Li Jiang and Baosheng monk each held a yarn lamp, only to see that there was no one in the thousand Buddha temple, the wind blew, the black shadow was heavy, and at the foot of the mountain, all around were trees, the summer insects were very noisy, and the wailing of the beast could be faintly heard.

Li Jiang was a little chilled, and he couldn't stop rubbing his arms.

"Li Jiang Shaoxia knows what cold is?"

Li Jiang was stunned for a moment, and saw that Baosheng did not stop, and hurriedly followed, "Cold is cold!"

"Since Li Jiang Shaoxia doesn't know what cold is, how does the little monk know that what Li Jiang Shaoxia said is cold, and whether it is the same as the cold that the little monk knows?"

Li Jiang didn't say much.

Baosheng saw that Li Jiang didn't speak, so he had to grin and continue walking.

Two people came to the outside of the pavilion, because they did not see the moon, so they could not see the whole picture of the pavilion, only heard the sound of the bell under the eaves "ding ding dong", pushed the door open, lit the oil lamp in the pavilion, five rooms, entered the door and faced a red lacquered wooden frame screen of the Buddha preaching, divided into two sides.

But Bao Sheng walked straight up the stairs on the west side, and every sound was accompanied by dust. Li Jiang hurriedly followed, but saw that there were three small rooms upstairs, the west side of the room, there were new footprints on the dust, and the bookcases often had traces of opening, and the footprints in the middle of the rooms gradually decreased The bookcases, only a few bookcases at the entrance had traces of opening, but there were no footprints in the east side of the room, and the bookcases were all sealed.

The two walked to the end and found a shelf with a tall gilt four-strand twelve-ring tin rod.

Bao Sheng saw the tin rod and immediately saluted.

Li Jiang said, "Zen Master Baosheng, do you know the whereabouts of the Oriental girl now?"

Bao Sheng stretched out his hand to take off the tin staff, and in an instant, the iron ring rattled non-stop, walked to the open space, held the cane in both hands, and his expression was shocked, "Good tin cane!" Then he picked up the tin staff and made a shovel motion, shaking his head, "It's not good! This tin cane is not as easy as my Zen cane, how can this be used?" Baosheng was about to try again, but was grabbed by Li Jiang, "Li Jiang Shaoxia, wait a minute, since the abbot said that this thing is useful, it must be useful!"

Li Jiang saw that Baosheng was bent on using a tin rod and left all the things to save people, he was unhappy, and he was about to leave with his sleeves, but thinking that he had just searched for it in this temple and still had no whereabouts, he stepped forward and grabbed Baosheng, "I only ask you!

"Drink! You donor, you still have a cold face when you ask someone to do something! I just came out of the hall in a panic, and I'm not happy now! I don't know if I know! Loose! Loose!"

"Let me ask you again, do you know or don't you know?"

Monk Baosheng saw that Li Jiang was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, what was there to be afraid of? But looking at Li Jiang's indifferent eyes, he didn't have the slightest intention of letting go of him, and shouted, "Little rabbit cub, you still have to be energetic, aren't you!"

With that, he punched Li Jiang.

He is a warrior monk of Qinglong Temple, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and boxing is even more commonplace, but Li Jiang is a head shorter than him, and he has great strength to pick him up, thinking that Li Jiang is just a stunned boy whose strength is greater than that of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, he should have used nine points of strength, but now he only uses five points of strength, just teach a lesson, and it is not that he suffers a loss if he really kills people.

Punch Li Jiang in the face.

The sound of a "horn".

Li Jiang's palm against Bao Sheng's fist.

Monk Baosheng let out a scream, and he hurriedly withdrew his fist, as if it had hit a wall of air.

What? He can kill a tiger with one punch, how can this kid block him with one palm.

Good boy has two hits!

Baosheng used ten percent of his strength, and this punch was bound to hit Li Jiang.

"Stinky boy, you're looking for death!"

Monk Baosheng was about to swing his fist, but he didn't want Li Jiang to let go suddenly, he landed on both feet, this time it can really be regarded as a hidden dragon Tengyuan, and when he landed, the power of his fist could be released.

"Hmph! Stinky boy! If I don't beat you so that your father and mother don't know you today, my Baosheng's martial arts for more than ten years will be in vain!"

"I advise you to take back your words!"

When he asks for someone, he is the most reluctant to do it with others, but that doesn't mean he won't do it.

Bao Sheng threw the tin staff aside, and the fist posture was pulled away, "Stinky boy is less proud! I only used five success forces just now, do you really think you are a genius?"

"Yes!"

Oops, I'll go! Say you're fat, aren't you? It seems that I can't teach you a good lesson today!

Monk Baosheng riveted all his strength and hit Li Jiang in the chest.

When the fist was still a foot away from Li Jiang, suddenly, Li Jiang disappeared, and Monk Baosheng couldn't retract his fist, and suddenly his butt was kicked by someone, and his whole body fell forward.

With a muffled bang, Baosheng's fist slammed into the floor, and the blood on his fist stained the floor red.

What? so fast? How is it possible?

"Who are you?"

"Li Jiang!"

Bao Sheng's fist is indeed very powerful, as long as he is knocked down, then his internal injuries will definitely recur, or even deepen the internal injuries, but Bao Sheng's fists are too slow, so slow that he disdains.

Monk Baosheng turned over, saw Li Jiang coming over, his fist was pulled out suddenly, and the feeling of sawdust piercing into his fist almost made him understand that the person in front of him was much more powerful than him, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing, where are the people?"

Bao Sheng thought for a moment, "This thing should be related to the question that the little monk asked the young man just now!"

"What's cold?"

"Not bad!" Bao Sheng saw that the desperate look in Li Jiang's eyes disappeared, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly got up and put the tin staff back on the shelf, and said, "The ancestor set up a Zen machine back then, and this is what is cold!"

"I'm just asking you where are you?"

"To know where people are, you must unravel what this cold means!"

"Solution!"

"This?" Bao Sheng was a little embarrassed.

This Zen machine is a Zen machine set up by Master Wukang of Qinglong Temple when he returned from the Thousand Buddha Temple! And set up a rule that if someone can solve this Zen machine is the next host, but unfortunately for more than ten years, it is said that except for the senior brother Bao Ming who was driven out of Qinglong Temple, no one has solved it!

"Can't figure it out?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it just takes time!"

Li Jiang said, "Three moments, if you still can't solve it before this, I don't know what to do!"

"Good, good! three quarters, three quarters!"

If he could solve this Zen machine at three moments, he would have been the abbot a long time ago, and what would he do in the Thousand Buddha Temple? But he couldn't beat Li Jiang, by the way, this matter must not be spread out, if it is passed out, his beautiful image in front of his senior brothers!

"Li Jiang Shaoxia, let's not mention this matter today!"

"Hmm!"

Li Jiang saw Monk Baosheng walking around indoors, chanting something like "cold is cold" and "...... weather is good", and he couldn't help, seeing that the lamp oil was running out, but he didn't dare to go away, for fear that Baosheng would guess it the moment he walked away.

Baosheng chattered for a long time, and suddenly shouted, "That's what cold means!"

"Really?"

Baosheng glanced at Li Jiang, swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and said, "It won't be wrong!" walked to the shelf, took off the tin staff, "Li Jiang Shaoxia, please come with me!"

"Hmm!" Li Jiang nodded, and followed closely with his sword.