The little monk Yushan found that the son of the Song family did not follow up, and he retreated again.

"Little master, let me ask you, is the red-clothed monk on the mountain and the black-clothed monk at the foot of the mountain from the north?"

"How did Gongzi Song know?" The little monk was slightly surprised, nodded and replied, "That's right, the two people that Gongzi just mentioned are indeed monks from the north. ”

Song Yuchen nodded, suddenly remembered something in his heart, withdrew his gaze from the top of the mountain, turned to look at the inside of the Zen temple, and said softly: "If I am not wrong, there should be a northern monk in your temple, and he is wearing white clothes, right?"

After Song Yuchen finished speaking, not only the little monk was shocked, but even the twenty yellow-clothed monks who were standing like pines couldn't help but look sideways.

The little monk glanced at Song Yuchen with a puzzled look in his eyes, and said: "Yes, what Gongzi said is not bad at all, in addition to the two northern monks at the foot of the mountain and the top of the mountain, there is indeed a white-clothed monk in the temple, and this white-clothed monk is now in the Tianwang Palace, debating the Buddha with the abbot." ”

"It's just" The little monk was puzzled, how did this Song Gongzi know, and he even knew what color of monk's clothes.

Zhao Qingying also looked at Song Yuchen thoughtfully.

Song Yuchen saw the little monk's thoughts at a glance, and also knew what he wanted to ask, so he laughed softly: "Little master, do you want to ask me how I know everything so clearly?"

The little monk nodded very sincerely.

Song Yuchen stretched out his hand, pinched the little monk's fat earlobe, and said with a mysterious smile: "Go back and ask the abbot of your house." ”

Song Yuchen remembered for no reason that the little fat Taoist priest who came up to Liuyunguan was also like the little monk in front of him, with fat earlobes.

Song Yuchen ignored the puzzled eyes of Zhao Qingying and the little monk, and took the lead in entering the temple gate.

That is, Song Yuchen walked in the forefront, and no one saw the expression on his face at the moment, otherwise he would definitely find that this son of the Song family had a solemn expression, and his eyes were even more cold as water.

"Northern Rakshasa Mountain!" The five words surged in Song Yuchen's heart, "Black-clothed Demon Monk, Red-clothed Demon Monk, White-clothed Immortal Monk!"

The "Northern Ice Abyss" is little known, but it is like a taboo-like existence, constantly emerging in Song Yuchen's mind.

Back then, when he was still Meng Changming, he was trapped in the ice abyss known as the Return of the Undead, which almost killed him, and one of the land immortals who forced him into the ruins of the Undead was from Rakshasa Mountain.

"This debt should have been paid off back then, if it weren't for the heavenly catastrophe caused by that nerd later, I would have ascended to the heavenly realm unprepared. But it doesn't matter, anyway, I, Meng Changming, are back again, so then the new and old accounts will be counted together!"

According to the abbot's prior explanation, the little monk directly led Song Yuchen to the Heavenly King Palace.

Zhao Qingying stayed outside, and did not untie the jade qin on his back, so Song Yuchen entered the hall alone.

At this moment, in the palace of the Heavenly King.

If outsiders see this scene in the hall, they will definitely be puzzled, and even question whether the monks of this Tianlong Temple are all famous and famous.

It turned out that in the main hall at this moment, seven or eight senior Zen monks fell asleep on the ground, horizontal and vertical, which was very damaging to the image.

But if you go in and watch carefully, you will find that these seven or eight monks who are sleeping on the ground inexplicably, all of them have deep brows and painful expressions on their faces.

The only two people who were still sitting on the futon, one was a white-eyed old monk wearing an old robe, that is, the old abbot of Tianlong Temple, and the other was exactly in line with Song Yuchen's previous guess, a white-clothed northern monk.

Although he had expected it for a long time, Song Yuchen was still a little shocked when he saw this white-clothed monk from the north.

It's actually a little monk who looks like fourteen or fifteen years old?!

But at such a ridiculous age, this little monk from the north who looked obviously different from the people of the Central Plains was sitting on a futon at the moment, sitting opposite the respected old abbot of Tianlong Temple.

Since it is a debate on the Buddha's teachings, it is naturally inseparable from "debate" and "speaking", but the two monks from the north and south in front of them are sitting cross-legged in place, looking at their noses and noses, and they are not moving, and they do not make a sound.

Although there was no sound, the white-clothed little monk from the Rakshasa Temple in the north had his mouth really open and closed, and his throat was constantly squirming, and it seemed that he was indeed talking, and it was extremely weird.

But in the main hall, there was no sound of talking, but a few snoring.

I don't know if I didn't notice the sudden arrival of Song Yuchen's uninvited guest, the two monks, one old and one young, were indifferent, and they didn't even squint.

After sending Song Yuchen into the Heavenly King Palace, the little monk with the law name of Yushan retreated and closed the gate to death.

It took a lot of effort to close the gate tightly, and the little monk of Yushan was sweating like rain on his face at this moment, panting, and sat down directly on the steps of the door.

In the short time he opened the door just now, he clearly saw that seven or eight uncles who were profound in Buddhism had all fallen to the ground, and it was obvious that they had all lost to the strange monk who spoke without a voice.

Although he couldn't hear any sound of speaking, the little monk of Yushan just felt uncomfortable in his heart for no reason, and he had the illusion of falling into the vast sea of suffering.

That is, he closed the door quickly, otherwise he would have fainted to the ground inexplicably like the seven or eight uncles in the hall.

Zhao Qingying stood at the foot of the steps, and saw the little monk looking so embarrassed, and was a little puzzled.

She was about to open her mouth to ask the little monk who was in the Heavenly King's Hall and what happened.

But just as she was about to speak, the melodious sound of the guqin suddenly came from the originally dead hall.

Zhao Qingying's heart froze, "Isn't this my jade qin, why did Song Yuchen play it inside?"

Zhao Meiren was puzzled, before listening to the little monk's narration, at this moment in the palace of the king of heaven should be debating the Buddha's teachings, although it is a bit unexpected to invite the Song family genius to enter, but it can finally be explained, after all, this Song family genius can even write the "Three Teachings and the Present Theory", and he also knows a lot about the Buddha's teachings, but this guy just went in like this, and he played the guqin, and really regarded the Buddhist debate between the north and the south as child's play?

"Hey" Zhao Huakui, who was keenly observant, suddenly found that with the sound of the piano, the little monk who was still pale and even had some inexplicable hollowness in his eyes regained his vigor.

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