It is also strange to say that when facing the white-clothed monk who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, Song Yuchen had the illusion that he was looking at the old monster.

Could it be that this "white-clothed immortal monk" of Rakshasa Mountain is also like him, and it is not as simple as it seems on the surface?

But the sign language that the white-clothed monk played next directly and greatly reduced his conjecture in this regard.

"The deity has seen you. The white-clothed monk said in sign language.

Song Yuchen, who understood the sign language of the former very easily, suddenly felt a pang in his heart, but his face was still impassive.

"In a dream, the deity has seen you in a dream, and one day, you will go to Rakshasa Mountain. The white-clothed monk with the Dharma name Bai Luo continued.

Although he saw what Bai Luo said in sign language, the old abbot with eyebrows like snow peaks, and the vicissitudes of life on his old face were still ancient wells without waves, as if he had never seen Bai Luo sign language.

Perhaps, for this old abbot who is said to have lived for nearly three Jiazi, he has already glimpsed the heavenly opportunity that Bai Luo said.

Song Yuchen, who had already placed Yuqin on the ground and had already stood up, just smiled slightly, looking like he had heard an innocuous joke, and other than that, there was no other emotional fluctuation on his face.

The old abbot Xuanji Gong participated in the creation, and the cultivation of Buddhism was even more unfathomable, and it was not uncommon for him to be able to see through the fog and see the other side.

Song Yuchen looks like a young offspring in his twenties, but in fact, he is a 500-year-old immortal, and it is not difficult to achieve honor and disgrace without being surprised.

But the remaining seven or eight Zen monks will find it difficult to keep their hearts from making waves.

At this moment, the monks of the Zen temple looked at each other, and they could all see the horror in each other's eyes. Of course, the object of their horror was not the genius of the Song family, but the monk from the north who was indeed only fourteen or fifteen years old.

It turned out that long before the visit of the three monks in the north, the old abbot had intentionally or unintentionally told them this heavenly opportunity, saying that the son of the Song family would break into the north, and by pondering the old abbot's obscure Zen words afterwards, they came up with an answer that they didn't know whether it was true or false - the talented son of the Song family would set foot on the Rakshasa Mountain in the north!

Although they are convinced of the heavenly opportunity given by the old abbot, they are afraid that they are not enough to understand the realm of a cadre, or that they are wrong, so they have always had an attitude of questioning more than believing in the so-called answer.

You must know how Rakshasa Mountain exists, and the son of the Song family is just a talented man who amazes the world when he dies, how can a weak scholar step on the entire Rakshasa Mountain, and what does he want to do?

Even they doubted that this scholar of the Song family would be able to set foot in the northern region during his lifetime.

But the sign language of the monk in the north was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and what he said in sign language didn't fit the old abbot's previous heavenly opportunity?!

Could it be that this talented son of the Song family in front of him will really set foot in the north one day and do the crazy thing of stepping on Rakshasa Mountain?

Could it be that this white-clothed monk with profound Buddhism, at a young age, also saw through the heavenly opportunity of the old abbot?

If this is the case, then this little monk named Bai Luo is too terrifying.

Song Yuchen can't even speak, if he says too much, he will lose, and he can't reveal his identity now.

Bai Luo said that, he no longer looked at Song Yuchen, but said a few words to the old abbot Xuanji.

Unlike the previous sign language, this time Bai Luo did open his mouth, but as expected, there was still no sound, at least the monks of the Zen temple did not hear it.

But the old abbot Xuanji heard it clearly, Xuanji's face still did not have too much expression, and he was very wooden, only to see him put his hands together, and Baoxiang solemnly gave a Buddhist salute to Bai Luo.

Bai Luo used the Buddha ceremony of Rakshasa Mountain to return to Xuanji.

At the top of the mountain, on the head of a hundred zhang stone dragon, the red monk's robe suddenly floated down.

I don't know who was the first to discover the horrific scene, and I exclaimed at that time.

Soon, whether it was the pilgrims who were going up the mountain, and the monks of Tianlong Temple, they all looked up in the direction of the top of the mountain, and just saw the red monk's robe fluttering in the wind, like a red bat with wings spread.

The little monk of Yushan, who was sitting on the front steps of the Tianwang Palace, also saw this scene, and soon found that the giant "red bat" was just coming towards the Tianwang Palace.

The little monk of Yushan stood up with a "sigh", and his face, which had only recovered after resting for a long time, became pale as paper again, and there was a strong hostile aura in his eyes.

This time to the Tianlong Temple of the northern monks, a total of three, the little monk of the mountain have met, but different from previous years, this time among the three monks, only the tall monk in black straw shoes at the foot of the mountain, has been here before, and the little monk in white in the Tianwang Palace, and the red-clothed monk who did not even enter the Tianlong Temple when he went up the mountain, flew directly to the top of the mountain, but this year is the first time.

The white-clothed monk who was about the same age as him was fine, although he had never been seen to speak, but at least his face looked kind, but the man in the red monk's robe was obviously not a good stubble.

The Buddha statue and the stone statue of Tianlong on the top of the mountain, for the Tianlong Temple, how important it is, on weekdays, it is an ordinary disciple of the Zen Temple, and you can't run to it at will to play, let alone sit on the dragon head of Baizhang Tianlong.

But the red-clothed monk who looked indistinguishable from the male and female, as soon as he opened his mouth, said that he wanted to sit on the dragon's head for a meeting, saying that the scenery was good.

The monks of Tianlong Temple naturally can't agree, and it is unbearable to let you, a monk of a different race, sit on the shoulders of the ancestor of this temple.

But who knows, the red-clothed monk, who looked like he was about thirty, suddenly made a move and injured more than 20 monks in the Zen temple with a thunderbolt, and all of them were not lightly injured.

If you don't agree with each other, you will hurt people, and you are still a monk, which is something that has never happened in the Buddhist debates in the north and south in the past.

For this reason, Tianlong Temple almost fought with the law name "Red Luo", if the old abbot did not arrive in time.

To everyone's bewilderment, the old abbot did not stop the red-clothed demon monk, but acquiesced in the latter's disrespectful behavior on the top of the mountain.

The old abbot doesn't care, it's because his old man is compassionate and magnanimous, and the little monk in the mountain is not "so easy to talk".

Like a giant red bat, Hong Luo landed lightly and landed right in front of the gate of the Heavenly King Palace, standing face to face with Zhao Meiren in a white dress under the steps.

Seeing the indistinguishable appearance of the person who came, Zhao Meiren frowned slightly.

Red dress to white dress.

Monk to woman?

Or is it woman-to-woman?

With a "squeak", the gate of the Heavenly King Hall suddenly opened, and the white-clothed fairy monk in the depths of the hall stepped out, and instantly came to the outside of the hall, standing side by side with the red clothes.

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PS: Sorry for the late update. There's a bad news.,All the manuscripts are used up.,That is to say,In the future,Every day to temporarily code words.,And I'm a hand-wrecked party.,It seems that I have to squeeze out some time these days.,Write more.,And then some dry food.,Otherwise,The matter of recommending and adding more.,It's going to be completely far away.。 In addition, the update time has been adjusted slightly, from 5 p.m. to 6 p.m.