Shi Qian's words annoyed Lu Zhishen, making him feel a little embarrassed. He shouted: "Shajia said he couldn't go, so he won't go!"

While it was noisy, someone drank: "Zhishen..."

Lu Zhishen suddenly felt like a mouse meeting a cat, his body suddenly stiffened, and he turned around and smiled: "Master!"

Komuning glanced at it and saw that it was a thin old monk. But he scared Lu Zhishen, who was rough in character, into this look.

But after he looked again, he found that the old monk was really unfathomable. Just after he glanced, he couldn't help but think of the Mediterranean Sea in his hometown. It was also such a deep and unfathomable source of peace. It seemed that standing beside him, he could feel his heart calm down.

"If you want to go, you go!" said Elder Zhizhen: "I can do it all in the host of Daxiangguo Temple. What can you eat for a meal of wine?"

Lu Zhishen smiled and said, "Master, don't be angry, can't I go and cause harm?"

"No!" Elder Zhizhen said, "I'm afraid you will go and beat people crazy!"

Lu Zhishen said: "Okay, I won't go!"

"That's not OK, I still have to go!" said Elder Zhizhen.

"Okay, I'll just go!" If someone else had been amused by Elder Zhizhen like this, Lu Zhishen was worthy of being smart and quickly reacted: "I promise not to cause trouble!"

Elder Zhizhen nodded and said in his mouth: "There is no outside the mind, but no outside the Dharma. It is free from words and words, the name, the mind and fate..." Then he floated away like this, picked up the wine jar. Seeing that the guests had no wine in their bowls, he went full.

"Strange. This old monk...uh, what did your master say?" Shi Qian asked curiously. But he felt a little contemptuous. Seeing that this old monk was also the host of Daxiangguo Temple, he didn't know how to be more reserved.

The Daxiangguo Temple not only held a big banquet, but also celebrated Shang's father's wedding. Even the host actually came to entertain guests in person. This flattery was so "ciluo" naked. Look at these monks, the banquet was actually meat and vegetables. Even monks didn't care about their compassion.

Without mentioning Shi Qian's contempt, Lu Zhishen said in a rough voice: "How can the Sa family know what it means? It is probably that Tao is in the shit and urine. All Buddhas are in the shit and urine, and Master Shangfu is also in the shit and urine..."

Shi Qian's face turned green and he didn't dare to speak anymore. This monk Hua was irritable and annoyed him. He really dared to use his old boxing!

Shang's father's house is even more lively today. The lights are brightly lit. There are people everywhere on several nearby streets, lit incense and candles, and praying sincerely there.

Although Shangfu’s mansion held a large banquet today, even the civil and military officials of the court came on foot and were not allowed to ride horses and carriages. Otherwise, the place would be blocked.

Shi Qian pulled everyone into the side door. Lu Zhishen was furious: "Grandma, we are guests, not his servants. Why don't we go to the main door..." He said that, regardless of Shi Qian's pull, he insisted on entering the main door.

But I saw many people registering gifts at the main entrance. As soon as he approached, he heard someone sing a loud salute: "Minister Chen of the Ministry of Revenue, two pairs of white jade. Hundred taels of gold..."

"The Master Cai from Hangzhou, Yan Liben's original work "The Story of the Emperor" and a White Jade Heavenly Venerable. Five ivory pillars that were tributed overseas, ten taels of white dragon brain, five pairs of turtle umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbilical umbil

Lu Zhishen looked at him sideways and saw that the Hangzhou governor Cai Sheng was proudly raising his head in the singing. It seemed that he was the most precious gift, and he got the first prize. Under the gaze of the guests around him, he felt very proud.

Shi Qian grabbed Lu Zhishen and complained: "I have let you go to the wrong place, you don't believe it yet. This main door is specially for those suckers!"

Lu Zhishen felt unhappy. Looking at the person sitting at the gate of Master Wen Da and helping to register, Qin Hui, who was clamoring against Master Wen Da and the most fierce position in Tokyo City. Lu Zhishen immediately spat a heavy mouthful of phlegm on the ground: "My mother, a nest of snakes and rats!"

The phlegm was not tight, but it almost spitted on Qin Hui's boots. Qin Hui was also in a deep state. Looking at the monk's appearance, he knew that he was not an easy person. He was not angry, but just smiled and said, "Brother, be careful!"

If it were Li Kui, he might have to be crazy and make a big fuss. However, Lu Zhishen still has face and does not hit the smiling person, but he is thick on the outside and delicate on the inside. If someone says this, he is embarrassed to make trouble again.

But at this moment, Wu Song strode up, threw down a handful of two holy money, and shouted: "Wu Song, a traveler in Qinghe County, has 10,000 yuan..."

He kept rushing to Cai Jing, holding the collar and hitting him. Poor Cai Jing was proud, but he didn't expect that a hero like a tiger or wolf would rush up to him and was knocked down on his nose with a punch, and a peach blossom on his face suddenly appeared.

"You Cai Hu, too, is today. It's in Grandpa Wu's hands, so I can't spare you!" Just as I was about to punch him, I was hugged by Shi Qian, who had already complained, and shouted: "Brother, don't beat you, I kindly bring you to drink, why are you hitting people randomly without any distinction!"

Wu Song smiled grimly and said, "I have wanted to kill this thief for a long time. Relying on his father's power, he abused the politics and harmed the people in his post in Hangzhou. The people complained and called Cai Hu. Brother, I'm sorry..." He pinched Cai Jing's neck and waited for a hard time to cut off the thief's neck.

Just as he exclaimed, a green light slid across. Wu Song screamed, his thick arm broke, and the wound was extremely flat, but it was directly cut off by a sharp weapon.

The green light slightly turned in the air and was swallowed by a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest had gray hair, but was elegant in temperament. He walked over from the street like flowing water.

Komuning took a look and felt his heart suddenly shrink. God, what did he see just now? The green light was obviously a sword, so why did this Taoist swallow it into his stomach in a blink of an eye?

"You dare to hurt my brother," Lu Zhishen shouted loudly, like a tiger roar in the deep mountains. With one sound, the valley had to respond and all the beasts were to be intimidated. He did not bring weapons today, and he punched the Taoist priest, like beating a drum, with a terrifying power.

"Dong..." It seemed like a war drum was being beaten again. Even Komuning looked at it and felt like he was shouting and killing the sky on the battlefield with bloody sun. The war drum was beating.

It was so amazing, Komuning was amazed in his heart. He had always known that the friend who was introduced by Wu Song was very powerful and had amazing strange power. He never thought that the monk could shake his spirit while taking action. It made people hallucinate it. It was really terrifying!

However, something that made him lose his eyes even more. The Taoist priest just shouted coldly, and with a squirt in his nose, there were two white lights, like flying swords, piercing the big drum and slashing directly at Lu Zhishen's head.

"No, what kind of magic is this!" Komuning was shocked. Wu Song was injured just now, so he didn't have time to react.

At this time, you have to take action. A magic wand appeared in your hand like a magician. With a wave, a green flame was sprayed out and burned towards the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest exclaimed, obviously he had never seen such a magic from afar, and he was a little strange. With a wave of his sleeve, the air was compressed and crushed like an air wall. He let the flames go out.

Komuning was shocked. This was when he was on his way to the Song Dynasty. When he passed some Zoroastrian temples, he saw those temples lit the holy fire that was immortal.

The flame seemed to be gushing out from the ground, burning for thousands of years and never extinguished!

If it were in the past, Komuning would never have known the secret of Zoroastrianism, but in this era, Zoroastrianism almost disappeared, and even the holy temple was destroyed. Finally, Komuning found the opportunity to find out the secret of the holy fire, which is the natural gas contained under the earth, which burns when it encounters fire. It is extremely magical.

As a great alchemist, Komuning cracked this secret and was always quite proud in his heart, believing that he had finally mastered the secret of the fire element. Naturally, through alchemy, he could create similar gases and emit flames to burn people.

This magical flame helped Komuning to deal with many dangers. But he never thought that one day he would be broken so easily. He couldn't help but look scared.

"The carvings are small, evil demons and heretics" The Taoist could recognize the end of this flame at a glance. He was already a hundred years old and had a wide range of knowledge. He had never seen anything? Some people in Shu used this flame to boil salt thousands of years ago.

As a sword light passed, when Komuning and Lu Zhishen were about to splash blood under the sword, he heard a soft cry: "Senior brother, please calm down, why bother with these juniors!"

I saw an old monk blocking the flying sword, with a white hair between his eyebrows. He actually lowered his head and put it on his face, and wanted to use this flesh and blood body to block the flying sword.

When Lu Zhishen saw this, he was so scared that he was scattered: "Master..." he was about to fit in front of his master, but the old monk reached out and calmed down Lu Zhishen.

The flying sword was extremely sharp. Before the sword arrived, a sharpness that hit the face had already cut through the old monk's cheeks, and wisps of blood flowed out.

Then the green light paused in the air and flew back to the Taoist hand. He sneered: "Monkey, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Elder Zhizhen smiled and said, "The killing or not killing is only with the senior brother. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

The Taoist priests showed disgust on their faces. The most annoying thing was these bald donkeys who were whining and didn't say a word.

"So it's Zhenren Luo," Wen Fei's voice came from afar: "Today is my great day. What's the point of fighting and killing here?"
Chapter completed!