "Zen" ...... Finally, it is not yet time for the poor dagger to be seen, and the character in front of Zhang Yan must be maintained. The white-clothed old monk clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and smiled silently.

Respond to all changes with the same, no matter what Zhang Yan says, whether it is foul language or scolding, as long as he always maintains an unfathomable and profound smile, no one can find fault with him. That's the benefit of Dharma!

The richly dressed young man in monk costume was hostile on the one hand, but he was full of interest on the other, as if he wanted to hear what Longshan's counterparts could say.

One is unfathomable, the other is interested.

Although the story in Zhang Yan's mouth is not very subtle, it is still fresh to the two of them.

The white-clothed old monk said in his heart: "This son is indeed devoted to my Buddha, but it is a pity that he is too deeply influenced by foreign Taoism." If you put in a little more effort, you may be able to lead him to the right path. "There is a little bit of sincerity in my heart that I want to take Zhang Yan in.

"Ha!" The young monk reacted completely differently, rolled his eyes, and directly sneered: "The monks of Longshan are nothing more than that!"

"There is something Buddhist about this story. The old monk in white reprimanded him.

Zhang Yan sneered in his heart: "Where is this?"

Under the old monk's signal, he remained silent and continued.