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Tibetan Heart Zen Temple, forest forest, everywhere you can see several people surrounded by Bodhi trees growing in front of the house and behind the house.

In the middle of a large hall with a length and width of more than ten zhang, several golden Buddha statues are enshrined in it, and more than a dozen little monks ranging from three or five years old to seventeen or eighteen years old are reciting Buddhist scriptures to the Buddha statue under the leadership of an old monk in a flower armor. The old monk in Huajia did not have the slightest bit of Buddha cultivation, but the Buddha qi was entwined all over his body, and there was a faint circle of Buddha light behind his head.

The other little monks, a few young ones have fallen asleep on the futon, and those who are older are just in response to the little monk's reciting scriptures without a heart, sitting on the futon without a sound, snorting from time to time, smelling the aroma of big steamed buns wafting from the backyard room.

The little monk holding Beg took him straight through the central hall, bypassed the apse and wing room in the double courtyard, and came to the backyard. There are a few simple huts in the backyard, and on the left are more than 30 acres of farmland, in which half-yellow and half-green rice grows just right, and a few acres of land are planted with vegetables such as green vegetables and radishes. On the right is a firewood room and a stone house made of several large stones, and the aroma of boiling medicine wafts from one stone house.

An old monk about eight feet tall and skinny was swaying out of the room with a pot of gruel to feed the hounds that were playing in front of the hut. The monk holding Beg shouted when he saw the old monk: "Master, the apprentice has built a seventh-level floating slaughter, but unfortunately the apprentice's mana is shallow, only half of it has been made, and the remaining half depends on you!"

The old monk turned his head tremblingly, the cold light in his eyes was like electricity, and he swept it away at Bei Qi, and then slowly nodded and said, "Good, good, this Taoist friend is so seriously injured." Hmm, was this Taoist friend robbed of his wealth or robbed?Why was his clothes stripped naked?" His eyes swept over the black dragon spirit ring and the nurturing spirit ring hanging on his chest, and the old monk suddenly laughed: "It seems that it was robbed, but the money and goods of the Taoist friend are not less at all!"

The words of the old monk and the young monk echoed back and forth, so angry that they almost jumped up and broke their bald heads. This little monk is just the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan, and the old monk is also so-so mixed with the strength of the peak of Jindan, thanks to their boldness, when they encounter a monk in distress outside, they dare to take it to their own old nest, is it possible that they don't know that there is a saying in this world called 'unpredictable people'?

Looking at the old monk's bright smile, Beqi coughed violently and said with a wry smile: "The master said he was laughing." Hey, Poor Dao just bumped into a few opponents, and he couldn't resist being injured, and his clothes were also burned by his opponents. Dare to ask the Master Buddha number?"

The old monk put down the porridge basin, folded his ten and said in a long voice: "The old man hides his heart, that is the old man guarding his heart." ”

Don Beg was about to pretend to praise the master and apprentice of the other people, and the name of the master and apprentice was indeed jīng wonderful and ingenious and simple IELTS, when the door of a thatched hut on the side suddenly opened, and a hoarse and ugly voice came out: "Master, when will we be able to leave this ghost place?

With this dry and ugly voice, the blood madman with an ugly face and a rough linen monk's robe on his body, who could not walk steadily, walked out with one foot high and one foot low. The blood maniac is thinner than when Bei Qi first saw him, and he is so thin that he is comparable to the old monk of Tibet, and Bei Qi always feels that the blood maniac is as thin as the Rwandan refugees on the earth, and he can't see anything on his face except for a pair of big white eyes and two rows of big white teeth.

The blood madman walked out trembling with a rattan cane, he complained that the living conditions of the Tibetan Heart Monastery were too poor, and then smiled happily: "Hehe, let the madman take a look, which unlucky guy was saved by the monk here like our master and apprentice?"

Don Beg looked at the blood maniac blankly, just walked out of the hut, his eyes hurt from the sun's rays, and the blood maniac who rubbed his eyes fiercely suddenly saw Beggar, and he was also stunned. The two stared at each other for a long time before the blood madman screamed: "Master, it's not good, the opponent is coming to the door!"

A violent cough came, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, and Chang Yu, who was also thin and out of shape, but still burly and evil, strode out of another thatched hut. As soon as he got out of the hut, Chang Yu's body shook and almost fell to the ground. He stared at Beqi deadly, trembling and stretched out his hand to point at Beqi and shouted: "If you really want to kill them all, you will never succeed? Our master and apprentice have already hid here, and you still refuse to let us go?"

Stunned, he stroked his cheek, and begged to find that when he was running underground, in order to deal with the dead qi in his body, he had no care about the spell that changed his appearance and body shape, and now he was exposed to Chang Yu and the blood madman, it was his original appearance.

With a wry smile, Beqi shook his head with difficulty and said, "Two of you, don't say a few years, can you be okay?"

Bei Qi admired the two masters and apprentices of Chang Yu and Blood Maniac in his heart, they didn't know what the outside world was like, they actually ran all the way from Wanxian Star to Pangu Continent, and it seemed that they were seriously injured and successfully escaped from the encirclement, how could he not admire.

Sighing lightly, don't beg your head and say: "With such a big Pangu Continent, we can all meet, and it is really fate!"

Chang Yu and the blood madman were stunned and glanced at each other. They saw that Beg had no ill will towards their master and apprentice, and Beqi was also seriously injured, and even his fingers rarely moved, so it didn't look like he was here to hunt down their master and apprentice.

After pondering for a moment, Chang Yu shook his head and said with a strange smile: "You are not here to hunt down and kill us! If you want to hunt down and kill someone, you don't beg, you are not qualified enough!"

The blood madman sneered a few times, he rubbed his finger joints hard, made a 'click' crisp sound, and sneered: "Master, why don't you be this kid here?" He is Yan Dan's grandson-in-law, and among the people who hit Shizun hard, there is Yan Dan's husband!"

"Huh?" The old monk of Tibetan heart glared, and hit the head of the blood madman with a few heavy punches, and the old monk shouted angrily: "Presumptuous! This is the pure land of Buddhism, how can you fight and kill? Since you have known each other, and you have all fled here after being seriously injured, it proves that you have a relationship with Buddhism, and it is the Buddha's intention, let you meet here and resolve your grudges! Who dares to say that you are fighting and killing, and you don't even have to eat green vegetables and radishes!"

The blood maniac was beaten and screamed, and fled to Chang Yu's side with his head in his hands.

The old monk was waiting for a few punches to teach the blood madman a few punches, and the door of the room next to him suddenly opened, and a strong monk who was fat and strong, tall and tall, with a waist circumference of at least one foot and two feet, and was covered with white flowers and flesh waves, strode out. The monk carried a basket of steamed buns in his left hand and a pot of rice porridge mixed with vegetables and radishes in his right hand, and shouted: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat, the bald donkeys have come to eat!"

After a tea time, at the gate of the Tibetan Heart Zen Temple, Beggar, Chang Yu, and Blood Maniac squatted on the threshold of the Zen Courtyard, carrying two children's head-sized multigrain steamed buns in their left hands, and holding a chéngrén door-sized sea bowl in their right hand, which was filled with vegetables, radishes, and rice porridge without a little oil and salt, and looked at the valley in front of them with deep eyes.

After taking a bite of the half-cooked steamed bun that was as hard as a stone, and drinking a mouthful of rice porridge with no taste in the clear soup and little water, Bei Qi exhaled deeply: "Master and apprentice of Changxin Wang, this kind of food has been going on for half a year?

Chang Yu and the blood madman looked at the rough grain in his hand without tears, slowly opened his mouth, and took a bite of the steamed bun fiercely.

"If it weren't for the serious injury of this king, he would not be able to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to heal his injuries, and he could only rely on these rice noodles to replenish his physical strength, and this king would have ...... long ago I would have broken these bald heads a long time ago, burned down this Zen courtyard, and roasted and eaten these bald donkeys!" Chang Yu's body was trembling, and he howled in a low voice: "Half a year, one hundred and eighty-nine days, there is only one meal of this kind of coarse food that pigs and dogs don't eat every day......"

The blood madman cried in a low voice: "No wine and meat, no beautiful women, nothing." ”

Chang Yu's voice trembled and complained: "Only a group of old monks, big monks, and young monks surround you all day long and say that you have a relationship with Buddhism, and ask you to shave your hair and become a monk." Don't let this king recover his supernatural mana, otherwise, otherwise it will ......"

Don't beg to glance at the master and apprentice, and sighed faintly: "The grace of saving your life cannot be forgotten, if you kill your life-saving benefactor, tsk, your heart is full of demons, and the demonic obstacles you will cultivate in the future will be great!"

Chang Yu almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood, glared at Bei Qi angrily, turned around and didn't bother to look at him again.

Don't beg and ignore Chang Yu, but found the blood madman and asked him about what happened to the master and apprentice in the past two years.

The matter is also very simple, then rì they killed Yu Hetian, and after Chang Yu digested the Yuan yīn qi taken from Yu Qianqian's body, the master and apprentice slowly returned to Jidu, but as soon as they returned to Jidu, Chang Yu was invited by Su Meier to participate in the double cultivation of supernatural powers.

Just when Chang Yu yù immortal yù died and could not become an immortal and could not die, Yan Dan led all the masters of the Great Yan Dynasty to worship with all his strength, and almost turned Chang Yu into ashes on the spot. Fortunately, the Great Joy Treasure Wheel was extremely powerful, and he protected the blood maniac who was also seriously injured and escaped all the way out of Jidu. The master and apprentice fled in a hurry, passing through the Ten Thousand Immortal Stars and the White Cloud Star, from the White Cloud Star to the Xiaodong Yuan Heaven Realm, and then to the Puluo Heaven Realm, and then they evaded the pursuit all the way, robbed the monks all the way and robbed the spirit stones, and escaped to the Pangu Continent by luck.

When they arrived in the Pangu Continent, the master and apprentice were already scarred and couldn't breathe away from death. However, they were not dead, and when they met a few beautiful female cultivators passing by, Chang Yu immediately rushed up to rob him, preparing to snatch a few furnaces to heal his injuries. God knows that those beautiful female cultivators are extremely hard in the background, Chang Yu has just successfully snatched away two female cultivators of the Jindan realm, and a thirty-two-rank heavenly immortal broke through the air, and almost sent Chang Yu and the blood madman to ashes with one blow.

The master and apprentice escaped by luck, but they still had the strength to jump a few times, and when they were rescued back to the Tibetan Heart Meditation Monastery by the little monk who guarded the heart, they were already dying and sparse, no different from ordinary mortals. If it weren't for that, how could he obediently stay in the Zen courtyard and gnaw on the nest?

Listening to the cry of the blood madman, Beg was about to gloat and laugh a few times, when suddenly a cloud shone above the valley, and a cloud of clouds carried seven or eight young men who were born handsome and beautiful.

The handsome man who led the team casually threw a small storage bag to Beggar, and he said coldly: "This mountain land is the territory of my Anhe Chengmin family. There are 100 low-grade spirit stones in it, and you are limited to move them out within a quarter of an hour, otherwise we will blame us for demolishing your broken Zen temple!"

Don't pick up the storage bag that fell in front of him.

What is this for? Did he come across the Pangea version of the demolition?