"Sweeping monk, right?"
Song Qian suddenly spoke, staring at him and said: "My brother said the Taoist name, but you don't even want to say the Taoist name. Why, don't you give me face?"
The sweeping monk's expression changed when he heard this.
There are all kinds of dirty things secretly going on between Buddhism and Taoism. Now that Song Qian had spoken out, he couldn't help but ignore the issue of face.
After a moment of thought, he clasped his hands together, nodded slightly and said with a smile: "The title of the poor monk has not been mentioned for more than a hundred years... When the poor monk entered the ordination, the master gave him the title of Kongran!"
"Empty?"
Song Qian scratched her head and didn't hear it.
Seeing how coquettish he was when he appeared, I thought he was the founder of Shaolin Bodhidharma!
On the other hand, the two eminent monks Xuanji and Xuannan were stunned for a moment after hearing the word Kongran, and then they knelt down and kowtowed.
"Disciple Xuanji!"
"Disciple Xuannan!"
"Meet the Master!"
The Kongzi generation is several generations higher than the Xuanzi generation. If this sweeping monk is really an eminent monk of the Kongzi generation, it would be okay for the two of them to call him their ancestor.
Song Xuan looked a little strange.
What exactly is the name of Monk Sweeping the Earth, and where does it come from, is not mentioned in the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragon. He has always been called Monk Sweeping the Earth. Unexpectedly, I heard his name here.
"Everyone get up!"
The sweeping monk just glanced at the two of them and focused on Song Xuan again.
As for Song Qian, he just glanced at it and subconsciously moved his eyes away. Instinctively, he didn't want to provoke this person. He felt something ominous about this woman!
It seems that if you provoke her, something bad will happen to you.
On the other hand, at Yaoyue, the sweeping monk took a second look, frowned slightly, and the Buddha's light all over his body showed the appearance of the Buddha. If he didn't want to cause trouble, he would even want to slap it out with one palm!
The Buddhist skills he practices seem to be extremely disgusting to Yao Yue!
This situation illustrates a problem. This Taoist-robed woman who hides her head and tail is definitely cultivating evil and heretic methods!
"Taoist Master Xuantian!"
The sweeping monk pointed at Yao Yue, "I wonder what the relationship is between this female donor and the Taoist Priest?"
"He is a poor Taoist monk!"
Song Xuan looked at him, "What, what's the problem?"
The sweeping monk hesitated for a moment, but he still said: "The Taoist monk's matter is of great importance, and I hope the Taoist Master will give it serious consideration. The poor monk can only say that you, the Taoist monk, do not seem simple, and are most likely a member of the devil's sect! "
"Oh, I know!"
Song Xuan took off his bamboo hat and smiled half-heartedly, "So, what happens next?"
The compassionate smile on the face of the sweeping monk faded, he stared at Song Xuan and said solemnly: "Evil heretics, everyone will kill them. As the leader of a Taoist sect, how can the Taoist priest allow the demons to wreak havoc in the world?"
"Old monk, you are teaching me how to do things!"
As he spoke, he pointed at his face, "Look carefully, do you recognize it?"
The sweeping monk was stunned and secretly thought, could this person be an old friend from many years ago?
But he looked at it carefully for a long time, frowned and thought for a moment, and finally shook his head, "I can't remember. Did the Taoist priest have any interactions with the poor monk?"
"You don't recognize me. It seems that you have indeed been meditating for many years and stopped caring about worldly matters!"
Although I dare not say that Song Xuan's appearance has spread all over the world, but in martial arts holy places like Shaolin, it is estimated that portraits should be obtained.
After all, he is the new generation commander of the Xuanyi Guards. How could a sect like Shaolin, a well-rounded sect that is good at seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, not pay attention to this?
The sweeping monk in front of him did not recognize him, which only meant that he had indeed been practicing hard and not caring about worldly affairs before.
Xuanji and Xuannan used their eyesight to see Song Xuan's face clearly, but unfortunately, Song Xuan at this moment seemed to be shrouded in layers of light curtains in their eyes, and they couldn't see it no matter how hard they tried. Clear.
Even after staring for a while, my eyes started to hurt and I felt dizzy in my mind.
The two of them were horrified. What happened today?
Is there a flood of great masters?
Song Xuan ignored these two people. At this moment, he was communicating with Song Qian and Yao Yue.
"Brother, do you want to do it?" Song Qian's tone of voice transmission was filled with excitement, "This old monk said that my sister-in-law is a demon heretic, so I shouldn't do it to him?"
On the other hand, Yao Yue was more restrained, "What he said is right. I practice demonic skills, and I am indeed an evil heretic. It's just a verbal dispute, and there is no need to face a great master."
It is said that a good wife and husband will not suffer misfortune. Ever since she got married, Yao Yue has always aimed to be a good wife and mother. She puts her husband in danger just because of a dispute of temper. This is not what a good wife should do.
You still need to persuade beforehand. Of course, if you can't persuade and your husband has already made a decision, then there is nothing to say, just go to death!
Song Xuan: "The opportunity is rare, so I must do it! Later, you take Lianxing and A'Zhu away, and I will have a chance to meet this old monk!"
Since becoming the Wuque Grandmaster, Song Xuan has been practicing martial arts and magical powers, as well as condensing his natal immortal sword. He has been preparing for so long, just to have a chance with the great master?
He needs to fight the Grand Master to prove what stage he has learned in martial arts, what level of strength he is in this world, and how much gap there is between him and the Grand Master.
Not to mention that the sweeping monk said that Yao Yue was an evil heretic, which gave him a reason to start a war. Even if there was no such thing, Song Xuan would still have to find a suitable reason for a fight.
As he just said, the opportunity is too rare.
He has a temperament that worries about defeat before winning. At this moment, apart from him, Song Qian and Yao Yue are also there. If he is really defeated, he can at least play in a group fight. I dare not say that he can win, but in the Grand Master There shouldn't be much of a problem with self-protection.
Not only that, the inspection team has arrived at the boundary of Kaifeng. If nothing unexpected happens, my father Song Yuanshan will be within a few hundred miles of this area.
Even if the three of them are defeated, at least there is dad who can support him at any time.
From the beginning, our side has been in an invincible position. If we don't touch the sweeper now, how can we wait?
"Empty!"
Song Xuan stepped into the air, and his momentum suddenly exploded. As he moved, the strong wind roared between the sky and the earth, shredding the surrounding heavy clouds, and the cyclones gathered into a tornado vortex, swallowing the surrounding airflow. It seemed as if the sky was Collapse.
Xuanji and the others retreated frantically, and many people even screamed in horror as they retreated.
"The sky is falling!"
"Run away!"
"The Grand Master is about to take action!"
Grandmasters are the beings who stand at the top of the food chain in this world. They who have touched the stage of law can be called gods walking in the world.
A battle between strong men of this level is not an exaggeration to say it is a battle between gods. If one is involved, the aftermath of the battle alone can crush a person into pieces!
The sweeping monk's expression changed, he glanced at the tornado whirlpool around Song Xuan, and then clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, what do you mean, Taoist Master?"
Song Xuan flicked the fly whisk and said indifferently: "Let's have a fight!"
