After a cup of tea, Xuande put on his dried shoes and sat alone under the Buddha statue, looking at the dozens of sixth-level sect disciples crowded in the corners on both sides of the hall, and wondered in his heart: "What's wrong with these people? They used to look like they were going to eat people, but now why are they hiding? Don't even want the territory under the Buddha statue?"

Not far to his right, Li Xiao stuffed a cotton ball in his nose, and Huiguang, the "fiery eye" among the thirteen Arhats, sat in front of a wooden chessboard to play Go.

After glancing at the chessboard covered with chess pieces, Huiguang's eyes lit up, he reached out and grabbed a sunspot, and shouted excitedly: "Haha! This game of chess is going to end again!"

Li Xiao's face on the other side was gloomy, this Huiguang had already won nine games against him, and he had no intention of stopping at all, at this moment, seeing the other party grabbing chess pieces happily, he couldn't help but look ugly, and said in a deep voice: "Huiguang nephew, you have already won ten games against me! Can you give me a ......?"

When he said this, he saw Huiguang shouting, "Give ...... I'm dead!" As he spoke, the black spot in his hand fell fiercely, his face was flushed, and he smiled happily: "Haha! I won again! Little Master! Your chess skills are too bad! You have lost ten games in a row!"

"This Huiguang! I don't give my uncle any face! It's too arrogant!" Xuande saw Li Xiao's ugly face, so he walked to Huiguang's side angrily and slapped him on the head, "Win your sister! This game is a five-in-a-row chess!" As he spoke, he turned his head to Li Xiao and flattered, "Yes?

"That's right!" Li Xiao raised his chin proudly and nodded his head slowly.

"Backgammon?" Huiguang was stunned for a moment, stretched out his head to scan the chessboard, quickly grabbed a sunspot, put it in the middle, and then grinned proudly: "Haha! Seven stars in a row! Five sons cross! No matter how you go, five sons are connected in all directions! Little Master! You still lose!"

"Lose your uncle!" Xuande kicked Huiguang with one kick, Li Xiao also got up angrily, and the two of them beat him up, Xuande even beat him and said with hatred: "You bastard! Uncle Xiaoshi, you dare to win! Do you want to be transferred to be an ascetic? Running around barefoot will make you skinny in a month!"

"Oh, uncle, little ancestor, I was wrong!" Huiguang hugged his head, curled up on the ground, and shouted aggrievedly.

"Forget it!" Li Xiao rubbed his fist that was a little painful, stopped Xuande, who was sweating profusely, and said, "It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's important to participate!" said and kicked Huiguang hard.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" Xuande put one hand on his chest, shouted a Buddha name, and smiled at Li with a serious expression: "Uncle Shi has noble morals, profound Taoism, and my nephew admires him." ”

"Master!" At this time, "King Kong Foot" Huiyuan, holding a bowl of steaming porridge in both hands, ran to Li Xiao diligently, and said flatteringly, "Little Master, the porridge is ready!"

Hui Yuan saw that Li Xiao took the porridge with satisfaction, and smiled, suddenly, he heard Xuande next to him coughing, and immediately went to fill another bowl and handed it over: "Uncle Shi, please drink porridge!"

"Hmm!" Xuande took the hot porridge, took a deep breath in intoxication, and raised his head to "grunt" and drank violently.

"This porridge ......" Li Xiao took the bowl, drank two sips, and couldn't help but admire: "The salty and salty one is very delicious, who made it?"

"It's King Kong Finger, Senior Brother Huilin!" Huiyuan raised his finger and pointed to it, standing by the bonfire behind him, a bronze man who was immersed in boiling porridge.

"King Kong finger, the diamond finger that inserts the index finger into the nostril?" Li Xiao was stunned when he heard this, and immediately thought that in the woods before, there was a bronze man who used the diamond finger, followed what Hui Yuan pointed at, raised his eyes, but saw King Kong pointing at Hui Lin, squatting next to the iron pot full of porridge, raising his middle finger, and stirring in the iron pot.

"Fortunately, he didn't use the index finger stuffed into his nostrils, otherwise I wouldn't dare to take my mouth!" Seeing that the King Kong finger did not have an index finger to stir, Li Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the porridge and was just about to continue drinking.

"What! Huilin didn't use his index finger?" Next to him, Xuande, who raised his head and drank violently, suddenly shook his whole body, and the pottery bowl in his hand fell off suddenly, and with a "bang", it was shattered.

"Xuande, what's wrong with you?" Li Xiao frowned and looked at the rice porridge that had splashed on him, and said dissatisfied.

"It's over!" Xuande suddenly turned his head to look at the bronze man who was boiling porridge, and said with a sluggish expression: "Middle...... The middle finger is what he uses to wipe his ass!"

"Poof......" Li Xiao heard this, the porridge that had just been eaten spurted out violently, and said to Xuande in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Because the vajra finger is what I taught him!" Xuande looked at Huiyuan in a daze, "The index finger picks the nostrils, the middle finger wipes the buttocks, and the thumb picks the feet, this is the iron law of practicing the 'vajra finger' in the past dynasties! The most important thing is that you can't wash your hands when you practice the vajra finger! Without ten or eight years of hard practice, you won't be able to make a salty taste in the porridge! I didn't expect Huiyuan to comprehend the essence of the 'vajra finger' so quickly......

The more Li Xiao listened, the darker his face became, and the next time he was killed, he wouldn't let "King Kong Finger" cook, but, it was undeniable that his cooking was quite fragrant.

"What's it? it's so fragrant!" a group of Taoist priests and nuns gathered around the iron pot, salivating at the rice porridge in the pot.

"If you don't dislike it, let's have a bowl for each person?" Hui Lin, who was boiling porridge, greeted warmly.

"Okay, good!" everyone smiled, swarmed, and couldn't wait to take it, and the rice porridge he handed over drank excitedly.

"Huh, this porridge ......" Lao Ni, who had been sleeping before, took a sip of rice porridge lightly, frowned, and said, "This porridge ...... Zhen Nima Xiang!" he said, tilting his head to suck the rice porridge dry, and then licked his black lips unsatisfactorily.

"This porridge ......" The sixth-level sect, the elder of Baiyun Temple, raised his head, and after gobbling down a bowl of porridge, he said with an intoxicated face: "This porridge is definitely the best porridge to drink in this life!" Looking at Huiyuan, he said curiously: "Excuse me, how did you make such a delicious porridge?

"Vajra Fingers!" Huiyuan grinned and showed a row of white teeth, "Stirring with Vajra Fingers that have been cultivated for decades, such a smell will appear." ”

Lao Dao sighed in disappointment, "Sure enough, good porridge also requires good effort! It's a pity, I'm afraid it will be difficult to taste so delicious in the future!"

Just when everyone praised Huiyuan's porridge, outside the dark temple gate, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, a moment of effort, five soaked sword-lifting women, walked in quickly, among them, four of them were white, only the young girl at the head, wearing a blue dress, her pretty face was drenched by the heavy rain, but she still looked arrogant.

"It's a seventh-level sect, a person from the Famous Sword Villa!" Everyone in the temple saw the five women who walked in, and some people immediately exclaimed, and in an instant, the entire ruined temple was quiet.

Seventh-level sect!

That's the god of the entire Penglai Sea area! Pull out any of them, they all have the strength to crush the sixth-level sect, and this Sword Villa, among the seventh-level sects, is even in a high position, and is good at creating all kinds of divine weapons, even the pseudo-jade soldiers above the quasi-soldiers, can be manufactured, and it is one of the most prestigious seventh-level sects in the entire Penglai.

The five women of the Famous Sword Villa, like five arrogant peacocks, glanced at everyone with disdain, raised their chins, walked to the Buddha statue, drove away the nuns sitting there, and occupied their territory strongly, as for those nuns, they were like chickens, obediently hiding far away.

The four white-clothed women beside the girl in the green skirt have a meticulous division of labor, two of them clean the ground and put on clean clothes, one is responsible for finding firewood to make a fire, and the remaining one takes out dry food and water to feed the girl's hunger.

For a while, the atmosphere in the temple suddenly became weird, and everyone was cautious and light-footed, for fear of angering those disciples of the Famous Sword Villa.

At this moment, a sharp chirp came into everyone's ears, and then, the white shadow flashed, and a snow-white eagle falcon landed in the temple in an instant, vigilantly inspected a few times, walked to the side of the woman in the green skirt, raised her neck, and revealed a messenger bamboo tube.

"It's Senior Brother Wu's Wind Falcon!" When the girl in the green skirt saw the white falcon, she immediately picked it up happily, took out a roll of stationery from the bamboo tube around her neck, opened it and read it carefully, frowned, and said, "Huh, how is it Sanskrit? How can Senior Brother send me a letter in Sanskrit?"

Turning her head to look at the four white-clothed women beside her, she asked, "Do you know Sanskrit?"

"Miss, we don't know Sanskrit, but there must be someone over there!" a woman in white pointed to the crowd drinking porridge in the distance.

"You go and invite them over!" The woman in the green dress had a bright eye, muttered a few words in the ear of the woman in white who spoke, raised her hand and pointed to the location of Li Xiao and the others, and then the woman in white nodded, walked in front of everyone, and said one by one: "You, you, you, and you! You four come with me! My young lady wants to ask you Sanskrit!"

The four people she ordered were Xuande, Lao Ni, Lao Dao and Li Xiao, and with her eyesight, she naturally knew that their status was very high.

The four of them didn't dare to slack off, so they could only get together, among them, the elder Dao of Baiyun Temple, listened to the woman's words, and couldn't help but be stunned, "Sanskrit? Isn't Sanskrit a thing of Buddhism?

Looking sideways at Xuande, he asked in a low voice, "Master, do you know Sanskrit?"

"What the hell is Fan?" Xuande turned his head and stared at him with a puzzled expression, "You know a ghost!

"You don't know Sanskrit?" The long-eyed old man widened his bull's eyes, and couldn't help but glance at Xuande a few more times, and then turned his head to look at the sleepy old nun beside him: "Mrs. Shi must know?"

"Mrs. Shi! Mrs. Shi!" Lao Dao saw that the other party did not react, and gently patted Lao Ni on the shoulder, but unexpectedly, she was startled, trembling all over, and opened her mouth to exclaim: "Ah! What a beautiful man!

What a cheat!

Changmei Lao Dao cried out in his heart, a Buddhist master, a Buddhist master, all of them don't know Sanskrit, and the rest of the teenagers definitely don't know, do you want to let yourself, a Taoist priest, recognize Sanskrit? Isn't this a joke!

"You four!" the woman in the blue dress looked at the four people in front of her, and handed them the letter in her hand and said, "Help me see what is written in Sanskrit on it! In order to prevent you from translating indiscriminately, each of you will read a sentence!"

Lao Dao, Li Xiao, Xuande, and Lao Ni took the letterhead, looked down together, and saw the letterhead-like font on the letterhead, and the four of them had a blank head for a while.

Half a ring, they looked at each other, looked at each other for a long time, and all nodded their heads in understanding, the four of them all understood, the girls in the green skirts definitely didn't know Sanskrit, right now, they had to fool around, they might not be good at anything else, but a few people in Buddhism and Taoism were absolutely good at this kind of thing.

"This Sanskrit is too simple! The poor monk will read the first sentence," Xuande took the letter paper and pretended to read: "Senior sister!"

"Ahh

"I miss you so much!" Changmei Lao Dao immediately picked up the third sentence.

"Beautiful man!"

As soon as the old nun spoke, the three of them instantly petrified, turned their heads mechanically, and looked at the old nun with yellow teeth and a dry smile.

"Poof......" The girl in the green skirt was eating dry food with relish, and when she heard this, she squirted out the scraps violently, and looked at Li Xiao with a frown, "Beautiful man?"