Xuanqing Zhenjun, the head of the Qingyun Sect, Lian Xiao Jianjun, the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and Yun Lingzi, the thirty-second generation of the head of the Yunhua Sect (the head candidates of the Yunhua Sect will be renamed Yun Lingzi after they succeed to the throne. Therefore, the first generation of Yun Lingzi distinguishes them. Soon came to Hokkeji Temple.

The monk welcomed the three into the main hall of the inner courtyard of Fahua Temple. Qingli has been waiting there for a long time with Qinghuan. Although Xuanqing and the three of them heard that Qingli had been hit hard this time, they couldn't help but shake their hearts when they saw Qingli's white hair. Others may not know the details of the day. But they know it all right. Changing places, they may not be able to save people as decisively as Qingli at the cost of burning their own lives. Of course, they can do this in order to get out of trouble themselves, but they will never care about the lives of others.

The three leaders know themselves well. People are selfish, and monks are no exception. They can sacrifice their lives for the sake of the sect, but they will not give their lives for other unrelated people. So that's the difference between them and Buddhism. They admired the self-sacrificing spirit of Buddhism, but they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with their persistence. Several people looked at Qingli, who was like an ordinary person at the moment, and felt that the commander of this crusade against the Puppet Sect and the later Righteous Demon War should have been born between the three of them. Thinking of this, the eyes of the three of them were about to erupt into each other's eyes.

Qingli didn't say anything when she saw this. It can be said that the current state of these three people is what she would like to see. If these three people join forces first, she will be 100% out of the competition for the coach this time. Now that's how she can see the stitches and needles to achieve her goal.

"The three Dao Monarchs have come from afar and worked hard. If it weren't for the poor monks, they wouldn't have to work for three people to divert their ways. The poor monk has no other skills, but he has a little success in the tea road. The poor monk invited the three Taoists to drink tea to apologize. After speaking, Qingli picked up the teapot on the small table in front of him with his right hand and poured a small cup of Bodhi tea for the three of them.

The three of them sat at the table and each served a cup of tea, took a sip gently, and suddenly felt that their mouths and tongues were fragrant and the aftertaste was endless. All three closed their eyes, feeling a sense of peace in their hearts. It's really a good time, why bother thinking about so many disputes?

However, the three of them were Yuanying Zhenjun, who had been famous for many years, and immediately reacted that their state of mind at the moment was contrary to the purpose of their visit this time. At this moment, the eyes of the three of them flashed with vigilance. Unexpectedly, this Buddha made them have the idea of letting go of the struggle with just a cup of tea. It's really terrifying! The three of them glanced at Qingli who was smiling calmly with complicated eyes. Then their eyes became kind.

"The tea of the Buddha is really memorable! Benjun has lived for more than 300 years and has drunk countless spiritual teas. There are really very few that can compare with the tea of the Buddha!" Prime Minister Xuanqing Zhenjun opened the business to blow each other.

"That's it, that's it!" Yun Lingzi followed closely, "Buddha Zi also said that he had a little success in the tea industry. In my opinion, this is probably only one step away from Dacheng. ”

Qingli smiled and said modestly: "The two Dao Monarchs have won the award, Qingli deserves it!"

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to be very harmonious. However, Qingli knew that these people were not trying to make her let her guard down, and it was the same purpose as her inviting them to tea. To put it mildly, everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, what else do you say about fasting? As for the Lian Xiao Sword Monarch who has been drinking tea in silence, Qingli does not dare to underestimate it. Don't look at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, all of them look upright, able to move their hands and never move their mouths. But Lian Xiao Sword Monarch, who can make the cunning Lingxu Sword Venerable obedient and obedient, Qingli doesn't think that he is really a straightforward man who can only move roughly. Maybe he has more flowers and intestines in his body than a woman.