In a secret room of the Guanyin Zen Temple, the candle flame is swaying, the black shadow is dancing, the old monk sits on the chair in the middle and sinks like water, looking at the three people standing respectfully below with an uncertain expression, and the index finger taps on the tabletop, which is especially clear in the silent secret room, and it seems to knock on the hearts of the three people, and the atmosphere does not dare to breathe more.

"Tell me, who did this!"

The old monk sat up straight, slowly picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip gently, raised his two white eyebrows slightly, and asked in a normal tone.

The three people below trembled when they heard this, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said in a low voice: "This matter is definitely not our doing, and I hope the abbot will find out." ”

"Oh, you didn't do it, so who did it?" the old monk sneered, as if whispering to himself.

"Abbot, didn't the senior monk from the Tang Dynasty from the Eastern Soil say that it was most likely done by demons. One of the three had a sallow face and said urgently, it was the Guangzhi monk.

"Smack!"

The old monk put the tea cup on the table heavily, and laughed angrily: "That monk is stupid, are you stupid to me?!" This boss of the Meng family is clearly the art of complaining about clothes that died in this hospital, and this technique of complaining clothes is a secret that is not passed on by this hospital, and the poor monk is only passed on to a few people, and only the three of you can cultivate it to this realm, if it is not for the three of you to do it this time, is it that I can't kill it!"

Guangzhi's faces changed slightly, and his lips twitched twice, but he didn't dare to defend himself.

"Hmph, the three of you have also cultivated a small amount of resentment skills, presumably the soul of the boss of the Meng family has been refined into a resentful spirit and sealed on the robe!"

"But this time I was accidentally hit by you and others, but it also made me find an amazing treasure. The old monk's tone gradually softened, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

"Congratulations to the abbot, the baby robe is extraordinary at a glance, and the skill of resentment with the abbot is even more powerful, presumably this time the abbot will be able to penetrate the earth immortal and live forever!" Seeing that the old monk's anger gradually subsided, Guangzhi and the three of them raised their heads with courage and congratulated loudly.

The old monk snorted lightly, "Idiot, how can it be so easy to live forever!" Even the immortal officials in the sky don't dare to say anything, but this time the robe is in hand, and the earth immortal has some hope. ”

"Congratulations to the abbot for his longevity!"

"This time, you wait for the merits to be compensated, but the Meng family brothers, don't move again, so as not to startle the snake, and when the baby robe is in hand, the two of them will let you wait for the disposal, go down." The old monk waved his hand and said beyond doubt.

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In the evening, in a remote room, the three of Guangzhi gathered around the table, their faces solemn.

"Senior brother, what should I do this time!" a sturdy monk asked anxiously, but it was Guangzhi's junior brother Guangmou.

Guangzhi's face was even more cloudy under the swaying of the candle flame, and he said fiercely after a long time: "This precious robe must not fall into the hands of that old guy, otherwise once he breaks through the earth immortal, his life span will increase for another thousand years, and there will be no day when I will come out." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother is right. The three of us are almost successful in cultivating the art of resentful clothes, but usually those psychic robes are controlled by the old guy alone, and it is not our turn to wait for my senior brothers, but this time it is our waiting for the opportunity to come, as long as this treasure robe is in hand, we will inevitably cultivate the art of resentful clothes, and then don't say that the first seat of the Zen Monastery is the realm of the earth immortals, and we can't try it. Guangquan, the youngest of the three, also nodded his head again and again.

Guangzhi took a deep breath and said, "Tomorrow the Meng family brothers will hand over the robe to the old guy, tonight is my last chance!"

"But the abbot has already warned us just now, I'm afraid I'm ......," Guangmou said with a hesitant expression.

"Senior brother, what are you afraid of!" Guangzhi snorted, his face was angry, "As long as the robe is in hand tonight, the three of us will never be inferior to him when they join forces, and even kill him on the spot!"

"That's right. Guangquan looked ruthless, "After killing him, wouldn't it be happy for me and the three brothers to be in charge of the Zen Academy and survey the Immortal Dao together!"

"That's right, it's no wonder I'm so ruthless this time, it's just that the old guy has lived too long. Guangzhi sneered, his face full of viciousness.

"Senior brother, what about that monk from Dongtu? He seems to have known that the death of the boss of the Meng family was caused by us. Guangmou suddenly asked worriedly.

"How is this possible! The art of resentment is a secret that this court does not pass on, except for that old fellow, how can other outsiders see it. Guangmou sneered and said disapprerovingly.

Guangmou looked solemn, shook his head and said: "Senior brother Hugh wants to underestimate the monk, I feel that he definitely knows that it was me who did it, senior brother has ever remembered that he pointed three times in the house today, clearly implying that this matter was done by the three of us." ”

"Listening to my senior brother say this, I seem to feel that his eyes seem to be faintly aimed at me and others when he leaves, could it be ......" Guangquan also gasped, his face shocked.

Hearing what the two junior disciples said, Guangzhi's eyebrows tightened, and he recalled in his mind what the monk said and saw today, and felt more and more that this person was unfathomable.

"Senior brother, just in case, should we-" Guangquan lowered his voice and raised his palm to make a decapitation gesture.

"Don't act rashly. Guangzhi was startled, hurriedly pressed down Guangquan's palm, and said in a deep voice: "This monk has a mysterious origin, and I have used the art of resentment to observe this person, and there is a hidden Buddha light in his body, I am afraid that he is the reincarnation of a monk, and it is the best carrier of the art of resentment." ”

"Senior brother means-"

"I can see it, and the old guy can naturally see it, in addition to clothes, resentment is also an indispensable and important part of the art of resentment. Now that his precious robe is almost successful, if he wants to explore the earth immortal, he must find a powerful resentful spirit sealed on the robe, and this holy monk from the east is the best candidate for the resentful spirit, I think the old guy will not let go this time, but the monk has always had the big demon beside him not leaving an inch, so he did not dare to act rashly. ”

Guangzhi smiled slightly, as if everything was under control, "So we don't have to do it, that old guy will not be able to hold it back sooner or later, I just need to act according to the plan, and after they fight to the death and lose both, let's be a fisherman again." ”

"Senior brother is clever. ”

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It was night, and the darkness stained the whole land like black ink, swallowing everything up in the darkness.

Heaven and earth fell silent, except for the occasional faint chirping of insects, which merged with the sound of the wind.

Suddenly, a terrible scream suddenly pierced the night sky, breaking the silence.

"Ahh

Tang Song shouted, covered his chest and opened his eyes with sweat, but what caught his eyes was the four big characters of Guanyin Zen Temple above.

"Huh?!"

Tang Song looked confused, shouldn't he still be sleeping soundly in the wing room at this time? Why did he suddenly run outside, did he still have the habit of sleepwalking?

It was still raining lightly outside, and several people hurriedly walked into the main hall, and an old monk came to meet him, folded his hands and bowed slightly: "Amitabha, the poor monk is the abbot of this temple, I don't know where the elder came from and where he is going?"

Tang Song blinked, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and at a glance, the three brothers of the Meng family were indeed standing behind the abbot, and the dead boss of the Meng family was also standing there intact, looking him up and down with curious eyes.

"I'm ...... Dead again?!"

Tang Song shook his head and subconsciously covered his chest, no wonder the sharp pain was so familiar.

What happened last night? How did he die in a daze, who killed him, and how he was killed? He didn't know anything, he was a real fool.

And why did he die? Tang Song was puzzled, according to his analysis, no matter who the murderer was, it should have been one of the Meng family brothers who died that night, and no matter how he was, it would never be his turn.

Besides, he still has Sun Wukong by his side to protect him, even if he wants to kill him, it is not easy, Tang Song glanced at the monkey next to him, and suddenly sighed in his heart, didn't this thing release him again that night? According to the previous performances, there is really such a possibility.