Broken temple.

The temple was already dusty, Tang Qian went down with a sword, and the coffin was nailed through, but it was not broken, just two more big holes, but the stone slab under the coffin was smashed by Tang Qian's sword like a broken iron piece.

Tang Qian immediately lifted the coffin board, the iron sword was still inside, and inserted it into the bottom plate of the coffin, but after opening the coffin, there was no one inside.

And who was the person who had just knocked on the coffin?

Xia Yubing also wanted to ask this question, she suddenly found that after experiencing some things, some strange things that she should have been afraid of are no longer strange.

"Who is inside?" Xia Yubing asked the person who had just made a move and responded to Tang Qian's coffin.

"It was supposed to be a monk inside, but now there is not even a single hair. Tang Qian answered another question, and then he smiled: "I forgot, the monk didn't have any hair on his head." ”

Tang Qian's hand fished out of it, and what he grabbed out was a dirty and broken straw sandal, and there were some purple-black things on the shoe, which seemed to be left on the shoe after the blood coagulated.

"You may not believe it, although our lifelong master is named Pu Shengsheng, but he doesn't like prostitution at all, but likes to kill, likes to kill bad people, and likes to kill bad monsters, he has always felt that it is really troublesome to ignite others according to their so-called Buddhism, so it is better to kill them with a knife to be more enjoyable......" Tang Qian said with a flying eyebrow, as if this Pu Shengsheng was in front of them, and he was introducing his good friend, and introducing such a friend would make Tang Qian very proud:" You may not know that this monk is not only not old, but also a young little monk, even if he is a young monk, he can still be called a beautiful man even if he is bald, even if the name is a little worse, but he is handsome. ”

"The master of his life doesn't need to prostitute, he just goes out for a walk is poured by countless fairies, plus he likes to kill people happily, a knife to kill all the wicked people in the world, it is even more heroic, you see the blood on this shoe, it is a heroic story that can be sung and cried......"

No matter how Xia Yubing listens, this is not just praising a person, it is more like talking back, but Tang Qian's flowery words are high-sounding, and it seems that recording it is the latest story of a storyteller.

"Ahem. A weak, old voice cleared its throat, or perhaps feeling a little embarrassed.

There was a chattering Tang Qian in the room, and Xia Yubing and Zhou Sheng didn't clear their throats.

"Tang Qian, why don't you arrange me anymore, there are still two benefactors here. And it's not that I said that my lay family name and the Dharma name of the current Buddhist family cannot be said together. The voice was the same again, but this time Xia Yubing heard it clearly, and the voice came from the shoes.

"When did all the monks like to talk about Buddhism in their shoes?" Tang Qian sneered.

"When the monks are not high. The voice in the straw sandals was also laughing, but it was a wry smile.

A speck of dust came out of the shoe.

"It" is coming out.

Then "it" climbed to the back of the shoe as if it was going over a mountain: "Can you put my golden bowl down and talk about something else?"

There was no golden bowl here, and all Tang Qian was holding in his hand was dirty, torn straw sandals with blood stains.

Tang Qian didn't listen to the dust, but dusted off his shoes as if cleaning the dust, and the dust fell directly to the ground with a wail, and then Xia Yubing, who had been watching, only felt a flash of golden light in front of him, and then there was an extra monk in front of him wearing an almost spotless white robe, this monk's face was very red, and even a little purple, with his eyes closed, he didn't look particularly vicious, and he didn't have a ring knife around him, but even Xia Yubing, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, thinks more about the arrest of case-handling martial arts all day long, and sees this young monk has a heart-warming feeling。

He's really good-looking, no matter how you look at it.

"Under is a wild monk who has no heel and no temple home, there is a Dharma name called life, and Tang Qian is right, I am a monk, I should not be a monk, and the common family name under is indeed the surname Pu. When the monk spoke, he had a pleasant face and a smile, although he closed his eyes, he always gave Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing a kind of monk who looked at them sincerely, and then said these words.

This made the two of them have a strange idea, this is probably a high-ranking monk, but why does this high-ranking monk have such a friend as Tang Qian who seems to be really unreliable.

Tang Qian likes to run away very much, and he doesn't like to face the enemy directly, and sometimes he always jokes about Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing.

Xia Yubing could naturally see that Tang Qian could win against the previous mountain mover, and it would not be difficult to win, but he didn't fight, and his proficiency in escaping was simply outrageous.

"And I was a monk in vain, and I couldn't help but be tempted to drink the blood rice porridge, but I am not the destined person, the aura of the whole body has been retrograde, and now it is all up to the cultivation of the body and the mercy of my Buddha to hang my life, I don't believe in the Dharma and the Dharma saves me, I am really ashamed, Tang Qian is trying to find a way to solve this problem. The lifelong monk explained, and his voice was very gentle.

"Tang Qian didn't tell us anything. Xia Yubing's words were also very peaceful, and Tang Qian only scratched his head on the side.

"There are a lot of warlocks gathered here, as well as monks who have Taoism, just because there are rumors that a 'rice pot' will be born here, which is the proof of 'pot rice walking' in the world. And the 'pot of rice' are those who cook porridge for people to drink. The lifelong monk sighed: "The two donors are estimated to have been asked by Tang Qian to help, but I can't see it now, my mind is still there, but I haven't found out which of the two is a cultivator, could it be that he is a senior master?"

"No, it's just a woman with a good memory and a half-year-old child. Tang Qian said. "You should be in your broken shoes. ”

"It's not a shoe, it's a golden bowl. The lifelong monk said, "I should have been there, but another person was there." ”

Tang Qian asked, "Was there really someone lying in the coffin just now?"

This is a nonsense, because obviously someone responded to Tang Qian and also knocked the coffin three times, but this is not a nonsense, and there was no one inside after the coffin was opened.

"The man who came was very powerful, and I had no way to deal with him now, so I hurriedly put myself in the gold bowl, and the gold bowl became shoes again. The lifelong monk waved his hand, and the golden light of the broken straw shoes in Tang Qian's hand flashed and disappeared into the snow-white sleeves of the lifelong monk. "And that guy was just trying to deal with you. ”

"He just disguised himself as you and lay here?" Tang Qian asked.

"Yes. ”

"Didn't he wear the straw sandals you put in it?"

"Yes, he thought I left it. ”

"Isn't it a bad feeling to be stepped on, you can tell me, I will never tell people that you have been stepped on. Tang Qian's words made the entire ruined temple surprisingly quiet.