In the bamboo forest weighed down by snow, a middle-aged man wearing black gauze with a face somewhat similar to Shangguan Pomegranate was standing quietly.
At this moment, the middle-aged man looked at the old monk's patched cassock and frowned slightly:
"Wuxin, how many years have you worn this cassock? It's too shabby. You don't look like a Buddhist monk at all."
The old monk smiled when he heard this, with some shyness in his smile, and continued to clasp his hands and said: "No matter how good the cassock is, if the heart is not right, it will be crooked when worn."
In front of an ancient temple in a dense forest covered with thick snow, a middle-aged man and an old monk stood facing each other and snorted: "The Buddha statues in the temple are all made of gold. You are really embarrassing the Buddha."
The old monk continued to smile cheerfully: "The poor monk is not the Buddha, but the Buddha was once a poor monk."
Middle-aged man:......
He was speechless for a moment, then approached the open-air platform of the temple, sat down carelessly on the bamboo floor, flashed the ring in his hand, and a cup of tea appeared.
"Try the tea from Southern Xinjiang, Apocynum?"
The old monk did not refuse, still smiling, and said: "Shangguan almsgiver is interested." Then he took the tea, sat next to him, facing the snow-white bamboo forest, and drank happily.
At this moment, the leader of the demonic path sat together with the new Buddha, like two old friends who had not seen each other for many years, sipping tea and enjoying the snow scenery together.
The middle-aged man quietly watched the old monk drinking tea. Seeing that he was drinking happily, the unruly look in his eyes could not help but become a little gentler. Then his eyes moved down and noticed the small stone in his hand.
"Hey, have you brought out the relics? It seems you know that your apprentice is in trouble?"
The old monk nodded and said with an awkward smile: "Shangguan Donor is laughing at me, but why would Shangguan Donor think of looking for this poor monk?"
"My girl was ignorant, so she sneaked out, and then got together with a few brats, including your apprentice." The middle-aged man mentioned his daughter, his words full of love and helplessness.
The old monk was slightly startled when he heard this, and then nodded with a smile.
"Very good, very good. This is fate."
"Yes~ It's fate." The middle-aged man held his knees, sighed longly, and said: "I use the September Spiritual Realm every day to see the experience of my girl, and I learned that she wants to help a little girl in the mortal world get married. I got into a little trouble, so I came over to check on her and see if you're dead."
Hearing these ridiculing words, the old monk was not angry at all. He continued to sip the hot tea happily, and then asked with a smile: "How did the Shangguan donor enter China? Didn't the Kunlun monks find out?"
"Haha~ I came in alone, and it's not like I brought in three thousand demons. Can those Kunlun Taoist priests find out? Besides, what can I do if they find out? Kill my family leader? Just rely on them? Wu Xin, you said, my family leader fights Who have you been afraid of?"
The old monk smiled and said nothing as he listened to these four rhetorical questions. He just drank tea and silently faced the southeast.
There is the direction of Emei.
After a while, the middle-aged man saw that the old monk was still drinking tea silently and said nothing, so he casually asked: "Wuxin, are you going to save your little disciple? You don't have to worry about this matter."
"Does Shangguan Shi want to take action?" Zen Master Wuxin asked with a smile.
"No, I won't take action. I'll wait for others to take action." Shangguan Sheng said calmly.
"Oh?" Zen Master Wuxin finally showed a puzzled expression.
"Hehe~"
Shangguan Sheng showed a wicked smile and said: "In the small team where my girl and your apprentice are, there is a kid named Lin Xiaolu. That kid is Li Mingru's apprentice."
When Zen Master Wuxin heard this, his hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped.
"Daochang Li's apprentice?"
"That's right." Shangguan Sheng said with a smile: "The kid said that he was Li Mingru's disciple. Originally, the head of the family was a little bit unconvinced, but the head of the house saw through the September Spiritual Realm that the weapon used by the kid was Sha Laogui of the Lianming Sect. The Dageng Bronze Ware!"
"So... Shangguan Donor wants to wait for Taoist Master Li to show up?" the old monk asked.
"Haha, Wuxin, you are still so smart." Shangguan Sheng laughed loudly, patted the old monk on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Didn't that bitch Li Mingru lose his cultivation? Let's see if his disciple will run out if he is bullied. Support your apprentice.
So as long as my girl, your apprentice, and the other little babies survive, we will stay still and train their juniors. We will show up again when Li Mingru comes out. "
"Why is this?" Zen Master Wuxin asked in confusion: "Why do you have to wait for Taoist Li to take action?"
"Let's see Li Mingru's strength!" Shangguan Sheng said quickly:
"Didn't that thief say that he is just an ordinary commoner in the realm of pill formation, but it is impossible for normal pill formation to deal with so many monks of the Yun Bone Sect, not to mention that there is a master in the Nascent Soul stage.
So if Li Mingru can be dealt with by then, it means that his strength has not lost much at all, and then we have the right to come out and reminisce about the past. "
"What if Taoist Master Li can't deal with it?" Zen Master Wuxin asked.
"Can't handle it?"
Shangguan Sheng's originally disrespectful smile suddenly faded, and then he gritted his teeth and said with a look of sadness and anger:
"If he can't be dealt with, it means that he is really just a Jie Dan now. Then the head of the family will beat this thief up no matter what, and then ask him to return the Hundred Girls Illustrated Book to me!"
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In the afternoon, in the inn's kitchen, three girls were sitting around the stove making dumplings together, while Lin Xiaolu and Wu Gu were kneading noodles, each with their hands and faces stained with flour, and they were laughing and noisy.
"Xiaolu, I didn't expect you to be quite good at making noodles. The noodles you make are much better than those made by little Master Wujiu." Jiang Ning praised while making dumplings.
"Hey, when it comes to kneading noodles, you just have to pay attention to one technique." Lin Xiaolu said with a smile while pouring dough on the dough: "My techniques are all combined with Tai Chi Kung Fu. It is a combination of hardness and softness, so it is naturally powerful."
After saying that, he glanced at Wu Kuan beside him. Seeing Wu Kuan lying limply without any strength, he smiled and said, "Wugu, you can't do it. You're too weak. You need to eat more leeks."
Wu Gu's face turned red and he tried to defend himself: "Xiao Monk, I have already worked very hard."
"Haha, it's okay, let me do it." Lin Xiaolu took the white noodles from Wu Gu's hand and started to make peace.
Wu Guo was watching carefully from the side, looking like he was humbly asking for advice.
"Little Deer, there are almost two hundred of them packed here. Is that enough for you?"
"Not enough." Lin Xiaolu shook his head while mixing the noodles: "The dumplings are so small. I want to eat more, so I'll make five hundred first."
"You are such a pig." Shangguan Pomegranate pouted at her and hummed cutely: "My fingers are sore and I'm exhausted."
"Who are you calling a pig?" Lin Xiaolu glared at her.
"I said you were a pig."
"Try saying it again."
"You are a pig~ Luanluoluo." Shangguan Shiliu made a cute face at him.
"Say it again three times if you can!"
"You are a pig, you are a pig, you are a pig." Shangguan Pomegranate said three times in one breath, then he rolled his cross-eyed eyes at Lin Xiaolu and stuck out his little tongue again:
"Slightly~"
"Say it again a hundred times if you can!"
Shangguan Pomegranate:? ? ?
Looking at the dull-looking girl in front of him, Lin Xiaolu snorted: "Haha, don't you dare say it? Woman, you are wise."
"Ahhhhh, Lin Xiaolu, I'll strangle you to death!" Shangguan Shiliu screamed angrily at his sultry look. He rushed over and strangled Lin Xiaolu's neck, hanging on him like a bird. Colorful tortoise.
"Oh, Shangguan, stop making trouble, the flour is all out."
"You are the same, Xiaolu. Shangguan is a girl. She is one year younger than you. She bullies others every day."
In the kitchen, Jiang Ning, Liu Yuniang, and Shuai Shuaiya watched the happy enemies playing together, trying to separate them, but Wu Guo on the side suddenly found that the rosary beads on his wrist had started to rotate at some point...
