The water ghosts that frightened the fleet seemed to be just child's play in the eyes of these two monks. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The monk came on the waves, jumped on the boat of the Wuya Tiger, and recited the Buddha horn in a loud voice.

One of the monks had thick eyebrows and eyes, a bearded face, a yellow monk's robe, and a thick Buddha bead hanging from his neck.

The yellow-clothed monk struggled with his feet and made a jack drop.

In the turbulent waves, the boat was as steady as a rock, and it did not move at all.

Another monk was just over 20 years old, and his robe was plain white.

The eyebrows are delicate and pretty, and he penetrates the world into the empty door.

The white-robed monk was humble and polite: "The little monk is rude, can you please make it convenient for Tan Yue to let our boat pass first?"

These two monks are so powerful, walking on the waves, as if walking on the ground.

Thousands of pounds crashed, standing still.

Even with such a powerful skill, it did not scare the golden-billed toad.

He asked, "The monks should know the principle of courtesy, why did the master block our way?"

The iron arm snorted heavily, dropped the oars, rushed to the bow of the boat, and also asked sharply: "The monk wants to bully the weak, do you dare to leave the name?"

"Little monk Xiangyun. The white-robed monk lowered his eyebrows and folded his hands.

"The Sprinkle family is auspicious thunder, what are you going to do?" the yellow-clothed monk twisted his thick eyebrows and roared like thunder.

Xianglei and Xiangyun, these two Dharma names, are enough to shake the martial arts.

Nine Heavens Thunder Cloud is one of the four monks, the first warrior monk in the world, and the four disciples of Miaoyin. Master Miaoyin has four great masters, the dragon and the nine styles, the sky and the colorful phoenix, the dry thunder in the daytime, and the nebula in the moon and night.

Miao Yin taught these four great masters to his four disciples.

Today, the thunderclouds are on the boat.

Wu Yahu bowed his hand, sneered, and did not soften his momentum: "Master Miaoyin is admired by the martial arts, how can his disciples come out and throw away his people?"

Xiang Lei twisted his thick eyebrows, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared: "Demon, if you dare to say half a word about my master, I will send you to see my Buddha now!"

"Then give it a try!"

The Wuya Tiger showed its claws and grabbed it when it broke through the air.

A roll of white wind in mid-air entangled the powerful claws of Wu Yahu, and it was the flowing cloud sleeve used by Xiangyun.

"Xiao Sheng has no intention of doing it, please Tan Yue also dissipate the anger. ”

After Xiangyun's words calmed down, he sighed bitterly: "Don't blame my Senior Brother Lei for being angry, it's all because my master has passed away." ”

What the?

What the!

Master Miaoyin, who has the best martial arts in the world, actually died?

Hearing the news, the three were dumbfounded.

This funeral boat turned out to be a funeral for Miaoyin.

The mantra recited by the monk is actually recited for the sake of wonderful sound.

"Those who don't know are not to blame, please forgive the master. ”

Wu Yahu put away his claws and said tremblingly.

The three of them saluted Xianglei and Xiangyun together with their hands together.

"Pull our ship aside, and make way for Master Mya. ”

The iron arm returned to the stern of the boat, re-picked up the oars, and gave way to the narrow part of the waterway.

"Make a way today, and the door to bliss will be opened tomorrow. ”

Xiangyun recited a Buddha name and bowed to the three of them: "Thank you Tan Yue for the immeasurable merits of his deeds, he will be blessed in the future." ”

When he was about to return to the big ship, Wu Yahu begged sincerely: "Can you allow me to wait on the boat and put a pillar of incense on Master Miaoyin to send condolences." ”

At the beginning of the big ship, the incense mist was filled.

All kinds of magic weapons are available, and the monks recite the mantra of the past life.

It is said that the family has broken off seven emotions and six desires, but the monks' faces have undried tears.

In the center of the flowers, there is a coffin.

Master Miao Yin lay quietly inside.

Wu Yahu and the other three people reverently put on the incense, and their hearts were full of emotion.

Even if there is peerless martial arts, it is impossible to escape death, which is the fairness given by God to everyone.

Wu Yahu gently stroked the lid of the coffin, although he had no chance in his life, and said a word to Master Miaoyin, but at this moment, he stood very close to Master Miaoyin.

"This coffin was made for himself by my father's hand. Xiangyun sighed: "It is also the master's last wish to sink the coffin into the bottom of the water ghost's sorrow." ”

"What? Is this the place where Master Miao Yin became a Buddha?"

"The water ghost is sad and the risks are numerous. Xiangyun nodded: "Maybe Master doesn't want to be disturbed by others, so he chooses this place." ”

The ancient sages are so lonely, and this may be the only choice for Master Miao Yin.

The auspicious time has come, and the people are wailing.

He sank the coffin of Master Miao Yin to the bottom of the stream and bid farewell to this enlightened monk.

When the three of them returned to the boat, they had missed the time to spend the time of the water ghosts.

"We docked and drank wine and ate meat tonight. Wu Yahu put down his sadness: "Let's cross the water tomorrow and be sad." ”

The Iron Arm changed course and headed for the shore.

As soon as he shook the three pulps, Wu Yahu was suddenly shocked: "The knife is gone!"

The sword has always been close to him, and the Persian sword is not big, just in his arms.

And now, touching the front and back of the chest, where is there still a trace of a knife?

"When didn't it?" The golden-billed toad's face turned pale instantly.

"I touched it before I saw off Master Miaoyin. Wu Yahu thought about it carefully, and suddenly roared: "It was the monk who stole my knife!"

Before the roar fell, he chased the big boat, and the golden-billed toad wanted to fish, but it was a step too late.

I could only watch him fall into the water and be sorrowful.

Losing a knife is like losing your life.

Wu Yahu was in a hurry, and he jumped hard, and sacrificed his life to the name of a dart master.

Later, the boat shun dart bureau and the temple fought many times, but there was no result.

The dart board said that the monks of the temple had stolen their treasure swords.

Because before they got on the boat, the sword was still there, and after paying homage to Master Miaoyin, the sword was gone.

The monk of the temple said that the dart game was a prison guard and a thief.

Wu Yahu is determined to die, so naturally he will not be suspected, but who can guarantee that the treasure knife was not stolen by the golden-mouthed toad or the iron-armed ao?

No matter how much they fought, the sword always disappeared from the world.

The Persian princess lost her dowry, and the emperor of the Central Plains lost face, how could the court not be ashamed?

The emperor decreed that a reward of 100,000 taels was offered.

Just to recover the sword, not to ask about the sin of losing the knife.

The emperor did this not because of the emperor's grace, nor because he did not want to catch the thief who stole the knife.

The thief is for the rich.

If the knife thief can take the initiative to offer the treasure knife, not only can he be exempted from responsibility, but he can also get 100,000 bonuses for nothing, why not?

The reason why the emperor thinks this way is because he does not understand the rivers and lakes.

Jianghu people, I am cheating.

Sometimes their own brothers can't believe it, who will believe the emperor?

sacrificed the knife, not only did he not get the money, but he also lost his life, which was a conspiracy of the imperial court.

Even bounty hunters don't do this kind of thing, because whoever takes out a knife is a thief.

Although you can be famous, you will definitely lose your life, and no one will be so stupid.

But who exactly stole the knife?

Who would have such a good means to take the knife under the noses of many high-ranking monks and boat shundart bureaus?

This is an unsolvable mystery of the rivers and lakes, and like other secrets of the rivers and lakes, it will eventually become a legend and will eventually be forgotten.

However, what does this matter have to do with the story of Yelanshou?

As long as you are in the rivers and lakes and have a little patience, you will always know the result.