When he heard this, Guangxiao frowned, looked at the person in front of him who said everything to survive, and said, "What else does Tong Qizhen know? That person has arrived in Bianliang City... Where does he live? Where will Tong Qizhen meet this person?"

"I really don't know about this." The man looked at Monk Guangxiao with a crying voice, and then continued, "I know that Tong Qizhen will come to Bianliang. It was also when he and Jiang He talked first. I overheard a few words... I swear... nothing else." At this time, he no longer cared about much, and he called his master's name, but also sweared to Guangxiao.

The monk smiled slightly and said, "Just say it, swears that it is a fool to deceive people in the world. The monk never takes it seriously." Just when Guangxiao had already let him go and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw that the monk's hand had reached his head, with a muffled sound. The last thought of this man staying in the world: the great monk really didn't count...

The man by the window was killed instantly, and the monk said to Han Bao, who was already shocked, "Don't blame the monk, it's just that your identity is too embarrassing. It's a troublesome thing to deal with if you don't leave it. It's better to send you to the cycle of reincarnation directly. Remember to be a sedate person in the next life. Amitabha..."

While speaking, Guangxiao waved at Han Bao. A sound of watermelon breaking sounded. Han Bao, who was standing by the door, turned into a bloody mist in his head, and then fell to the ground after swaying for a few times.

"I've seen each other today. The monk is no less bad than the executioner when he kills people." Seeing the three corpses sank in three positions, Wu Mian sneered and continued to say to Guangxiao: "Now these three people are dead. Is it my turn and this old guy?"

"The monk has no choice. These three people cannot be kept or left. It is better to send them to reincarnation now than to go back to report to Tong Qizhen." Guangxiao didn't care about Wu Mian's words, but he still had to explain a few words: "These three people have become demonic, and it will still be a disaster if they don't get rid of it sooner or later. Now it's simple. Wait for Tong Qizhen to enter Bianliang. Perhaps Guangxiao can still give Xu Fu Dafang a favor this time..."

"So now, can we talk about who Tong Qizhen came to Bianliang to look for? You must know this Guangxiao." Seeing Wu Mian's disapproving expression getting heavier, Gui Bugui hurriedly changed the topic: "At the beginning, I thought that the person Tong Qizhen was looking for was you, but now it seems that I am wrong. But monk, you didn't come to Bianliang City for no reason? Now, it's time for the new king to ascend the throne. Why are Guangxiao still doing it in the capital if he doesn't return to your White Horse Temple?"

The story of Guigui's sound of Zhuying and Axe that night had already been known from Wu Mian. Now the old guy has determined that Guangxiao came to the capital this time, not as simple as protecting Zhao Guangyi's ascension to the throne. There must be something behind him that he doesn't know.

Guangxiao smiled slightly and said, "The donor's thoughts are complicated. The monk is just coming to Bianliang to spread Buddhism. As for why Tong Qizhen is eyeing me again, donor, you should go and ask him..."

After saying that, Guangxiao called a young monk over and asked him to clean the corpse in the canteen. The young monk had no expression of surprise on his face. He immediately found water and a rag. After dragging the corpse out, he began to clean up the blood on the ground. It seemed that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

When the little monk was cleaning the canteen, Guangxiao walked to the next to the rice bucket and saw that the mixed bean rice and white rice were stained with blood. He frowned and said, "What a pity, the good vegetarian rice was destroyed. I could have cooked porridge tomorrow to invite donors to drink, but now I will waste food again."

"You were wasting your life just now." Wu Mian finally couldn't help saying something. After a pause, the white-haired man turned around and walked towards the outside of the temple. He said as he walked: "Guangxiao, you'd better ask God to worship Buddha and let them bless you not to let your retribution be on me..."

Looking at Wu Mian's disappearing back, thinking of what the white-haired man said just now, Guangxiao suddenly grabbed his heart. He restrained the smile on his face, took a deep breath, and looked at Gui Bugui, who had not left, and continued: "Great Given, what will you do when you stand in the monk's position?"

"I am a monk? Then I will hand over the three people just now to Wu Mian and Gui Bugui. Let's push out the hot brazier first." The old guy smiled and continued to say to the monk: "Guangxiao, I will advise you, since you have become a monk, then jump out of the three realms... Find a pure Zen forest and practice, your dusty heart is too heavy..."

After hearing the words of Gui Bugui, Guangxiao hesitated for a moment. Then he smiled mockly and said, "It's not Guangxiao to find a pure Zen forest to practice hard. I have been thinking of immortality for a long time, and a retribution may not be a bad thing..."

"Do you want to learn from my old man, Cheng Yaojin? I've become tired of it after living for a long time?" Gui Bugui smiled and continued, "This is so simple. I have a pill recipe that can help you get rid of the immortal body..."

"Then are you waiting to die?" Guangxiao looked at Gui Bugui blankly, paused for a moment, and continued, "I am not that rough man Cheng Yaojin. I have the dignity of my immortal monk. Even if there is retribution, I will leave the world with an immortal body. You cannot be like those ordinary people. If there is really that day, Guangxiao must have the way of death that Guangxiao should have..."

"Then you look forward to it." When Gui Bugui spoke, he turned around and walked towards Wu Mian's departure. Just before he was about to leave the canteen, he suddenly turned around and continued to say to Guangxiao: "Old man, let me ask the last question, is that person coming to the capital just to see you, monk? Or do you want to see you and Tong Qizhen respectively? Tong Qizhen knew that he was going to see you, but the monk didn't know that the person was going to see him."

Guangxiao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Gui Bugui to ask such a question. After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't think of how to answer. His reaction was as expected by Gui Bugui. The old guy laughed and said again: "So, monk, you have never thought of this, so think about it slowly. After thinking it through, let's talk about it..."

After saying that, Gui Bugui turned around and walked out of the canteen. Guangxiao, who was frowning, and the young monk who was still lowering his head and rubbing blood. Looking at the old guy's back, Guangxiao said to himself: "Can you support two families with one hand? Yuanchen, go back and tell your master that Monk Guangxiao will see him today..."

"This is not possible..." The little monk who lowered his head and wiped the blood continued to work, answered: "My master finally came here, so he naturally made proper arrangements early. The master he had made appointments to meet tomorrow night, so he could not change the time..."

"Then when will your master meet Tong Qizhen? You can always talk about this?" Guangxiao didn't look at the little monk. When he spoke, he tied up two buckets of blood-stained rice together. Then he picked up the clean rag on the table and started to clean the blood on the rice bucket. The two monks were doing their own work without bothering each other.

At this moment, the little monk had cleaned up the blood on the ground. He threw the rag in his hand into the bucket, held the bucket and then said to Guangxiao: "I am just the master sent to serve the master. Yuanchen is unknown to other things about others. The canteen has been cleaned up. If the master has no other instructions, Yuanchen will leave."

While talking, the little monk held the bucket and walked out of the canteen. Seeing him walking to the door, Guangxiao suddenly said, "Go and tell your master, what would happen to Tong Qizhen if he was no longer in this world?"

The little monk stood at the door, put down the bucket, turned around and bowed to Gui Bugui, and said, "So, aren't the master worried that Tong Qizhen had said similar topics to my master?" After saying that, Yuan Chen did not wait for Monk Guangxiao's answer, picked up the bucket here and walked out of the canteen with some difficulty.
Chapter completed!