Chapter 421: Old Friends of the Zen Temple

There are many trees in the Zangxin Zen Temple, and there are several Bodhi trees surrounded by people growing in front of and behind the house.

In the middle, there are several golden Buddha statues enshrined in a hall of more than ten feet in length. More than a dozen young monks, who are from the age of three to five to seventeen or eighteen, are chanting Buddhist scriptures to the Buddha statue under the leadership of an old monk in sixty. The old monk in sixty didn’t have any Buddha power to cultivate, but the Buddha energy was entangled all over his body, and there was a circle of Buddha light behind his head. He was obviously a Taoist person who was good at studying Buddhist principles.

The other young monks were already asleep on the cushion. The older ones were just in line with the young monk's chanting scriptures and said nothing. They sat cross-legged on the cushion, sniffing from time to time, and smelling the aroma of big steamed buns floating out of the kitchen in the backyard.

The little monk holding Wuqi led him to fly straight through the main hall, bypassed the back hall and wing room in the second yard, and came to the backyard. There were several simple thatched cottages in the backyard, and on the left were more than thirty acres of farmland, with half-yellow and half-green rice growing inside, and several acres of land planted with vegetables such as vegetables, radishes, and on the right were the wood-room houses and several stone houses built with large stones. The aroma of making soup was floating out of a stone house.

An old monk about eight feet tall and skinny and thin, swaying from the kitchen with a pot of porridge and feeding several hunting dogs playing in front of the hut. The monk holding Wuqi shouted when he saw the old monk: "Master, my disciple has created another seven-level pagoda. Unfortunately, my disciple has had a weak magic power, and only half of it is up to you to do the rest!"

The old monk turned his head tremblingly, and the cold light in his eyes was like lightning. He swept his head at Wuqi, then he nodded slowly and said, "Shana, Shana, this fellow Taoist is seriously injured. Well, is this fellow Taoist being robbed of wealth or being robbed of lust? Why are all his clothes stripped away?" His eyes swept over the black dragon spirit ring and spiritual ring hanging on Wuqi's chest. The old monk suddenly laughed: "It seems that he is robbed of lust. The fellow Taoist has no money or goods at all!"

The old monk and the young monk echoed the words, so angry that Wuqi almost jumped up and broke their bald heads. This young monk was just the early stage of the Jindan cultivation, and the old monk also got the peak of the Jindan strength. It was for them to be brave enough that when they met cultivators in trouble outside, they would dare to take them to their own nests. Could it be that they didn't know that there was a saying in this world called "unpredictable human hearts"?

Looking at the old monk's bright smile, Wuqi coughed violently and said with a wry smile: "Master is joking. Hey, I just met a few opponents and was injured. My clothes were burned by my opponent. How dare I ask the master's name?"

The old monk put down the porridge and closed his mouth and said, "I am hiding my heart, that is my evil disciple who keeps my heart."

Wuqi was about to hypocritically praise the master and apprentice's magical name, indeed, is exquisite, clever, and IELTS. A thatched hut next to him suddenly opened, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice came out: "Master, when will we leave this ghost place? Every day, the disciples can't stand the vegetables and radishes! The disciples want to eat meat, drink wine, and women!"

Accompanied by this dry and ugly voice, his face was ugly, and he was wearing a rough linen monk's robe. The blood madman, who was unable to walk steadily, walked out one after another. The blood madman was thinner than when Wuqi first saw him, and he was as thin as the old monk Zangxin. Wuqi always felt that the blood madman was as thin as the Rwandan refugees on earth. He could not see anything on his face except for a pair of pale big eyes and two rows of pale big teeth.

The blood madman walked out with a vine stick and trembled. He complained that the living conditions in Zangxin Zen Temple were too poor, and then he laughed happily: "Hehe, let the madman see which unlucky guy was rescued by the monk here like our master and apprentice? Hehe, we have been gnawing vegetables and radishes for half a year, and we haven't seen any meat foam!"

Wuqi looked at the blood madman in a daze. He had just walked out of the hut and his eyes were hurt by the sun. The blood madman who rubbed his eyes hard suddenly saw Wuqi and was stunned. The two of them stared at each other with big eyes for a long time before the blood madman screamed: "Master, it's not good, your opponent is coming to the door!"

A violent coughing sound came, accompanied by the rapid footsteps, and it was also thin and thin, but Lao Ai, who was still burly and evil, ran out of another thatched hut. As soon as he left the hut, Lao Ai shook his body and almost fell to the ground. He stared at Wuqi tightly, pointed at Wuqi with a trembling hand and shouted, "You really want to kill them all? Our master and disciple have already hidden here, and you still won't let us go?"

He stroked his cheek in surprise, and Wuqi had no choice but to find that when he was escaping underground, in order to deal with the death aura in his body, he no longer cared about the magic of changing his appearance and body shape. Now he was exposed to Lao Ai and the blood madman, his original appearance was exactly what he was.

With a bitter smile, Wuqi shook his head with difficulty and said, "You two, can you be safe after separation for several years? You guys have run so far!"

Wuqi admired Lao Ai and the Blood Madman from the bottom of his heart. They had no idea what was going on outside, so they actually ran from Wanxianxing to Pangu Continent, and it seemed that they had successfully escaped from the siege after being seriously injured. How could he not admire him?

With a sigh, Wuqi nodded and said, "We can all meet such a large Pangu Continent, and it is indeed a fate!"

Lao Ai, the blood madman was stunned and looked at each other. They saw that Wuqi had no malice towards their master and disciple, and Wuqi was also seriously injured, and even his fingers were rarely moved. No matter how hard he looked, he didn't seem to be chasing their master and disciple.

After pondering for a while, Lao Ai shook his head and said with a strange smile: "You are not here to chase us! If you want to chase someone, you don't want to beg for it, you are not qualified!"

The blood madman sneered a few times. He rubbed his finger joints hard, making a crisp "crack" sound, and sneered: "Master, why not be this kid here? He is the grandson-in-law of Yan Dan's guy. Among the people who severely damaged Master that day, there was Yan Dan's husband!"

"Huh?" Old Monk Zangxin glared at his eyes and punched the blood madman's head with several heavy punches. The old monk shouted angrily: "Rareless! This is the pure land of Buddhism, how can you fight and kill? Since you have known each other, you have escaped here after being seriously injured. It proves that you have a destiny with Buddhism. It is the Buddha's intention. Let you meet here and resolve your grudges! Who dares to say that fighting and killing is not even a vegetable or carrot! "

The blood madman was beaten so hard that he screamed, and hurriedly hugged his head and fled to Lao Ai's side.

The old monk was waiting to teach the blood madman a few punches. The door of the kitchen next to him suddenly opened. A strong monk, who was fat and strong, about 100,000 feet tall, and had a waist of at least 100,000 feet, and was covered with white and white wavy waves, walked out in big strides. The monk was carrying a basket of steamed buns in his left hand and a pot of green vegetables and radishes in his right hand, shouting: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat, the bald donkeys are all here to eat!"

After a cup of tea, at the gate of Zangxin Zen Temple, Wuqi, Lao Ai, and the blood madman squatted on the threshold about the foot of the Zen Temple. He held two children's heads in his left hand, and a bowl of adult's face size in his right hand, filled with vegetables, radishes, and rice porridge without any oil and salt. He looked deep at the valley ahead.

After chewing a bite of steamed bun that was as hard as a stone, and taking a sip of rice porridge with clear soup, water and no taste at all, Wuqi breathed deeply: "Master and disciple of Changxin, this kind of food has been around for half a year? I'm sorry for you, I really mist you!"

Lao Ai, the blood madman looked at the rough food in his hands without tears, slowly opened his mouth, and ate a bite of the steamed bun.

"If I hadn't been seriously injured, I would have been unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and could only rely on these rice and flour to replenish my physical strength. I would have... broken these bald heads, burned the Zen temple, and roasted all these bald donkeys!" Lao Ai's body was trembling, and he howled in a low voice: "Half a year, 189 days, there is only one coarse meal every day that even pigs and dogs don't eat..."

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

Lao Ai's voice trembled and accused: "There are only a group of old monks, big monks, and little monks who have been around you all day long and say that you have a fate with Buddhism and want you to shave your hair and become a monk. Don't let me restore my magical powers, otherwise, otherwise..."

Wuqi looked at Master Liu Ai's disciple and sighed quietly: "You must not forget the grace of saving your life. If you kill your life savior, be tsk, the inner demons are entangled, the demonic obstacles you will be able to practice in the future!"

Lao Ai almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He glared at Wuqi in anger and turned around and was too lazy to look at him again.

Wuqi ignored Lao Ai, but found the blood madman and asked him about the experiences of the master and apprentice over the past few years.

Things were very simple. That day they killed Yu Hetian. After Lao Ai digested the Yuanyin energy that had been taken from Yu Qianqian's body, the master and disciple slowly returned to Jidu. As soon as they returned to Jidu, Lao Ai was invited by Su Meier to comprehend the magical power of dual cultivation.

Just when Lao Ai was about to die in an immortality and could not become an immortal, Yan Dan led Da Yan to exert his strength to all the masters and almost turned Lao Ai into ashes on the spot. Fortunately, Lao Ai's great joy treasure wheel was extremely powerful, protecting the blood madman who was also seriously injured and fled out of Jidu. The master and disciple fled in a panic, passed through the Ten Thousand Immortal Stars and the White Cloud Stars, from the White Cloud Stars and the Small Cave Yuantian Realm, and then to the Protian Realm. Then they avoided the pursuit, robbed the monks and robbed the spirit stones, and escaped to Pangu Continent by luck.

When they arrived in Pangu Continent, the master and disciple were already scarred and died in one breath. But they were still lustful. When they met several beautiful female cultivators passing by on the road, Lao Ai immediately rushed up to the robbery and prepared to snatch a few furnaces and cauldrons to heal. God knew that the beautiful female cultivators were extremely hard in the background. Lao Ai had just successfully snatched away two female cultivators in the Golden Elixir realm. A 32-grade immortal came through the air and almost threw Lao Ai and the blood madman into ashes with one blow.

The master and the disciple escaped by chance, but they could have the strength to jump around for a few times. When they were rescued by the little monk Shouxin, they were already dying and covered in body, and they were no different from ordinary mortals. If it weren't for this, with Lao Ai's nature, how could he stay in the Zen temple to eat steamed buns obediently?

After hearing the blood madman's crying, Wuqi was about to laugh a few times when a cloud suddenly shone above the valley, and a cloud of clouds supported seven or eight handsome and beautiful young men falling down.

The handsome man who led the team threw a small storage bag to Wuqi. He said coldly: "This mountain is the territory of my Anhe Chengmin family. There are 100 low-grade spirit stones inside, so you can move them out within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, we should not blame us for demolishing your broken Zen temple!"

Wuqi picked up the storage bag that fell in front of him.
Chapter completed!