"There is an old saying that the birth mother is not as big as the adopted mother, and Muru Temple is the mother who gave birth to him and raised him, although he is no longer a disciple of Muru Temple, but Muru Temple is in trouble He will not stand idly by, even if I don't make a move last night, he will shoot. Wu Feixia said.

Traveling all over the world, wine and meat through the intestines?

Bai Yun suddenly realized, and spit out a name in his mouth: "Laughing monk." ”

Wu Feixia was surprised at first, and then smiled: "So you have already seen him?"

Bai Yun recalled everything that happened in the suburbs of Xiangyang before, the vicious battle that separated him from the white clothes, and the woman in black who was deeply involved with him later, if it wasn't for the laughing monk who rescued him in time, I am afraid that he would have become a ghost under the knife of the Heavenly Dragon Society.

Bai Yun didn't say much, just nodded and said, "There was a one-sided relationship." ”

Wu Feixia squatted down idlely, picked up a slightly decadent orchid, and held it in the palm of his hand to watch it carefully: "Then you are really fateful, he and Li Gaoseng used to be senior brothers, and in terms of generation, they are still half of your uncle." ”

The man in the green shirt took out a light and elegant sachet for no reason, probably because of the long years, the color of the sachet faded with some blur, but the man in the green shirt carefully opened the sachet, gently put the orchid into the sachet, and then took the sachet back into his arms, this move was very incomprehensible in Bai Yun's view, but Xiao Gu knew the inside story and did not say anything, this sachet was given to the man in the green shirt by the county lord named Wanbai.

After putting away the sachet, Wu Feixia looked as usual, and did not elaborate on the origin of this sachet, he looked up at the sky of Muru Temple, and raised his eyebrows: " Master Huiping broke the body of King Kong by himself, continued the luck of Muru Temple, the original dissipation of the Buddha's light reappeared here, which shows that Muru Temple will be prosperous for a hundred years after this catastrophe, King Wu's number one prey is the great prince, the uprooting of Muru Temple is King Wu's strategy, but the prince of the prince has lost this crucial chess piece, a wrong plate is all down, King Wu has missed the best opportunity to pull up the nail in the eye of Muru Temple, if he really dares to risk the world's disapproval to give birth to a different heart, even if he is the lord of the south of the Yangtze River, the bitter fruit may not be able to eat, King Wu is not a fool, he is interested in the gains and losses。 ”

Bai Yun felt that what the man in green shirt said was extremely true, and the haze in his heart suddenly changed to a clear sky, and he hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you Uncle Wu for your guidance, and I have unloaded the big stone in my heart for me." ”

Wu Feixia waved his hand, and said to Xiao Gu again: "Hurry up and pack up and go back to Jixia Mountain." ”

Xiao Gu thundered, and said with a sigh: "Didn't you say that you would take me to see the wind and snow in the south of the Yangtze River?

Wu Feixia pointed to the orchids in the courtyard, and a word popped out of his teeth plainly: "Flowers." ”

After that, the man in the green shirt, whose temperament was as strange and strange as Dou Chang'an, turned around and left the courtyard.

An angry and powerless wail resounded throughout Lan Yuan: "Wu Feixia, you have suffered a thousand cuts!"

Inside the Hall of the Sea Society.

Huiping, who broke the incorruptible body of King Kong, presided over it, with the support of the foolish law

Slowly approaching the man in the green shirt, his face was so yellow that there was no trace of blood, like dry dry wood.

The host of Huiping put his palms together with great difficulty, and was about to bow down, but was held by Wu Feixia's arm.

"The master doesn't have to be polite. Wu Feixia said.

"Amitabha. Huiping said with a wry smile: "If it weren't for the help of Lord Wu, Muru Temple would inevitably be unable to escape the catastrophe last night. ”

The man in the green shirt still refused to let go, and said with a smile: "Since Jixia Mountain and Muru Temple are both giants in the world, it is natural for the assistant to watch each other. ”

The man in the green shirt said again: "Okay, it's not too early, masters, don't say goodbye to the juniors." ”

After finishing speaking, Wu Feixia finally let go of his hand, but turned around and folded his hands to give Huiping monk a deep Buddhist salute, and then turned around and left the Haihui Hall.

"Let's go, Baiyun. Xiao Gu patted Bai Yun's shoulder.

Bai Yun's expression was a little dazed, and he shook his head and said, "You go first, I still have some questions that I haven't asked Master Huiping for advice, and I will leave after the discussion." ”

Xiao Gu wondered: "What else can I ask for?" Then I'll wait for you to finish asking for advice before we leave." ”

The man in the green shirt stopped, turned around and said impatiently: "Let's go, fat man, why are you so verbose like a long-tongued woman to get to the bottom of everything, Baiyun's problem is naturally an incurable disease in Wulu's state of mind, so don't mix it blindly." ”

Xiao Gu rolled his eyes at the man in the green shirt, then turned back to Bai Yun and said, "When you go back to Jixia Mountain, we will go and walk away together." ”

At this time, the boy in the plain robe also came to Bai Yun's side and said with a smile: "Take care." ”

Bai Yun nodded, his eyes rippling, but in the end, everything turned into a shallow word of care.

After leaving the Haihui Palace, Xiao Gu found that the plain-robed boy and the purple-clothed woman had been following them, Xiao Gu didn't care much, and they were all on the same road up and down the mountain, so naturally there was nothing strange about it.

Walking through the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, which was almost razed to the ground in the battle last night, and stepping on the stone steps down the mountain, Xiao Gu's words finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he came to Wu Feixia's side with a smile and said: "Don't rush back to Jixia Mountain in such a hurry, look at how beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is, why don't we go to Yangzhou City for a turn?"

The man in the green shirt picked a piece of licorice from nowhere and put it in his mouth, held the back of his head with both hands and said casually: "What is beautiful in Yangzhou City, it is not half the style of Dali City." ”

Xiao Gu muttered on the side: "Of course you have been there, I also glanced at it last night when Edgeworth passed by, and I didn't see anything in the dark." ”

The man in the green shirt was still unmoved, spit out the grass root that was chewed to tastelessness, and said lightly: "Next time, I'll take you on a good trip to Jiangnan, this time... Send the Buddha to the West. ”

"Liars. Xiao Gu turned his head and said with a disdainful expression.

The man in the green shirt raised his hand and was a popper: "Who do you say is a liar?" ”

"Where do I speak. ”

"Still say no?"

“。。。。。。 ”

It is about ten thousand Buddha Ping unrecognizable

Because of this, the Muru Temple after the calm seems to have lost a trace of vitality.

After the man in green shirt and others left, the monks in the temple began to clean up the tragic situation of Ten Thousand Buddha Ping.

Bai Yun walked through the corridor with the Huiping monk, and Fa Yu supported the extremely weak old monk from beginning to end, holding a purple and black wooden box in one hand.

Outside a secluded ancestral hall on Muru Mountain, the old monk stopped, pushed open the wooden door, and enshrined many sacred tablets inside.

The monk Huiping asked Fa Yu to light all the green lights in the ancestral hall, and suddenly the dim hall was brightly lit.

Bai Yun fixed his eyes and saw that the people who were enshrined in the ancestral hall were all presided over by the past dynasties, and when Bai Yun was puzzled why the monk Huiping brought him here, the old monk beckoned to him.

Bai Yun walked to the old monk's side, and the old monk asked Fa Yu to open the wooden box and take out a wooden plaque, and the three characters Li Jingxi engraved on it were particularly eye-catching.

Huiping monk is like a candle flame with an oil-depleted lamp, his hands trembled slightly, and he carefully held the god card engraved with the god who had transcended the world, and his eyes were full of inexhaustible gloom.

The same is true of the young man with a black wooden sword in his hand, tears silently oozing from the corners of his eyes, he clearly knows that the gray-robed old monk doesn't like to see him like this, but the sourness in his heart is uncontrollable, and tears are pouring down at this moment.

The thin old monk, whose demeanor gradually eased, laughed earnestly, as if relieved by this, and meticulously wiped the wooden card in his hand with the gray robe that was sewn and mended, but he paused when he wiped the three words on the wooden card, and after a while, the gray sleeves still wiped the three words smoothly.

Tears rained down, Bai Yun's eyes were red and swollen, and he turned his head to stop looking at the cold god card.

"Let Senior Brother Li rest in peace. The gray-robed old monk said in an old and weak voice.

Bai Yun slowly turned his head and looked at the god card in the gray-robed old monk's hand in a daze.

"Go ahead. The old monk said calmly.

Bai Yun silently raised his head, glanced at the gray-robed old monk who was as calm as water, and then turned his head to look at the first god card enshrined in the ancestral hall, the green light flickered and flickered.

The monk Huiping handed Li Jingxi's god card into Bai Yun's hand, and his eyes also sprinkled to the head of the ancestral hall, his eyes slowly swept over every god card enshrined in the ancestral hall, and his eyes flashed: "Senior brother, he has not accepted disciples in the name of Muru Temple in his life, but he has accepted a few of your lay disciples at the foot of the mountain. ”

Bai Yun lowered his head slightly and said, "But I'm now a disciple of Jixia Mountain." ”

Monk Huiping shook his head and smiled calmly: "It's okay, one day as a teacher and a father for life, you will always be a disciple of Muru Temple." ”

The young man was a little surprised, and looked at the gray-robed old monk, who smiled but did not speak.

Bai Yun glanced at the god card engraved with the name of the gray-robed old monk in his hand again, and resolutely walked to the top of the ancestral hall, and placed Li Jingxi's tablet on the offering table like other god cards.

After that, Bai Yun knelt in front of the offering table and kowtowed deeply three times to the gray-robed old monk's god card.

The monk Huiping and the Fa Yu also walked towards the top together

Bow deeply.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Fa Yu went to water and weed the flowers and plants in the temple, he said that all things have spirituality, these days the wood is like the temple is covered by the haze, these flowers and plants must be frightened, and they have to be appeased and appeased.

Bai Yun supported the gray-robed old monk through the deep winding path in the temple, and the flowers and plants swayed with the mountain wind.

The birds and the warbler sing and the green forest becomes yin, and the white clouds are deeply touched by this, and everything in the Muru Temple is really spiritual.

"Bai Yun, you just said in the Haihui Hall that there are still things to deal with, and now Senior Brother Li has finally returned to dust and dust, and fallen leaves have returned to their roots, but there are still wishes to be fulfilled?" said the old monk Huiping.

For some reason, when he heard the word wish, Bai Yun's face was a little complicated.

(End of chapter)