Gao Jie didn't expect that an old monk sweeping the floor in Bodhi Temple would beat someone if he didn't agree with him, and he didn't expect that he would use a big broom to beat people, and his thinking was a little confused for a while.

Wang Rui was not confused, let alone at a loss, as if he had expected it a long time ago, the big knife at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed at the big broom.

With a "snap", the big knife and the broom collided violently, Wang Rui's burly body shook slightly and stabilized, and his face instantly turned red, obviously caused by the upsurge of blood and qi. Among Gao Jie's partners, Wang Rui naturally ranks first in terms of strength, even Yu Hongzhi is slightly inferior, but now he has a hard encounter with this old monk, and he doesn't seem to have the upper hand.

Gao Jie was startled, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the nameless old monk.

The old monk's face did not change, and he did not retreat half a step, but the big broom in his hand had been broken into two, the bamboo pole burst into several pieces, and the ground was full of small bamboo branches and bamboo leaves that had fallen from the broom. He seemed quite surprised, he didn't say a word, stared at the tattered broom in his hand for a long time, then threw the broom on the ground, turned away, and walked into a side room.

Seeing that the old monk was gone, Wang Rui patted his chest vigorously, soothed his somewhat depressed breath, and muttered, "What a fierce old monk!"

Gao Jie said with the same feeling: "What a lot of strength!"

The two were still sighing, but suddenly saw the old monk walk out of the chamber again, blocking in front of them, and carrying a big broom in his hand.

Wang Rui's eyes widened and said, "Old monk, are you still here?!"

The old monk was expressionless, stared at them and said, "You go, I won't come!"

Wang Rui laughed angrily, and said while rolling up his sleeves: "I've never seen such an arrogant monk as you, come here, I'm afraid you won't succeed?!"

Gao Jie was about to be persuaded, but when he saw the sword light rising again, the broom waving, the two had already fought hard, where could they stop it? !

Soon, the broom was split again. The old monk, as before, did not say a word, walked straight back to the wing, and took out a broom again.

Gao Jie saw that there was no way to go on like this, so he hurriedly blocked in front of the two of them, stretched out his hand to stop the old monk and said, "Master, you are a person in Buddhism, is it a little inappropriate to hit people with a broom at every turn?!"

The old monk's eyes widened, his hands clutched the broom tightly, and he said stubbornly: "I am a person from the Smelling Fragrance Sect, not a monk, there is nothing wrong with it!"

Gao Jie was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that although the Wenxiang Sect is quite similar to Buddhism on the surface, it is actually a fusion of Taoism, Confucianism and various other miscellaneous religions. This old man looks like he is dressed as a monk, but there is no scar on half of the ring on his head, so he is obviously a fake monk.

Thinking of this, Gao Jie smiled embarrassedly: "Even so, you can't just pick up the broom and beat people without saying anything!"

The old monk said: "Are you saying that I am quite unreasonable and disrespectful to the old?!"

Gao Jie said: "Don't dare, don't dare!" Having said that, judging from his expression, there was no sense of daring.

The old monk snorted coldly: "My son-in-law has been in retreat here for three years, and he has never seen outsiders. If you come to the temple to worship, you can go to the main hall in the front yard, the Veda Hall has been closed for a long time, and the gate of the backyard is guarded by the guards of the sect.

Wang Rui said in a loud voice: "Either a traitor or a thief?! Why is it so ugly? Didn't I tell you that we are here to find Wang Haoyi?"

The old monk didn't give in, and said coldly: "In the past three years, I don't know how many small people have come here under various banners to find my son-in-law's bad luck, and none of them have been beaten away by me, do you two little babies also want to do this?!"

Wang Rui was still about to quarrel, Gao Jie hurriedly stopped it, hugged his fists at the old monk and said: "Old... Senior, it was Doctor Xu Hongru and Xu Shen who asked us to come!"

When the old monk heard this, his expression changed slightly, and then he quickly returned to normal, and sneered: "Xu Hongru and my son-in-law have no relationship with each other a few years ago, even if you are really sent by him, my son-in-law will never come out to meet!

Gao Jie saw that the old monk was not entering, and he was immediately annoyed, and retreated to Wang Rui's side and whispered: "Second brother, you entangle him!"

The old monk was furious when he saw this, and just wanted to step forward to block it, but he saw the sword light, and Wang Rui's tall and strong body was in front of him, and he couldn't get by for a while.

When Gao Jie Shicai was talking to the old monk, he had already quietly let go of his senses, and investigated in the two side halls and several side rooms in the backyard. So he asked Wang Rui to stop the old monk and go to find Wang Haoyi alone.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the side hall, he heard a "squeak", the door of the hall opened by itself, and an old man dressed as a Confucian stood in front of Gao Jie, looking at him with a smile.

From this Confucian student's body, Gao Jie sensed an aura that was even more powerful than that old monk, and knew that he couldn't break through, so he had to stop, and said with a smile: "Hello senior!"

This Confucian didn't expect Gao Jie to be blocked from breaking into the hall, but he didn't feel any sadness, but smiled and hugged his fists to say hello to himself, he couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes showed curiosity, and he also smiled and replied: "Hello little brother!"

Gao Jie scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "It seems that the seniors are going to prevent me from seeing the second son?"

Confucius smiled and said, "Obviously, isn't it?"

Gao Jie said with a sad face: "Although the second son is expensive, can't he let the younger generation take a look?"

Confucian Sheng still said with a smile: "The second prince has devoted himself to cultivation, and he has long broken off his relationship with the red world, and now he is just an outsider, what is there to see?! If the little brother just wants to worship the sacred, why not go to the Divine Temple to worship the third son reincarnated by Maitreya!"

When Gao Jie heard this, he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and walk towards the window of the side hall, probing his brain while muttering in a low voice: "Then who should I give the holy relics I brought?"

Gao Jie deliberately said this in a very small voice, but Confucian skills are profound, ear power is amazing, faintly heard the word "holy object", his face changed, hesitated for a moment, and saw Gao Jie sneakily approaching the window, there was an attempt to break through the window, more vigilant, immediately quickly approached him.

When the Confucian student arrived behind him, Gao Jie pretended not to know, and suddenly stretched out his hand, as if inadvertently touching the closed window. Confucian smiled and thought that it was as expected, so he hurriedly took a step, flicked out his big sleeves, and rolled towards Gao Jie's arm.

Gao Jie only felt a strong wind blowing from behind him, and knew that Confucius had made a move, so he suddenly smiled, turned around on the spot, flashed past Confucius like a phantom, and rushed towards the open temple door.

It turned out that his purpose was still the temple gate. luring Confucian students to leave the door, and then running the Phantom Lotus Transformation Method, and entering the hall to find someone, this is Gao Jie's little abacus.

This old Confucian student's martial arts are strong and profound, and he is not comparable to Gao Jie, but when he cares about it, he is chaotic, for fear that the heavy and airtight windows will not be able to stop Gao Jie; secondly, he did not expect that this little guy is scheming, in order to see the second son, he actually used a trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain in front of him; of course, what he didn't expect the most was that this young man seemed to have mediocre martial arts, but he had such a profound light skill, and he only felt a flower in front of him, and Gao Jie disappeared from front of him.

Being able to protect the second son Wang Haoyi here shows that this Confucian is by no means an ordinary person, whether it is experience or skill, he is the best choice, and when he encounters a sudden mutation, his reaction is not unpleasant, and his left sleeve is not retracted, but his right hand has been lightning towards Gao Jie, who bypassed him.

The speed of his shot is well-known in the Wenxiang Sect, and even the third prince Wang Haoxian has secretly wanted to recruit him many times, this catch is not unpleasant, I believe that even if a sparrow flies by, it will be caught by him.

However, only listening to the sound of "snort", he just ripped off a strip of cloth on Gao Jie's cotton robe, and Gao Jie's figure had disappeared at the door of the side hall like a ghost.

The smile on his face finally disappeared from his face, replaced by shame, panic, and cold killing intent. Confucian Sheng missed the catch, and without hesitation, he chased Gao Jie and rushed into the side hall at the fastest speed.

His palms faintly emitted bursts of cold air, which seemed to be several times colder than the harsh winter in this Gyeonggi land.

Rushing into the hall, he saw that Gao Jie was already standing in front of a futon, and his master was sitting on the futon with his eyes closed at the moment.

Confucian castration did not stop, and instantly came behind Gao Jie, and slapped his right palm on the top of Gao Jie's head without hesitation.

Gao Jie's soldiers made a dangerous move, and finally entered the side hall and saw the person sitting on the futon. But before he could discern whether this person was the person he was looking for, and before he could say a word, his whole body was shrouded in a violent chill, and he subconsciously wanted to shiver, but found that he couldn't move, and he couldn't even shiver.

At this moment, a faint voice came from the mouth of the man sitting on the futon: "Forget it!"

The two words gently, the simple two words, did not even cause the slightest echo in the hall, but it seemed to contain huge power and majesty, Confucian heard this, his expression was solemn, and he forcibly stopped the palm that almost touched Gao Jie's hair, and slowly withdrew it. And behind his palm, Gao Jie suddenly felt that his body had regained his freedom, and he trembled for a moment, and then he beat the shiver out.

It's just that he didn't know that a thin layer of frost had condensed on the bun he was holding on top of his head at the moment.

Listening to the sound of Confucius's rapid and unwilling breathing, the person sitting on the futon laughed softly: "Let me talk to this little brother alone!"

Confucian said hurriedly: "Second son, this... ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man shake his head and smiled lightly: "It's okay!"

Confucius gritted his teeth, took a deep look at Gao Jie's back, and then turned to leave, and took the palace door with him when he went out.

Although there is no snow and rain today, the sky is dark, the light is not strong, and the doors and windows in the side hall are closed, and only two oil lamps are lit, which is quite dim.

Gao Jie's eyesight was good, and he finally saw the appearance of the person on the futon.

He has sword eyebrows, a straight nose and a square mouth, and a gray and thick beard under his chin, which looks quite rough and faintly powerful. Although this person is sitting, he can also be seen to be quite tall, the gray cotton robe is wide and loose on the body, but the figure is not as majestic and burly as imagined. His hands were naturally on his knees, clean and indifferent, very relaxed, and he couldn't see the slightest tension caused by Gao Jie's arrival.

Gao Jie hesitated for a moment, and then asked uncertainly, "Excuse me, are you Wang Haoyi's senior?"

The man's emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he replied calmly: "That's right, I am Wang Haoyi!"