"Tianhong, in the past two days, I have sent more disciples around, and if there is any situation, I should find a way to deal with it in advance. "Tianhong respectfully obeys the decree of the ancestor!" said the abbot Tianhong with his hands together, nodded emptily, and then instructed the abbot Tianhong a few words, and then left the Famen Temple directly.

After Mo Dao finished eating, Abbot Tianhong called him to the meditation room: "Master Mo, I'm afraid Famen Temple is not peaceful these days, please be more careful!" "Abbot rest assured, Mo Dao will take care of himself, but who sent this Bai Lian?" Mo Dao said the question in his heart.

"The person who posted Bai Lian was extremely strange, and even the disciples at the gate didn't find out when this Bai Lian was posted. Abbot Tianhong shook his head and sighed, "Then I can only pay attention to it now to see if there is a word of killing written by cinnabar at the door." Mo Dao thought for a while and said.

"Master Mo, I called you over now because I have something to ask for. The abbot of Tianhong looked embarrassed, "The abbot has something to do, but it doesn't hurt to say it." "Alas, I'm ashamed to say that although I have been taking refuge in Buddhism for decades, there are still worldly things that are difficult to let go. Abbot Tianhong sighed again.

After Abbot Tianhong finished speaking, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Mo Dao: "Master Mo, if Famen Temple can't escape this catastrophe, please hand over this letter to a girl named Wen Ling." ”

"I don't know what the relationship between this Wen Ling and the abbot?" Mo Dao asked tentatively, "Alas, it's just a worldly concern, I made a mistake back then, so I had her, and then I heard that her mother was sick and died, and I went to look for her, but I couldn't find her anymore." Abbot Tianhong sighed with emotion.

"Is this the abbot's daughter?" Mo Dao was taken aback, but he didn't expect that the old abbot, who had always been highly respected, actually had a daughter, Abbot Tianhong nodded, and then said: "Let Lord Mo Shi see and smile, the little girl has a plum blossom-shaped birthmark behind her ear, and please pay more attention to Lord Mo Shi at that time." ”

"Although the abbot can rest assured, Mo Dao will definitely not say anything about this matter, and as for the recent catastrophe of Famen Temple, it will definitely be solved. Mo Dao persuaded Abbot Tianhong a few words, and the two chatted for a while, and Mo Dao went back to the room.

After returning to the room, Mo Dao began to practice the Liuhe swordsmanship again, and it took a night for Mo Dao to finally practice this set of swordsmanship, and at this time, Dongfang had already revealed the white of the fish's belly.

Mo Dao walked out of the guest room, intending to go out to find saliva to drink, but suddenly heard the sound of a monk shouting, Mo Dao found that it was from the temple gate, so he hurriedly ran over, and it was the little monk who was guarding the door, Mo Dao hurriedly stopped him: "What's the matter, what are you running in a panic?"

The little monk looked anxious: "There is a killing word written by cinnabar at the door!" After speaking, the little monk shouted and ran to the temple, listening to the little monk say this, Mo Dao didn't care about finding water to drink, and hurriedly ran towards the temple gate, sure enough, on the wall at the entrance of the temple, there was a big red circle, and there was a murderous killing word written in the circle.

It seems that Bai Lian's words are going to come true, I am afraid that the abbot of Tianhong also has an ominous premonition, after all, the matter is not serious, and he will not deliberately run back when he is empty, thinking of this, Mo Dao also hurriedly walked to the temple.

When he arrived in the meditation room, Mo Dao found that almost all the monks of Famen Temple were there, and Abbot Tianhong instructed his disciples to disperse around the temple, and once a suspicious person approached, immediately report to the temple, "Master Mo, do you want to leave Famen Temple first." Abbot Tianhong sighed at Mo Dao and said.

"What does the abbot mean by this, Mo Dao is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Mo Dao said awe-inspiringly, "The old man doesn't mean this, he just doesn't want to affect the donor, and the letter handed over to the donor yesterday hopes that the donor can deliver it." Abbot Tianhong continued.

"Abbot, no matter what, I will not abandon the Famen Temple. Seeing that Mo Dao said resolutely, the abbot of Tianhong shook his head and sighed: "Since this is the case, the donor can only ask for more blessings, but the traitor of our temple caused a trouble. ”

Mo Dao laughed loudly: "Although the abbot is relieved, Mo Dao will never blame others for the path he has chosen. "Alas, Lord Mo Shi's chivalrous courage, the old man really admires it!" Tianhong Abbot sighed again and again, and the two of them chatted for a few more words, and a disciple ran in.

"Yuan Jue, why are you so flustered, what's wrong?" Abbot Tianhong asked with a serious face, "Back to Abbot, someone broke in." Yuan Jue replied honestly, "Do you see who it is?" Abbot Tianhong stroked his beard and asked, "It looks like a scholar." Yuan Jue thought for a while and said.

"Scholar?" Mo Dao and Abbot Tianhong said at the same time, "Where did this scholar come from?" Mo Dao muttered to himself, "That scholar said that he could prevent this catastrophe for Famen Temple." Yuan Jue continued, "What, quickly invite someone in!" Abbot Tianhong hurriedly said.

After speaking, the abbot of Tianhong walked out with Mo Dao, and when he was about to walk to the gate of the temple, Mo Dao saw a scholar dressed in poor sour, walking in with a scroll in his sleeve, next to him were several disciples of Famen Temple, the scholar was about fifty or so, his robe was fluttering, and his demeanor was very leisurely.

When the scholar saw the abbot of Tianhong, he bowed his hand to the group of monks, and laughed: "The down-and-out scholar has been poor all his life, and he is not welcome anywhere. ”

Hearing the words of the down-and-out scholar, the abbot of Tianhong suddenly frowned, and the rest of the old monks of the Tianzi generation also began to whisper, this scholar's words were very strange, I don't know what it meant, the abbot of Tianhong hurriedly folded his hands: "Amitabha, I don't know the name of the donor, the Bai Lian at the gate of this temple, the one who claims to be the victim above, will not be the donor." ”

The down-and-out scholar listened to the words of the abbot of Tianhong, and couldn't help laughing: "I have never done anything hurtful in my life, I only blame my father for giving birth to such a son with a dregs mind, but I want to ask him to read. ”

The down-and-out scholar paused, and continued: "Bi can only rely on selling calligraphy and paintings, begging for food, and he has no grievances with people in the past, and he has no enmity with people recently, so the three words of the victim, the down-and-out scholar really can't afford it." ”

The abbot of Tianhong's face suddenly softened, and smiled at the down-and-out scholar: "The donor is too polite, the four monks are empty, where is the money to buy the donor's calligraphy and paintings, if the donor is here for this matter, then the poor monk has no time to receive it." ”

After hearing this, the down-and-out scholar sneered, and then said to the abbot of Tianhong: "Don't be so stingy, big monk, although Bi has been down-and-out all his life and makes a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, he has never seen the eyes of others for so many years. ”

Speaking of this, the down-and-out scholar paused slightly, looked around for a week, and then his eyes pressed to the face of the abbot of Tianhong, and continued to say to the abbot of Tianhong: "My down-and-out scholar doesn't want to come to your temple thousands of miles away, in the final analysis, it is because I can afford to look down on your great monk, otherwise, even if I send eight sedan chairs to invite the scholar to me, I still have to see that I don't have Yaxing!"

Famen Temple is also one of the best in the martial arts, and now it is said by the down-and-out scholars, all the monks' eyes are lit with a trace of anger, Tianhong Abbot is highly respected, the Tao is profound, and few people talk to him like this, when he listens to the cold and arrogant words of the down-and-out scholars, he is also slightly annoyed.

It's just that the cultivation of the abbot of Tianhong has been perfected, although he has anger, he suppressed it, and he didn't have a seizure at that time, but he still smiled at the down-and-out scholar: "Donor, is this a bit arrogant, although my Famen Temple is not a big temple, but in Xinjing City, there is still a place!"

The down-and-out scholar shook his head: "Bi Mou didn't mean to look down on your temple, but although my calligraphy and painting are not high-grade calligraphy and painting, but for your temple, these words are of extraordinary value, but it depends on whether the great monk knows the goods." ”

The abbot of Tianhong had a cold face: "The poor monk is dedicated to the Buddha, and he rarely studies this calligraphy and painting, so it is naturally difficult to distinguish between good and bad." At this time, a Tianzi monk on the side, seeing that the down-and-out scholar was not the one who sought revenge, did not want the senior brother to talk to an inconsequential person, so he said to the abbot of Tianhong: "Senior brother, whether to buy his calligraphy and paintings, please make a decision as soon as possible, so as not to delay the discussion." ”

The down-and-out scholar smiled at the time: "The great monk's words are wrong, and what he said is the right thing." The abbot of Tianhong thought for a while: "Donor, since you came from afar, asking for calligraphy and paintings, if we don't buy a piece of the temple, not only will you have a high hospitality, but you will also be said to be a poor monk stingy, just leave a calligraphy and painting, a little bit of the poor monk's heart." ”

The down-and-out scholar immediately shook his right elbow, shook a scroll from his sleeve, and then smiled at the abbot of Tianhong: "What I want to sell to your temple is this painting, although it is not from everyone's hands, but it is the most practical for your temple, and it is very useful." ”

As soon as the down-and-out scholar finished speaking, he raised his right hand high and stretched out the scroll, only to see an old scholar with a simple face and a long robe painted on it, standing outside a wooden door, and an old ox next to him, his eyes looking into the distance, his eyebrows were full of sorrow, as if he was waiting for something.

Mo Dao glanced at the painting, the person in the painting resembles the current down-and-out scholar, but slightly younger than the down-and-out scholar, the abbot of Tianhong felt that this painting was useless to Famen Temple, but in order to dispel the down-and-out scholar, he still asked: "The painting is a good painting, but I don't know how much silver the donor will sell?"