Qinghua was robbed of his heart, knowing that no matter what he said, the two of them would find fault, so he said: "I don't know where the master of the mind is? Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xin Zhi said coldly: "Senior Brother Abbot has something to deal with, and I can't greet him in person, I'm really sorry." Please move the jade step and talk again when you enter the temple. This is just a polite and polite word, and there is no apology or respect in his expression.

The two monks walked in front, and Qinghua and Lu Xiaoyuan followed. A group of people didn't say a word, just walking, and their hearts stopped and their hearts were secretly pondering, but they couldn't guess why Qinghua came.

Lu Xiaoyuan looked around and watched the scenery of the mountains. After the Lunwu Monastery, the higher you go, the more bald the mountain peaks become, and the more and more monks are inspecting. Suddenly, his spirit flickered, his body softened, and he was supported by Qinghua.

Qinghua knew that his true qi had been exhausted again, so he reached out and pressed his back, slowly conveying his true qi, and his feet did not stop. In this way, the transmission speed of true qi will inevitably slow down, and as soon as Qinghua withdraws, Lu Xiaoyuan will inevitably have to exhaust his true qi. The second monk of Xinzhi also noticed that Lu Xiaoyuan was injured, and he didn't know what the symptoms were, so he didn't ask questions, and walked forward unhurriedly.

After a while, when you reach the bare mountaintop, you will see a simple and majestic temple in front of you, the temple door is wide open, and you can see the houses in the temple. Next to the four heavenly kings stand the glazed sculpture, more than the sound and wide eyes on the left, holding the country and growth on the right, angry eyebrows, holding high the magic weapon, the god is majestic.

On the walls on both sides of the gate are inlaid with two jade slabs, which read: "The shadow of the dragon and snake in the empty mountain, the spring is a thousand years of amber incense".

Guarding the temple gate were four Cantonese monks, who saw the two elders coming and stepped forward to salute. The two monks and Qinghua master and apprentice entered the Buddha Jue Temple, passed the square in front of the hall, and entered the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Xinzhi turned his head, pointed to the guest seat on the side, and said coldly: "Please take a seat." He Xincheng sat in the upper position, and there was an empty chair in the middle. The four of them sat down, and there was silence again, and Qinghua took this opportunity to convey true qi to Lu Xiaoyuan.

After a while, I only heard a person outside the hall say: "Qinghua Dao grew up in the Buddha Jue Temple, the old man has something important, and he failed to meet him in time, and he hopes to atone for his sins." "It was the Master of the Heart who led more than a dozen monks into the temple.

Qinghua and Lu Xiaoyuan stood up and saluted separately, and after Master Xinguan returned the salute, he walked to the middle chair of the head and sat down, and more than a dozen monks separated from each other.

Master Xinguan said: "The five immortals of Xuanmen and the three saints of Zen Buddhism are the leaders of martial arts, one side cultivates the Tao, and the other side participates in Zen. I don't know if Qinghua real people come to Fojue Temple, what do you have to teach?"

Qinghua was worried about Lu Xiaoyuan's injury, so he was not polite, and went straight to tell the truth of the matter and the purpose of this trip. As soon as he finished speaking, all the monks in the hall were stunned and looked at each other.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qinghua caught a glimpse of Lu Xiaoyuan staggering, and hurriedly helped him sit down, shocked and worried: "His injuries are even more serious." Master Xiangxinguan said: "Poor Dao has the courage to ask your temple for the secret book of the golden cicada's divine skills, which is by no means coveting the divine skills of your temple, but actually to save people's lives. Poor Dao pledged his own life and would never let the golden cicada's divine skills leak out of my disciples. ”

The Master of Mind was very embarrassed. If he needs a life-saving elixir, he can decide to give it away, but the Golden Cicada Divine Skill is the supreme divine skill of the Buddha Jue Temple, and it can also be said that there is no one in the world who has unsurpassed the martial arts, and the stakes are very important, and it cannot be arbitrarily judged.

Qinghua looked at his expression and knew that there was little hope. The master of the mind is compassionate, but he still hesitates, and his heart is extremely resentful of himself, and his heart is clear and scheming, of course, it is impossible to agree. At the moment, he said: "Poor Dao seeks the secret book of divine skill, and you can't come empty-handed. He took out the Qiankun bag and said: "This contains ten Life Creation Pills, as well as five Qingying, Goblin, and Hurricane Stones, as well as a vulgar technique created by Poor Dao for fifteen years, I would like to express my gratitude." ”

The monks were shocked again: the Shengsheng Creation Pill is the best elixir of the Shenglang faction, and the Fojue Temple is inferior to the Shenglang faction in alchemy, these ten pills are very valuable, plus many spirit stones, of course, they are extremely valuable.

Although Xinzhi resented Qinghua, he admired his martial arts cultivation very much, and he said it lightly, I was afraid that in addition to the two great divine skills of the royal road and domineering, the martial arts of the temple were not as good as his self-created martial arts.

Master Xinguan and the two junior disciples looked at each other a few times, and saw that although the two of them showed a look of wanting to get it quickly, they were more likely to refuse, and they were embarrassed in their hearts.

Xincheng saw that the abbot shook his head slightly, knowing that the senior brother was merciful, and there were treasures and martial arts gifts, although he did not agree with Qinghua's request at the moment, he was afraid that his mind would change after a long delay, so he said: "There are too many martial arts and exercises handed down by the ancestors of the Buddha Jue Temple for thousands of years, and now none of my disciples can fully integrate them, and if you want to be greedy, what is the benefit? ”

Xin Zhi said: "Exactly. Qinghua, the golden cicada magic is the first magic of my Buddha Jue Temple. Can the three great skills of your Shenglang Sect be passed on to outsiders at will?"

Qinghua said: "The poor road is not here for divine power, but for saving lives. If there are disciples in the Buddha Jue Temple who are in danger, and they have to practice the qigong method of this school in order to survive, the master only needs to promise that the exercises will not be passed on, and this school will definitely teach them. ”

The first seat of Nagarjuna Monastery sneered and said: "What a big empty favor! The disciples of the Buddha Jue Temple are injured, and the Buddha Jue Temple can be rescued internally, how can they intercede with other sects? This not only has ruined the prestige of this sect, but also made it more difficult for the disciples of other sects. His words were obviously ridiculing Qinghua's many inappropriate actions.

If it was something else, how could Qinghua be angry? Even if his own life was in danger, he would never stop asking for help from these people, but Lu Xiaoyuan was his disciple, but he couldn't watch Lu Xiaoyuan die, so he could only swallow his anger and say: "I hope that the master will be merciful and rescued, and the poor Dao will always feel great in the future." ”

Qinghua Dao Chang said fifteen years ago that the martial arts of Fojue Temple are nothing more than that. Fifteen years later, Fojue Temple is certainly even less worthy of mention in the eyes of Qinghua Daoist. When Daoist Qinghua said this, wouldn't he be tormented by Lao Wei and the others?"

He had a very good relationship with Xinwu, he entered the temple late, and his teacher Shantong died early, and he did not learn much under the master's seat, but he realized that he was treated like a brother and a father. When I talked to him, I looked depressed when I mentioned the hatred I had back then. Xinwu disappeared after the martial arts conference, and today Qinghua went up the mountain to ask for help, so he thought about humiliating Qinghua for his senior brother.

Qinghua said in his heart: "You said so much, but you still can't let go of the things of the year." "Master, I know you have a deep grudge against me, but you hate me, that's our business," pointing at Lu Xiaoyuan, "He's just a child, shouldn't let him bear the grudge between you and me!"