The summer was hot, Mingxiu, Mingwu, and Shenxiu walked for half a day, thirsty and tired, came to a clear stream, washed their faces and drank enough to rest, and suddenly a monk with a smile on his face fell from the air in front of the three.

I only heard the monk staring at Mingxiu and said, "Amitabha! ”

Staring at the monk Mingxiu with a strange expression, he asked, "Monk, who are you, what are you looking for?"

"Amitabha! The poor monk is the Venerable One of Joy, who was ordered by the Buddha to take you back to Lingshan. The monk always had a happy look on his face and explained to Mingxiu.

"Amitabhan, Buddha, are you one of the eighteen Arhats?" Mingxiu said rudely.

"It's the poor monk!" said the Joyful Arhat smiled and nodded.

The person in front of the meeting is a happy Arhat, Mingwu and Shenxiu show admiration, chanting Buddha and saluting to show respect.

"You said that the Buddha is looking for me?" Mingxiu frowned and asked, for some reason, subconsciously, he was very reluctant to see the Buddha.

"Yes, the Buddha invites you. "Joy Luohan said.

Hearing that the Buddha had invited Mingxiu, Mingwu looked overjoyed, and sighed secretly: "Senior brother is junior brother, really powerful, the Buddha and his old man have all the opportunities, they have noticed the junior brother, the junior brother is very talented!"

Shenxiu looked pensive and silent, he had been following Mingxiu for a while, and he regretted it but was reluctant to leave. Mingxiu is simply not like a monk, his style of acting is all determined by his heart, and he does not seem to have the attitude of self-denial that a monk should have.

In particular, Mingxiu does not respect the Buddhist law, and even despises the Buddhist law and Buddhist rules that have been handed down for hundreds of millions of years. It's just that although Mingxiu is uninhibited, he always has unique opinions, which makes Shenxiu reluctant to leave, and even influenced by Mingxiu, he also begins to suspect some immutable rules and unreasonable precepts.

Mingxiu's style is obviously not a lord who respects Buddha, Shenxiu seems to be a talented monk, but not a conformist monk. If it is better to describe it, he is a new-style monk who yearns for the Buddha in his heart, not the Buddha of Mount Meru.

Shenxiu doesn't think that a monk who doesn't respect the Buddha will be valued by the Buddha, and even if he does, it is by no means a friendly attention, at least he will not show friendship to this little monk who does not respect the Buddha. In addition, Shenxiu felt that the master was an old man, and he would never want to see the Buddha, and the Tao was not the same.

Although they are both monks, if they have a disagreement, it is bound to be unpleasant. At present, Mingxiu does not have the strength to deal with this unpleasantness, so he will never go to see the Buddha.

"Can you not go?" Sure enough, as Shenxiu speculated, the master and his old man did not want to see the Buddha.

"Amitabha, why don't you go?" asked the Joyful Arhat.

"Amitabhana, why are you going?" asked Mingxiu rhetorically.

"Isn't it an honor for the Buddha to be invited?" asked Huanxi Arhat.

"All beings are equal, what is the honor?" Mingxiu said with his snow-white teeth bared.

"Amitabha! "Rejoicing that an Arhat is worthy of being an Arhat who has attained positive results, he cannot refute it and immediately admit his mistake.

"So, can the little monk not go to Mount Meru?" Mingxiu asked.

"Amitabha! However, the Buddha had to go if he was invited. "Joy Luohan said.

"Fuck! Oil and salt don't go in!" Mingxiu suddenly became angry and shook his sleeves.

Mingwu on the side looked at the angry junior brother, very unclear why, the Buddha invited him to be reluctant to go for some reason. As a disciple of the Buddha family, it is a great thing to be able to see the true Buddha, but Mingxiu is reluctant to go.

"Amitabha! If you scold someone, you will commit a precept of anger. Huanxi Luohan stared at Mingxiu with a smile on his face.

"Fuck your head!" Mingxiu scolded, and then pulled Mingwu away. At the same time, he instructed Shenxiu: "Good apprentice, stop the bald donkey, and your uncle and I will go first." ”

"Why did you let the disciple stop him?" Shenxiu shouted dissatisfiedly, Mingxiu looked up to him and asked him to stop Huanxi Arhat, one of the eighteen Arhats.

"The two of us are elders, and when we encounter danger, the master will give you the opportunity to fulfill your filial piety. Mingxiu said, pulling Mingwu to run faster.

"Ami fucking Buddha! Is this the legendary lack of righteousness?"

Mingxiu pulled the great monk Mingwu and ran away without looking back, leaving Shenxiu, who was speechless and choking, alone to face Huanxi Arhat.

Staring at the two elders whose figures quickly blurred, Shenxiu's face kept changing, although he knew that the master and his old man were a little shameless, but he didn't expect it to be so shameless.

However, the master's words naturally can't be stopped, and he hasn't been shamelessly inherited by the master, so he can't take the master's words as a deaf ear.

"Amitabha, will you stop the deity?" said Huanxi Arhat with a smile in his eyes. When facing Mingxiu, he was happy that Luohan called himself a poor monk, because he knew Mingxiu's identity and didn't dare to hold it up. However, when talking to Shenxiu, he changed his name to himself, calling him "Buddha-figure", although Shenxiu is extraordinary, but it can't be compared with Huanxi Arhat, of course, this is Huanxi Arhat's own thoughts.

"Don't stop!" said Shenxiu.

"Hehe、、、" Huanxi Luohan's smile lines deepened at the corners of his eyes, he felt that Shenxiu was a monk who knew the times, and he knew how to advance and retreat very well.

An auspicious cloud quickly rose under the feet of Huanxi Luohan, and when he was about to chase Mingxiu and Mingwu, suddenly Shenxiu moved sideways in front of him.

Huanxi Arhat's face froze, but he only smiled for a moment, and said as usual: "Amitabha!

"Amitabha! The poor monk said not to stop it, but the heart did not stop it, but the body wanted to stop it. Shenxiu's handsome face said calmly, as if he was not facing one of the eighteen protectors of Buddhism, but facing a monk of the same generation.

"Why do you go against your will?" asked Huanxi Luohan.

"How dare you disobey the master's order?" said Shenxiu with a smile.

"Then your skin can't stop the deity. Huanxi Arhat pointed to Shenxiu and said.

However, this skin can splash His Holiness red. Shenxiu's voice was soft and smiling, but his words revealed fearless firmness.

Huanxi Luohan stopped talking, Shenxiu's meaning was already very clear, and he would rather have blood splashed five steps than stop him.

Nanyu Town, after the monsters that gushed out of the wasteland were burned back by Jiang Xiong using the Fire Cloud Banner, in a short period of time, there should be no more demon chaos, and many cultivators returned to Nanyu Town to rest.

Chu Yan'er, Zhang Shuo, Nangong Xu, and Liu Lian, the four senior brothers and sisters, also rushed back to the town, but there was one more bewitching and handsome man with them.

For Xiang Liu's entourage, Xiao Lu showed an extremely irritable and unwelcoming attitude, but Chu Yan'er didn't know why Xiao Lu was manic. And Xiang Liu is her and Xiao Lu's life-saving benefactor, and the benefactor wants to accompany him, so he naturally wants to express his enthusiasm for welcoming it, although this benefactor is a bit outrageous.

Chu Yan'er was simple and lively, and on the way back to Nanyu Town, she had a very happy conversation with Xiang Liu, of course, most of them were Chu Yan'er talking and Xiang Liu listening.

And Zhang Shuo, who was walking behind, frowned, looking at Xiang Liu's back and showing displeasure from time to time, not just because he was jealous of Chu Yan'er's intimacy with him, but because Xiang Liu always gave him an uncomfortable feeling.

In fact, not only Zhang Shuo has a dislike for Xiang Liu, Liu Lian and Nangong Xu also have an indescribable resistance to Xiang Liu, Xiang Liu gives people a sense of evil, although it is very light, so faint that Zhang Shuo and the three of them will not like Xiang Liu for some reason, but Xiang Liu does make them feel bad.

High in the depths of the wasteland, the monkey carried an iron rod and slowly fell, he wandered around, unconsciously came to the sky above the wasteland, felt the rich water attribute breath of the wasteland, and fell from the air to investigate.

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