Yang Yuanhua said to leave, and disappeared in an instant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Monk Mingku didn't chase after him, looked at Qiu Zhe sideways, and asked:

"Who is the benefactor? ”

Before Qiu Zhe could answer, a young novice who had already woken up interjected: "Master, this person and Yang Yuanhua went up the mountain together, and the two of them are in a group. ”

Hearing Xiao Shami's words, the monk Mingku looked solemn, and said, "What does the donor say?" ”

Qiu Zhe said in a deep voice: "I don't know that person, but I just happen to be on the same road. ”

"In that case, how about asking the donor to go down the mountain the same way?" the monk said: "Now there will be a big event in the Thousand Buddha Temple, and foreign guests will not be accepted. ”

"I'm sorry," Qiu Zhe shook his head, "I made an agreement with someone to meet here during the Mid-Autumn Festival." I won't leave until I see people. ”

Monk Mingku's face changed slightly: "Since this is the case, I am offended!" With a wave of his hand, another gust of wind blew up, rolling up countless flying sand and stones, like rolling waves, crushing towards Qiu Zhe.

Just now, Ming Ku used this hand to deal with Yang Yuanhua, which had been witnessed by Qiu Zhe, and he had already taken precautions in his heart, so he didn't answer at the moment, he stood on the ground with his feet, raised his right hand, and punched out with a volley, and a force of great strength came out, colliding with the wind in the monk's palm.

Qiu Zhe's hand had already used the kung fu of the Five Emperor Dragon Fist, but when he fought with the strength of the monk, he was equal to the top and bottom, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart. His Dan Dao cultivation at the moment was already at the peak of the Yuancheng Realm, and he was only one opportunity away from breaking through the refining and refining qi, and he had refined the Black Emperor Spirit Bead and the Blue Emperor Spirit Bead, and the true qi was endless and endless. At this time, the Five Emperor Dragon Fist was cast, and the strength was enough to withstand ten giant elephants. What ability does this monk have to withstand his own punch?

The monk was even more shocked, his Dragon Elephant Skill had just been cultivated to the twelfth level, and he was able to control the Heaven and Earth Qi in a small area, so it was naturally easy to make such a momentum. However, under his own coercion, the other party still has spare strength, and he can still take advantage of the situation to fight back, where did such a number one person come out?

The two held each other for a moment, and the monk Mingku didn't want to drag it down, so he took out a bowl the size of a rice bowl and made of brass from his arms, raised his hand and hit it, and the bowl rose in the air in the wind, and in a moment it became half an acre in size, like a house, and fell towards Qiu Zhedang's hood.

Qiu Zhe didn't think about it, he turned over and hid back, but the bowl was like a human being, and he flew wherever he saw him, three points faster than him, but he still couldn't dodge, and the whole person was covered in it.

The bowl fell to the ground and took root, and it immediately blended with the ground tightly, no matter how hard Qiu Zhe tried, he couldn't lift it. Immediately, there was a dusk drum and morning bell, accompanied by the sound of thousands of Buddha trumpets, and the whole bowl was like a huge Dharma meeting, and the overwhelming chanting sound was like a magic sound, almost killing people.

Qiu Zhe opened his mouth and spat out a white light, turning into a sword weapon in mid-air, stabbing up to the sky, and immediately poked a hole in the top of the bowl. The surrounding chanting suddenly disappeared, and the bowl that was originally solid was like a deflated ball, which suddenly left the ground and retracted back to its original size.

The monk's face turned pale, and blood foamed from the corners of his mouth. Seeing Qiu Zhe get out of the predicament, he was unforgiving, and with a finger in the air, a blade made of light and shadow took shape in mid-air, roaring and slashing down at the head of the monk Mingku.

"Purple Fire Qi Soldier!" The monk Mingku was well-informed, and immediately recognized this immortal martial arts, and he was full of color, and the rosary on his neck turned into a circle of Buddha light, and he immediately rebounded the blade and flew back.

Qiu Zhe grabbed it again, and the blade scattered into countless points of light halfway through, disappearing into the air. His mind moved, and he sacrificed the flying sword again, and the white light flew into the void, just a turn around the neck of the monk Mingku, and immediately cut the prayer beads into several pieces, and then he was about to slash to his throat, but he heard a voice from afar: "Stop!" He heard the voice very familiarly, and his heart moved, and summoned the flying sword back.

"Xiaoqiu, how did you get into contact with Master Mingku?" The voice just now sounded again, Qiu Zhe's heart was relieved, and he blurted out: "Uncle Zhang, if you come out early, it won't be like this." ”

Five figures walked out from afar, in the front was an old man wearing a royal blue robe, with a tall figure and strong spirits, followed by three men with clothes, images and temperaments that were very close to each other, all of them were thick eyebrows and big eyes, with good facial features, and their steps were full of style, and they were extremely heroic between their expectations.

Walking at the end was a monk, originally Qiu Zhe recognized the four people in front of him, it was the time when the old people met and felt happy, but when he saw the appearance of the last person, he suddenly lost his mind.

The monk is tall, dressed in white like snow, and his facial features look like a textbook standard, which is the legendary face such as a crown jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, nose like a hanging gall, and mouth like a single bead. Despite being bare-headed, all the stars that Bhikkhu Zhe had seen on TV were handsome.

No wonder there is a saying that even if a really handsome guy or a beautiful woman shaves her head, it will not damage her image. This sentence is applied to this white-clothed monk, which is really the most concrete empirical evidence. Although Qiu Zhe's aesthetic attainments are almost blank, it can be seen that the other party is the only beautiful man he has seen in his life.

Seeing this white-clothed monk appear, Mingku's face was overjoyed, and he shouted: "Senior brother!"

The old man in the royal blue robe was Qiu Zhe's old friend Zhang Xun, he said a few words to the white-clothed monk, the monk nodded, and several people walked up to Qiu Zhe. Zhang Xun opened his mouth and said: "Mingku monk, this later life is a helper I invited, not a villain, don't have a misunderstanding between you." ”

Hearing this, the monk Mingku's face relaxed, and he said with his hands: "Amitabha, since this is the case, it is the poor monk who has offended." He bowed his head slightly to apologize to Qiu Zhe, and then said no more.

Zhang Xun first introduced to the white-clothed monk: "Master Mingdeng, this is what I mentioned to you, Qiu Zhe of Jindan Nanzong, I and the Luo family brothers are old friends, and they are good friends who have experienced life and death together. So this time we went to Yunwuze, and I called him over. He turned his head and looked at Qiu Zhe again: "Xiaoqiu, this is the Bright Lamp Master of the Wuxiang Sect, and it is his junior brother Master Mingku who is doing it with you." We were all invited by the abbot of Huiguang of the Thousand Buddha Temple to come to help. ”

Qiu Zhe nodded and said, "The two masters are fortunate to meet." ”

"Amitabha. Monk Mingdeng bowed slightly: "Master Qiu, my junior brother has offended a lot, please forgive me." ”

"It's fine. Qiu Zhe waved his hand, and a big man on the side had already stepped forward, patted Qiu Zhe's shoulder and laughed: "Brother Xiaoqiu, I haven't seen you for a few years, your kid has grown a lot taller." ”

Qiu Zhe patted his hand, and there was a hint of warmth on his face: "Brother Luo is old." ”

"Hahaha," Hearing him say this, the big man didn't think he was angry, but laughed even more heartily: "Xiaoqiu, you still speak so sincerely, I just like your temper." ”

Zhang Xun said: "This place is not a place to reminisce about the past, let's go back to the temple first." Several of them nodded, each holding a wounded monk, and walked towards the valley in front of them. Beyond a forest that looks like an endless stretch of land, but is actually only a few dozen acres of land, a temple stretches vertically and horizontally, and is surrounded by walls.