Yang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, thinking in his heart that it would be good not to fight, this dust monk is really troublesome, not to mention this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and there are no other powerful characters.

Just when Yang Ye was thinking in his heart, a "oops" interrupted his thoughts, and he saw a person running out of the woods on the side of the trail and accidentally falling, who else could there be, it was the old wooden sword who slipped away as soon as he started fighting. Yang Ye was also stunned, and quipped: "Niu Nose, you are really a master, you can disappear when you fight, and you can run out immediately after the fight, which is quite powerful." Yang Ye looked at the old wooden sword who had fallen and ate, and laughed. And because he is still a little weak on his side, he can only use the apricot to support his body.

The old Taoist priest was also cheeky, got up and patted the tattered Taoist robe that was already dirty, and said with a smile: "That's not because I want to give you a chance to perform well in front of the girl, you see, now not only has you performed, but also temporarily came up with such a means of using your own poisonous blood as a weapon, and you have gained a lot." Besides, I didn't just slip away, no, I found a few jujube trees in the forest over there, and I gave you all some smooth, I tasted it, and it was very sweet. As he spoke, the wooden sword showed everyone the dates wrapped in a broken robe.

Yang Ye didn't expect this rogue Taoist priest to have any skills or anything, and he just complained to him casually, but this wooden sword old Taoist could see that his body blood was poisonous, and that the trick of using blood as a weapon was used temporarily, which really made him feel so surprised. But in an instant, this ploppy Taoist priest's actions made Yang Ye break the random conjecture in his heart.

I saw that the old man of the wooden sword seemed to suddenly see Cuiyun sitting on the side holding the unconscious lotus, and threw away the dates wrapped in his clothes and rushed over, shouting: "Ouch, hey, my future baby apprentice is okay, let the future master take a look, is it hurt, is the beautiful face okay?

Cuiyun was a little irritable because the lotus was still unconscious, and when he saw this old and unserious person, he was even more angry, and he stared at him with wide eyes in an instant, and the wooden sword was also interesting, hehe smiled, then stopped his movements, stood a few steps away and said: "This little girl will be stunned by the Buddha's rigidity because she has no internal force to support her, and she will be relieved after resting for a while." It was also between the words of this rogue Taoist priest that the lotus flower coughed twice and opened her eyes slightly.

Cuiyun saw that Lianhua had woken up, and her expression softened a little, and Yang Ye also walked up to them when she saw this, and asked, "How is it?" Lianhua looked at Yang Ye, who was obviously tired in front of him and had blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "The son has a heart, the slave and maid are nothing, but if they can't help the son, they will add to the chaos." ”

Yang Ye heard the words for a while, and Cuiyun lowered his head as if embarrassed, but the pungent Taoist priest on the side said with a smile: "What's the matter with you, it's this stinky boy who is not good at learning his own arts, okay, it's dark, go to that temple quickly, nothing is good in this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, but it's still okay to eat." A few people listened to the words of this old way, and didn't say anything, Cuiyun picked up the lotus, and the group followed the bluestone steps to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

It was the plain-clothed monk with a broom in his hand who led them, looked at Yang Ye and his party, and said softly: "Uncle Lichen has returned to his Quqian Courtyard, and the poor monk Mingxuan will receive you, and the ancestor of Huicong has a life, please move to the Lin Xun Courtyard for a while, and after the meal, the ancestor will come to see you." As he spoke, the plain-clothed monk led Yang Ye and them towards the temple path.

Looking at this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple from a distance, I didn't expect it to be more luxurious inside, although this plain-clothed monk led them to walk the courtyard path, but the stone carving lotus pond along the way, just followed up the back garden of the dignitaries, if not all the stone carvings are Buddha statues, all the pond water is water lilies, Yang Ye really can't see that this is a green lantern Buddha temple.

After walking for a while, the plain-clothed monk led Yang Ye and his party to Lin Xun's courtyard, compared to the previous Huihong, this courtyard is much more depressed now, but it is also in line with the corner of the green lantern that has no desire.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lin Xun Courtyard, please take a break here. The plain-clothed monk pushed open the door of the courtyard and whispered, always with a smile on his face. Yang Ye and the others also responded with their hands, and each entered the futon table in the sandalwood hall and sat up.

The plain-clothed monk saw that everyone was seated and rested and then left, and soon a small novice brought in with the food of the fast, although Yang Ye did not like vegetarian food, but the food of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was really as the scoundrel old Taoist said, there was a different flavor.

After everyone had finished eating, a little novice came in to clean up after a while, which made Yang Ye sigh in his heart, it was too cool to be a monk in this Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, just like being an uncle, but when he thought that he couldn't drink wine and eat meat and was not accompanied by a girl, he instantly dispelled this idea.

After a while, the scoundrel old Taoist priest waited for him to fall asleep and snored, but just when Yang Ye was thinking about whether to wake him up, the plain-clothed monk walked in with a white-bearded old monk, and when he saw the old wooden sword who had fallen asleep with a big character on the futon, the white-bearded old monk laughed.

This playful old way is also interesting, it's just a matter of snoring when you fall asleep, and one hand is scratching your body from time to time, and it looks like you haven't taken a bath for many days. Yang Ye and Cuiyun Lotus looked embarrassed, Yang Ye wanted to wake him up, but he didn't want the white-bearded old monk to raise his hand to stop Yang Ye after taking his seat, and laughed softly: "It's okay, just let this donor sleep here." ”

When Yang Ye heard this, the master didn't say anything, so he gave up, so he looked back and said: "Presumably the master is the living Buddha Master Huicong, it seems that the master knows about the arrival of the juniors today, otherwise he would not have arranged for the dust master to stop me in the mountains, but the juniors still don't understand why the master wants to do this." ”

Master Huicong listened to Yang Ye's words, and motioned to the plain-clothed monk Ming Xuan next to him to light the oil lamp in front of the Buddha statue, and then said with a smile: "I already like this quietness, and I have gone down this Putuo Mountain twice in my life, once I lost one person, and once I gained one person." Today's coming of the donor may make the old man and me lose this tranquility, and I really don't want to, and this is the reason why the poor monk called the dust to go and stop you. ”

Yang Ye listened to Master Huicong's answer, and said softly: "Since the master originally wanted to let the younger generation go up the mountain to disturb the Qing cultivation, but why did he change his mind now, since the master has changed his mind, can he fulfill the wish of the younger generation." With Yang Ye's question, Cuiyun and Lotus also looked nervously at Master Hui Cong.

Monk Hui Cong looked at these people in front of him, dipped his fingers in the cup of tea in his hand, and wrote on the table, a word of fate, after writing, the old monk said: "I didn't want to, but the fate has come to this, the old friend said well, because I didn't understand, I missed a best disciple, and then because I didn't dare, I lost to him half a sword, if I don't want to today, what is the difference between my hundred years and that waste? Therefore, I asked Ming Xuan to call back the dust and call you up the mountain." ”

When Yang Ye heard this, he also had some feelings in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Can the master let me meet that person now, I just have some questions to ask him, and I will leave after asking, and I will never bring any trouble to the master and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple." Hui Cong listened to Yang Ye's words, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "That person was seriously injured back then, and I replaced him from the dungeon of Tsing Yi Lou and brought him back to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple not long after, and then he lost his life. So what the donor wants to know, the poor monk really can't help you, because even the poor monk himself can't know what I want from his mouth. ”

Yang Ye listened to his words, his expression became lonely, and he said calmly: "Since that person is dead, can the younger generation dare to ask, what did the master use at the beginning, and what is it for, to exchange this intelligence spy from the dungeon of Tsing Yi Lou back to the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple?" But why change the intelligence spy of the Tsing Yi Building, the poor monk can explain a thing or two, the reason is actually very simple, just to know that the poor monk's disciple who was removed from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple has taken the precepts, and after the battle of the Shili Pavilion in Qingcheng Mountain, is it life or death, and where to go. ”

Hearing the words of the old monk Huicong, Yang Ye also sensed a touch of sadness from his expression and tone, so he didn't say anything more.