The down-and-out scholar carefully rolled up the painting, put it back in his sleeve, he glanced at the front and back halls of Famen Temple, and said slowly: "The houses of your temple, I don't know how much silver it takes to build. ”

The abbot of Tianhong couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw that the down-and-out scholar didn't answer the question, "I don't know what the donor inquired about the architectural value of this temple?"

Abbot Tianhong listened to the words of the down-and-out scholar, and couldn't help but be shocked, and a chill suddenly appeared on his face: "Amitabha, doesn't the donor want the property of our temple and the silver money equal to the lives of three thousand disciples to buy your painting?"

The down-and-out scholar smiled slightly, and then nodded: "The great monk is smart, and he guesses eight or nine or ten." Mo Dao heard the words of the down-and-out scholar, and couldn't help but get anxious: "Senior, what you said is a bit arrogant, it's just an ordinary painting, and you still want to sell it for a sky-high price?"

When the other monks in the courtyard heard the down-and-out scholar say this, their faces were also filled with anger, and they looked at the down-and-out scholar coldly.

Abbot Tianhong couldn't help but be angry at this moment, and said to the down-and-out scholar in a cold tone: "Donor, if you want to come to my Famen Temple today to blackmail, I'm afraid it's the wrong idea." ”

Listening to Abbot Tianhong's words, the down-and-out scholar didn't react much: "Great monk, scholar, I came today, but I may not have the intention of blackmailing." "In that case, what does it mean that a painting of the donor wants to buy the property of the temple and the lives of three thousand disciples?" said Abbot Tianhong with a raised eyebrow.

The down-and-out scholar looked at him, sneered, and asked the abbot of Tianhong: "Great monk, let me ask you, if this painting can protect the foundation of your temple and the lives of three thousand monks, then what value should this painting have?"

Listening to the words of the down-and-out scholar, including Mo Dao, everyone was taken aback, and the abbot of Tianhong snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Donor, although this temple has recently produced a terrifying white practice, but I can't deal with the person who hangs white practice, is it not that without this painting of the donor, the temple will fall apart?"

"It seems that the great monk still doesn't know the seriousness of this crisis, so the scholar should have never been here today, so take care of the great monk. After that, the down-and-out scholar turned around and was about to leave, "Donor, stay behind." Abbot Tianhong suddenly stopped the down-and-out scholar.

The down-and-out scholar frowned: "What does the down-and-out scholar mean by this?" "The donor's painting can really prevent this catastrophe for the temple?"

"Although the great monk can rest assured, Bi Mou is here, if he can't stop this catastrophe, then won't Bi Mou also be buried here?" The down-and-out scholar said loudly, and the abbot of Tianhong thought about it, and what the down-and-out scholar said also made some sense, so he said: "The donor's painting, even if it can prevent this catastrophe for the temple, but the temple can't afford the selling price of this painting." ”

After the down-and-out scholar bowed his head and groaned slightly, he looked at the abbot of Tianhong and said: "Well, the words of the great monk are true, in this case, if you sincerely want to buy this painting to ward off the disaster, there is a cheap way to trade below." "I don't know how?" asked Abbot Tianhong with an eyebrow.

"Take the forty-two chapters of the Dharma Sutra of your temple in exchange, and I am willing to tie this incense fate. The down-and-out scholar smiled slightly, "The donor doesn't know, this Dharma Sutra is the treasure of the Famen Temple, if you just exchange a painting with the donor, I'm afraid you will be ashamed of the abbot of the Famen Temple." Abbot Tianhong clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

The old monk of Tiantai, who was standing on the side, also snorted coldly: "If the donor wants to deceive the treasure of the temple with this painting, I am afraid that he has made a mistake. ”

The old monk Tiantai paused and continued: "If the donor blindly makes a fuss and is entangled, then don't blame the monks for issuing an eviction order. The down-and-out scholar sneered, and then said: "Although I am down, I have never been driven out, and the great monk is never reluctant to buy or not, but the business is not benevolent, why shout here, don't you lose your identity." ”

Just as the two were talking, suddenly two little monks led a pair of young men and women to walk in, only to see that the young men and women were wearing green shirts, and there was a treasure knife hanging from their waists, looking at the patterns on the clothes, they should be disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

The two little monks came to the front of the abbot of Tianhong, bowed with their palms together and said: "Liu Huan, the deputy pavilion master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, ordered the two disciples to come and ask for a meeting. ”

"Go down first. The abbot of Tianhong waved his hand, and then looked at the two disciples of the Tiandao Pavilion, but they were talented and beautiful, and the pair of disciples of the Tiandao Pavilion hurriedly saluted the abbot of Tianhong, and said to the abbot of Tianhong: "The junior Jiezhenzi and the junior sister Jieqingzi came on the order of the master to meet the abbot of Tianhong!"

"Hurry up, I don't know if it's okay for the Lord of the Liu Pavilion to come in?" "Back to the abbot, the family teacher has been in good health recently, but the Heavenly Sword Pavilion has been in some trouble recently, and this is a letter from the family teacher that I asked me to send." Jie Sadako said and handed Abbot Tianhong a letter.

The abbot of Tianhong immediately opened the letter and looked at it, and couldn't help frowning, what was said in this letter was the strange Bai Lian, and the major altars of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion had also received strange Bai Lian, and what was written on it was the same as the Bai Lian received by Famen Temple, which made the people of Tiandao Pavilion panic.

Mo Dao looked at Jie Qingzi, this Jie Qingzi's eyes were like water, wearing a Qingjuan cloak, a melon seed face, with a cherry mouth, a straight Yao nose, under the beautiful willow eyebrows, a moment of autumn water-like eyes, coupled with the slender body, it looked more and more beautiful and vulgar, like a fairy from Guanghan, and he was mortal.

Seeing Mo Dao staring at his junior sister without blinking, Jie Zhenzi couldn't help but feel annoyed, but he didn't have a seizure, he just glared at Mo Dao fiercely, but Mo Dao continued to stare at Jie Qingzi as if he didn't see his eyes.

That day, Abbot Hong put away the letter and said to Jie Zhenzi: "It seems that the Heavenly Sword Pavilion has also received this strange Bai Lian, I can't hide it, my Famen Temple also received Bai Lian, and there is a killing word written by cinnabar outside the door." Abbot Tianhong sighed.

"Even Famen Temple has received Bai Lian?" Jie Zhenzi said in disbelief, Abbot Tianhong nodded, it was a tacit acquiescence, and it was quiet for a while, at this time, the down-and-out scholar suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "The great monk has thought about it, whether to change this temple painting or not?"

"The donor asked the guest room to rest first, and I discussed it with the elders in the temple and replied to the donor. Abbot Tianhong sighed for a moment and said, "Okay, the great monk, please." The down-and-out scholar nodded and said, and soon a monk led the down-and-out scholar to the guest room.

"Please come with the old man as well, let's go to the meditation room to discuss. Abbot Tianhong made a gesture of please, and then took the brothers and sisters of Jie Zhenzi to the meditation room, Mo Dao also followed them in, and after sitting down, Abbot Tianhong spoke first: "Everyone, now that this white practice has arrived, there is a killing word written by Zhu pen at the door of my Famen Temple, and it seems that this catastrophe may be inevitable." ”

"The abbot found that the two of us are willing to share our worries and solve problems for Famen Temple. Jie Zhenzi clenched his fists and said, but the abbot of Tianhong shook his head: "The old man knows that the two of them are young knights, but this immediate danger, I'm afraid that we can't solve it. ”

Najie Sadako was shocked: "The empty senior returned last night, where is the empty senior now, the two of us should see each other." Abbot Tianhong shook his head: "Neither the ancestor nor I expected that this killing word would come so quickly, so the ancestor had already left yesterday to find this person who hung Bai Lian." ”

Abbot Tianhong and Senior Brother and Sister Jie Zhenzi chatted for a long time, and suddenly a little monk broke in covered in blood: "The head abbot is not good, that masked man is here again!" Everyone changed their faces, and Jie Zhenzi didn't know the power of the masked man, but Mo Dao did resist the masked man's blow, and he was still afraid of the masked man's strength.

Out of the meditation room and into the temple, Mo Dao saw several old monks of the Tianzi generation surrounding a masked man, but this masked man did not seem to be the same person as before, because the figure was a masked man than before, a few points taller, and the body seemed to be a little larger, Mo Dao could see this, and the rest of the monks could also see it.

The masked man also held the two strange blades, a jade paddle in his left hand and a strange pen in his right hand, "It seems that Your Excellency is the one who hangs Bai Lian?" Abbot Tianhong looked at the monks who fell to the ground around him, and said to the masked man, the masked man did not answer, but only nodded slightly, which was regarded as agreeing to Abbot Tianhong's question.

I saw the masked man holding a strange pen and writing on the jade auction: Do you send the bald donkey temple to death one by one, or do you come up together to send you to death?

Abbot Tianhong snorted coldly: "Your Excellency is too arrogant, Tianhong is not talented, and he is willing to try your Excellency's tricks." Mo Dao grabbed Abbot Tianhong: "Abbot, let's let Mo Dao try first." "Master Mo, you can't go up!" said Abbot Tianhong with a resolute expression.

"It's okay, although the abbot can rest assured, Mo Dao has his own measure. Saying that, Mo Dao strode over, and the masked man glanced at Mo Dao, a little strange, after all, Mo Dao now has a short layer of hair on his scalp, and he can't tell whether he is a monk of Famen Temple or not.

"Come on, if you have any moves, go ahead. Mo Dao said lightly, the masked man nodded, and then pointed out a stroke at Mo Dao, this stroke was sharp, the abbot of Tianhong glanced at this stroke, his eyes couldn't help flashing, he saw the power of this stroke at a glance, and hurriedly reminded: "Master Mo Shi be careful!"

Mo Dao naturally knew that this stroke was powerful, a little more powerful than the previous masked man, Mo Dao hurriedly waved his right hand, and greeted him with a spirit sword, the pen and sword intersected, and a majestic momentum was stimulated, and the surrounding monks hurriedly took a few steps back to avoid this overflowing momentum.