"There is more wit than greed. Xuankong observed Zen Master Miller's expression and had already seen through his psychology.

I couldn't help but hesitate in my heart, should such a disciple accept it or not?

If you don't accept it, keep the signboard of the Buddha Gate on top of him, and be greedy for money, and it will corrupt the atmosphere of the Buddha Gate. If he accepts it, he will become his teacher, and there will be a trace of karma tied to him.

He stopped following the people forward, stood in place like a needle of the sea god, and let out a long sigh.

That's it, who let himself plot other people's methods first?

In the future, if there is any retribution, I will block it for this monk disciple.

Xuankong didn't know that he was the protagonist of the Son of the Great Tribulation, and naturally had the effect of saying the law, and on the road of the future development of the Laoshan faction, he really blocked many murders for Zen Master Miller.

Zen Master Miller was smiling and watching his servants scavenge for gold and silver from the hands of the county people, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Little monk, I see that you have no intention of cultivating Buddha, but you have a fate with me, you might as well consider joining my disciple!"

Zen Master Miller immediately reacted that he was a master who threw his magic weapon bowl, and although he was angry in his heart, he did not dare to offend him.

Seeing the stranger next to Wang Qi in the distance, who spoke to help him, his mouth moved, and he snickered in his heart: "Hmph, the path of voice transmission in the air is even an ordinary mortal who understands it, can it be difficult to stop my Zen Master Miller?"

He also moved his lips slightly, and said with a smile: "The family teacher is the abbot of Fahai of Jinshan Temple, dare to ask who the predecessor is, and he came to amuse the kid?"

A tremor swept through his heart, and Xuankong said secretly: "Obediently, no wonder I am familiar with the mantra of this little monk, it turns out to be the descendant of the arrogant bald donkey in "The Legend of the White Snake"!"

Xuankong's previous life time was spent on mutual calculations with people and honey swords.

The only time I stole the empty time was to look through the protection money I collected from other children when I was a child, and I wrote a half-new vernacular "Liao Zhai". As for the famous TV movies such as "The Legend of the New White Lady" and "Green Snake" in his previous life, where has he watched it?

I just vaguely remember that Bai Suzhen is a snake demon and wants to marry Xu Xian, a scholar who opened a pharmacy, as his wife.

Fahai is an old bald donkey, so bad that he likes to meddle with things.

If there was that old demon standing behind this little monk, I am afraid that I would have to spend a little more time. Zen Master Miller brought Fahai out in order to scare away the stranger in the name of the master.

Seeing that this foreigner who called himself Xuankong was really silent in place, it was dark for a while, and the compassion on his face was even more amiable.

It is necessary to induce the county citizens to take out all the belongings on their bodies before they are satisfied.

This is really a thick thigh, and you can speak loudly!

Xuankong thought about it, Fahai is the wisdom of the heavens, the root of the Tao is profound, and there is the cultivation of arhats in the world. If he takes a big step forward in his cultivation and refines the five qi in his chest, he will be able to fight with him.

However, when he rolled his eyes, when the little fox crossed the catastrophe, he had negligently forgotten to ask more about the Taoism of the ancestor and grandfather.

But come to think of it, who is Wen Zhong?

That is the Taishi of the King of Shang, the thunder god of the Nine Heavens, Puhua Tianzun, no matter how poor his cultivation is, he has stepped into the realm of Daluo. He compared the two like this, and his heart settled down again, how to say that the Laoshan faction is also the intergenerational inheritance of Master Wen in the world.

I want to unify the Laoshan Road, if there is any disaster that I can't bear, I can't say that I have to go to heaven to move the rescuers.

Thinking of this, Xuankong grinned: "You have a relationship with me." ”

Zen Master Miller snorted in his heart, there was a fart, he pondered that this stranger was on the same road as Wang Qi. If you don't see that you have the skill to accumulate wealth and want to cut it, or you are bewitched by Wang Qi and come to make it difficult for you.

He folded his hands together and said, "World-honored Dizang, the little monk has been bent on seeking Buddha, and no matter how good things are outside, he no longer thinks about them." ”

"Pretend, pretend to be quite similar!" Xuankong was happy, and left a sentence: "Little monk, I see that your heavenly court is sunken, and your face is gloomy, but I am afraid that the disaster of killing is close at hand." Why don't you worship under my Laoshan faction and save your life?"

Zen Master Miller said secretly: "If you don't come to embarrass me, what calamity do I have?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the people were not paying attention, he pulled his face and grimaced at Xuankong, and then resumed his hands with a smile. Xuan Qi laughed, his own master, although he did not learn the thunder god spells sent by Laoshan well.

But in the end, he relied on the art of face-to-face and rolled on the rivers and lakes for most of his life.

Xuankong mana is far superior to the old Dao leader, and he also has his own unique views on physiognomy. He would not lie to Zen Master Miller for the sake of a disciple, there is no need for this.

He really saw that Zen Master Miller was riddled with karma, and he was just talking about it.

It's just that the other party doesn't believe it, and Xuankong can't help it, so he shook his head and continues to persuade Zen Master Miller to abandon the Buddha and return to the Tao. But he didn't prevent the cuffs from being pulled, and when he looked back, it was the little junior brother Wang Qi who was holding a woman who was seven points similar to him and crying there.

It seems that this woman is older than Wang Qiqi and should be Wang Qi's sister.

Xuankong rubbed his hands, thinking about giving the little junior brother a face, but he reached out and touched his sleeve, but his face was bitter. He was alone for twenty years before he got a fairy sword and gave it to his apprentice, and refined a sunshine bowl and left it to the two sisters, Xiangyu and Jiangxue.

For a while, although there were clutter in the sleeves, there were few things that could be handled.

And these small things are also very meaningful to themselves, and they can't be given to others at will.

It's just that Wang Qi and Xuankong have stayed together for a few months, and they haven't learned anything else, but the habit of giving gifts when they meet on the rivers and lakes has been fully learned. In the Laoshan faction, he only learned the spells of general wall penetration and earth escape, and the "Essential Sword Tips" in his hand was still passed on by Xuankong.

At this moment, he was also dumbfounded, looking at the senior brother, hoping that Xuankong could take out a basket of fairy treasures from his hundred treasure cuffs. Thinking back to all the juniors and disciples of the Laoshan faction, although they all had the intention of going down the mountain to show off after learning some spells.

But only Wang Qi is still willing to work hard, and in the end, he is also the official disciple of the future Laoshan faction who is recognized by himself, and he can't be embarrassed too much.

Xuankong made a bitter face and dug in his sleeve.

Wang Qi led his sister to talk on the side, Wang Qi was already handsome, and his sister could still see the charm even though she was older. A pair of wonderful eyes kept sweeping over the empty space where he lowered his head and looked for something on his body.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that people have taken a fancy to Xuankong, they're just thinking: "This person is Xiao Qi's senior brother?" Fortunately, the words in her heart were not heard by Wang Qi, otherwise she would have vomited three liters of blood: "My senior brother Mu Ne, sluggish, how can these two words not match him!";