Not to mention that Zen Master Miller followed the Yin soldiers to meet his old father, who had passed away for many years, and served him to get out of the sea of suffering and go to the six realms of reincarnation and reincarnation.

Let's say that in the human realm, the White Lotus Holy Son, who was struggling to fight against the demonic qi in his body, suddenly opened his eyes, and a somersault flipped up from the ground. He connected with the Zen master and brother, covered his heart and said to himself: "What's going on, how could I dream that my brother is suffering in hell!"

The lives of his two brothers are still good, but just now, when the White Lotus Holy Son was suppressing the demonic qi to feed the Natal Gu King hidden in his body, he was bitten by the Natal Gu King like a lifeless bite in his heart.

Then in the haze, he saw his elder brother Miller Zen Master being chiseled through the patella by the Yin soldiers of the underworld, and passed through the wound with a rope like an upside-down ham in the house.

Before the White Lotus Holy Son could take a closer look, he was awakened by the pain at the tip of his heart.

This natal Gu King, there is a name called Golden Silkworm Gu, which is a variety cultivated by the White Lotus Holy Son using the Black Lotus. The most predictive warning, this time it felt that the life of Zen Master Miller was in danger, so it reminded the master even if it didn't want to fight back.

But that's not right!

His elder brother White Lotus Holy Son still knows that he bows to the abbot of Jinshan Temple, and there is a little bit of Buddhist incense. And didn't you go to the county town tonight to raise money to build a temple, how could you fall into hell for no reason?

While he was thinking about it, he heard a demonic wind blowing outside the door, and Brother Xiao'er, a fox spirit living in his house, hurriedly broke in: "It's really strange, I dreamed that Zen Master Miller was suffering in hell, but I don't know what crime he committed?"

The White Lotus Holy Son panicked in his heart, and frowned, "I also had the same dream, seeing my brother being hung in the air by the Yin soldiers in the middle of hell. ”

Brother Xiao'er gasped: "It seems that Zen Master Miller really has an accident, what should we do?"

After the White Lotus Holy Son woke up, although he doubted whether his brother was dead, he still stabilized his emotions and said, "My brother went into the city tonight to make a fortune for the new temple, why don't we go to the city to take a look." ”

Brother Xiao'er also remembered: "I heard from Zen Master Miller that he intends to turn the Zhang family's mansion in the county into a temple, maybe we can go there to find it." ”

The White Lotus Holy Son pursed his lips and didn't speak, with his brother's money-hungry surname, at most he was just talking. How could he really be willing to donate the mansion he had extorted from the big families in Ninghai County to build a temple for the people of the county for no reason?

But now, and listen to Brother Xiao'er first, it's not a bad idea to go to the county town to find out.

Brother Xiao'er only knew that Zen Master Miller ran away from home to find immortals, and he didn't know that the White Lotus Holy Son could also spell, so he stood up and said: "It's getting late now, and the gates of the county are closed, why don't you let me cast a spell and fly into the county?"

The White Lotus Holy Son didn't want to use magic either, so he nodded and agreed, and Brother Xiao'er set up a demonic wind. crossed the city wall of Ninghai County and flew directly into it to find the Zhang family's mansion in the county.

As soon as he landed, the White Lotus Holy Son was completely dumbfounded.

I saw that Zen Master Miller took off his robe alone, wearing a coarse linen robe, and there was a medicine cloth tied to his legs, and pus and blood burst out from time to time. To his surprise, Zen Master Miller's legs were injured like this, and he had not yet been lying down to rest.

Instead, he dragged his sick leg and worked hard to polish a plaque, on which the font was about to take shape. It was Xuankong in the gambling house who casually gave the three big words to the temple that Zen Master Miller wanted to establish: "Xingfu Temple." ”

The White Lotus Holy Son couldn't believe it in his heart, and opened his mouth to call: "Brother brother"

Seeing the White Lotus Holy Son and Brother Xiao'er coming, a smile bloomed on Zen Master Miller's face, and he limped to the two of them and pulled them along. Pointing to his carved plaque, he said, "Look, this is the name of the temple I built, is it good to carve it?"

Not long after Brother Xiao'er and Zen Master Miller intersected, he looked up and saw that Zen Master Miller's font dragon flying phoenix dance was a bit of a posture. Then he nodded and said, "Zen Master Miller's font has already stepped into the threshold." ”

Although Brother Xiao'er's family is a nest of fox spirits, in fact, the family history is also a scholarly child, and the calligraphy of Zen Master Miller is naturally not in his eyes.

If it was before, Zen Master Miller would inevitably feel a little unhappy.

However, after returning from a trip to the underworld, his heart changed a little. didn't think it was angry at all, but smiled modestly: "From now on, there will be no more Zen Master Miller in this world." ”

Brother Xiao'er is curious, I haven't seen him this night, why has the Zen master's heart and surname changed so much?

He asked, "There is no more Zen Master Miller?"

Before Zen Master Miller could answer, a voice suddenly came from behind and answered for him: "From now on, Zen Master Miller is the master of the Zhang family, but the master of the Zhang family is no longer Zen Master Miller!"

The White Lotus Holy Son froze, looked carefully at the person who spoke, and saw that he was dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, and his hair fluttered dashingly on his shoulders, showing an uninhibited temperament. A pair of sparkling eyes are dark and deep, making people unable to see the root at a glance. But it is very attractive, and people can't take their eyes off it.

The White Lotus Holy Son shuddered, forced himself to close his eyes, and asked, "What are you? What are you doing here?"

The man stood behind Zen Master Miller and made a mockery: "I am Xuankong, a Qi refiner of the Laoshan Sect, but I am here to accept disciples. The White Lotus Holy Son laughed and said, "Which one of the people here is your apprentice?"

Xuankong pointed to Zen Master Miller and said, "Apprentice, why don't you come here to apprentice?"

The White Lotus Holy Son looked at his elder brother in surprise, walked respectfully to Xuankong, and bowed three times and bowed to the master. Xuankong was accomplished, and his face couldn't help showing joy, and he helped Zen Master Miller up from the ground: "You will worship in my Laoshan sect in the future, but you can no longer be called a Zen master, so you have to think of a way for the teacher." ”

Zen Master Miller lowered his head, folded his hands and said, "The little monk obeys the master's orders." ”

Xuankong raised his eyebrows and snorted softly: "Huh?"

Only then did Zen Master Miller remember that his identity was different, and he touched the back of his head and smirked. He saw through this master of his own, although his methods were a little bad, but he was not bad.

In front of the Xuankong Daoist, making a rough line performance by himself will definitely win the favor of the master more than being shrewd in everything.

Sure enough, his smirk was understood by Xuankong, and he also laughed: "I won't hide it from you as a teacher, I should have four major disciples under my seat, and now I have accepted a first apprentice, that is, your senior brother's Dao is called Zixu." As a teacher, I don't show favoritism, so why don't I give you the name Chiweizi for the time being, according to the seniority in my Laoshan faction?"

The Tao is profound, the Dharma is subtle, and the Tao name given by Xuankong to Zen Master Miller vaguely also has the meaning of teaching him not to forget his roots. Chiweizi got a new name, so naturally he would not push it back, walked to Xuankong's body and saluted again: "Disciple respectfully, in the future, you must always have a pure heart and not be stained with dust!"

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