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The talented son of the Song family used incense as a sword and cut off the corner of the red-clothed demon monk of Rakshasa Mountain?!

The monks of Tianlong Temple looked at each other, some couldn't believe their eyes, how could a scholar do it?

The little monk of Yushan was even more dumbfounded, and it was estimated that his mouth was open enough to fit into a whole fist.

The little monk quietly glanced to the side, and found that the red-clothed monk, who looked better than most female pilgrims, stood there immovable, but the wide monk's robe was hunting.

"Is this what the uncles said about the demonic spirit of the northern realm?" the little monk said in his heart, "There are indeed many demon monks in the northern realm. ”

The little monk's Buddhism is shallow, and his martial arts cultivation is even more meagre, where has he ever seen a monk with such arrogance, and he was shocked at that time, where can he tell whether this is murderous or demonic.

The little monk secretly glanced at the Song family boy again, unlike the northern monk, the Song family son stood there ordinary, just holding a lit incense in his hand, looking a little nondescript.

The red-clothed monk suddenly stepped forward, and the corners of his mutilated clothes flew up, revealing a pair of bare feet that were whiter than most women.

The little monk was stunned, he didn't even wear shoes under his feet, and he was like the ancestor of the anti-Tianlong on the top of the mountain, **** his feet.

The obedient red-clothed monk did not make the counterattack that everyone expected, but after taking two steps, he stopped, and looked up and down at the young man in Tsing Yi who had cut off his monk's robe.

Hong Luo said slowly: "Just now the deity saw a person on the top of the mountain entering the Heavenly King Palace, and that person should be you." ”

Hong Luo turned his head to look at Bai Luo on the side, who nodded slightly.

At this moment, the old abbot Xuanji chanted a Buddha horn, stepped out lightly, and came to Song Yuchen's side.

Hong Luo saw Xuanji's "small actions" in his eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "What does this mean by the master? Are you afraid that Hong Luo will suddenly poison this benefactor? The master inevitably underestimates me Hong Luo too much, is my Hong Luo like that kind of person, they all say that the people of your Da Ying Dynasty are the most worshipful Buddha and believe in Buddha, and when I see it today, it is true, take this handsome benefactor as an example, that is, in the face of a monk like me in the outside world, he also worships me with great incense, this is not what I am respecting, how can I hurt him in turn?"

Song Yuchen was silent, turned around and walked to a pair of incense burners, and inserted the big incense in his hand back into the incense burner.

Hong Luo opened his mouth slightly, and the expression on his face was slightly stunned.

Suddenly, a crow's cry sounded behind everyone, like a cry.

Zhao Meiren turned her head slightly, and what she saw was the black-clothed monk who had seen at the foot of the mountain before, and the latter was still closing his right eye at the moment, but there was a pot-bellied crow on his right shoulder.

Zhao Meiren frowned slightly, "What about another crow's head?"

The black-clothed monk with a sleek face didn't say a word, and without even looking at others, he walked straight to Bai Luo's side, and then stood quietly behind him.

didn't get any response, Hong Luo, who was undoubtedly in love with a cold ass, sighed lightly and walked behind Bai Luo.

Red and black in the back, white in the front.

Bai Luo took the lead in saluting gently, followed by Hei Luo behind him, and Hong Luo was so reluctant, but after all, he still bowed to the old abbot and others.

"Master Xuanji, I have offended a lot today, so I will leave. It was Hei Luo with a wooden expression who spoke, speaking a lame southern dialect, and cherishing words like gold.

The old abbot returned the salute with a smile, and he only said one word: "Please".

The three northern monks walked in front of Song Yuchen in turn, the black clothes did not stop, the white clothes stopped slightly, and smiled slightly at Song Yuchen.

The glance that looked plain to outsiders made Song Yuchen's heart agitated, and the Jade Emperor Tower in the divine court shook endlessly.

Song Yuchen hurriedly closed his eyes, but his ears buzzed inexplicably.

The white clothes were followed by the red clothes.

Hong Luo looked at Song Yuchen with his eyes closed with a smile, and said with a smile: "When the donor comes to the north, Hong Luo will give you a fragrant return." ”

The Jade Emperor Tower is even more crumbling.

The old abbot Xuan Ji gently put his hand on Song Yuchen's back, and the tall building instantly moved like a mountain.

I don't know how long it took, Song Yuchen Huo Ran opened his eyes.

Fuyao ascends to the fourth floor?!

Ascending to the fourth floor means that Song Yuchen Jade Emperor Xiaocheng. On the surface, his realm directly climbed from the previous heavenly and human realm to the Taisu realm.

After opening his eyes, Song Yuchen found that the three monks of Rakshasa Mountain in the north had long been gone, and even the monks of Tianlong Temple could not see one, and the only thing left in the field of vision was Zhao Meiren who went up the mountain with him.

The sun is gradually sinking on the mountain, and the cool air on the mountain suddenly rises.

Song Yuchen frowned slightly, and said softly, "I just stood like this all day?"

Zhao Qingying nodded slightly, she hesitated slightly, and asked softly, "Tai Su Realm?"

Song Yuchen glanced at Zhao Meiren, and did not deliberately hide what she meant, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Then Song Yuchen found that Zhao Qingying was staring at him with the eyes of a monster.

Song Yuchen couldn't laugh a little, and said with a smile: "What kind of eyes are you, Zhao Qingying, is allowed to ascend to the sky in one step, and can't see me Song Yuchen to improve a little? Besides, I came here with my life, not as easy and proud as you Zhao Qingying saw on the surface." ”

Song Yuchen originally said it casually, and he didn't expect Zhao Qingying to understand the true meaning, but Zhao Qingying's next sentence surprised him a little.

Zhao Qingying said softly: "This is the real reason why you deliberately attacked that red-clothed monk just now?"

Zhao Qingying's words were true, and he directly pointed at the dragon's eye.

Indeed, whether it was playing the jade qin in the Heavenly King Hall at the beginning, or then attacking Hong Luo outside the Heavenly King Palace, Song Yuchen was not hot-headed, the reason why he would make surprising and even incomprehensible actions again and again was actually for his own purpose.

He has a vendetta with Rakshasa Mountain, this is only one of them, and more importantly, he wants to borrow the hand of Bai Luo, who is known as the "white-clothed immortal monk", to try to reach a higher level.

Of course, it must be very dangerous to do so, especially after Bai Luo recognizes him as a "dream man".

What's more, in addition to Bai Luo, there is also a red Luo who does not play cards according to common sense, God knows what the demon monk who is neither male nor female will do.

But Song Yuchen still made a move.

In fact, Song Yuchen also made a small abacus that could not be told to others, and that abacus was played with the old abbot Xuanji, Song Yuchen This guy is a layman who asks for favor and returns, starting from promising the little monk of Yushan to go up the mountain, and then entering the palace of the king of heaven to play the piano to wake up the monks of the Zen temple, and finally saving the monk before Xuanji made a move, he recorded this amount of favor on Xuanji's head.

Taking people's hands short and eating people's soft mouths, not to mention the human favor, Xuanji has no reason to sit idly by.

Of course, more importantly, Song Yuchen believes that this old monk is a real compassionate heart.

But Song Yuchen still underestimated the old abbot's generosity, not to mention the wind and rain in his body for him, and gave him a Buddhist cultivation, otherwise he would not have been able to go directly from the second floor to the fourth floor.

"Good man!" Song Yuchen muttered with a smile.

Zhao Qingying looked at Song Yuchen with a smile, obviously, this Phoenix Pavilion Oiran thought that Song Yuchen was talking about himself.

After breaking into Taisu, Song Yuchen spoke a little harder, and even this guy actually made a deadly move - reaching out and gently pinching Zhao Meiren's exquisite chin, and tilting his beautiful face slightly.

The guy raised an eyebrow, and said in a weird manner: "What's the matter, don't you Zhao Meiren think that I, Song Yuchen, am a good person?"

Then all the hard stone slabs outside the Heavenly King's Hall exploded, and the sky was full of cold.

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