Lu Ming and Hong Yong separated.
Hong Yong continued to walk deeper. His destination was probably the Main Hall. The person he wanted to see was probably the abbot of Faxuan Temple and the monk Kudu.
What the two want to discuss is probably something big, and Lu Ming's treatment has also been improved - the person who is on the list of Hidden Dragon and Phoenix leads the way, you can say that this treatment is like this, right?
He turned his head and looked at Xuanzhen quietly, and saw that Xuanzhen was not squinting, but seemed to sense Lu Ming's gaze.
He chanted the Buddha's name softly and said, "Donor, is there something on the poor monk's face?"
"Nothing."
"Then the donor is a good man?"
Lu Ming: "???"
Then Xuanzhen turned to look at Lu Ming, grinning at Lu Ming: "Just kidding."
Lu Ming: "..."
"Master, when you open your mouth, you don't sound like an enlightened monk."
Xuanzhen's expression became serious: "Amitabha, a poor monk has not yet attained enlightenment, how dare he call himself an enlightened monk?"
He smiled again and said: "It is easier for the donor to talk to the young monk. Our Faxuan Temple is not a rigid and strict place. When we come here, the donor will treat this place as his own home."
Lu Ming smiled and nodded, but the tension in his heart quietly dissipated.
He smiled and said: "I thought the people on the Hidden Dragon Young Phoenix List were all serious masters."
Xuanzhen shook his head: "One hundred kinds of water can support all kinds of people. Martial arts practitioners strengthen their body and mind and nourish their nature. But Buddha nature is nature, demon nature is also nature, good nature is nature, and evil nature is also nature."
"There are millions of kinds of martial arts, and people are also different. Even the immortal figures on the heavenly list are not carved from the same mold."
Lu Ming nodded understandingly.
He understood the truth, but he just saw that Xuan Zhen was quite interesting, so he chatted with him casually.
Xuanzhen spoke again: "Back to business, Your Excellency Hong Yong just told me to arrange a new identity for you, the donor."
"I, Faxuan Temple, happen to have a redundant identity. I am similar in age to the benefactor, but my figure and appearance are different from that of the benefactor."
After hearing this, Lu Ming said: "I learned the Disguise and Bone Transformation Sutra from Hong Yong, but I have just started."
Xuanzhen: "So the benefactor needs to stay in our Faxuan Temple for a while. Only after the disguise is completed and the bones are completely transformed can the identity change be completed."
Lu Ming nodded: "That's what I meant, but I don't know the cause and effect of the original owner, and where is he now?"
Xuanzhen looked solemn, muttered Amitabha and said, "Junior Brother Wen..."
Just as he said these three words, a voice suddenly sounded from the mountain gate.
"Xuanzhen Bald Donkey, get out of here!"
Xuanzhen and Lu Ming were both stunned.
Hou Xuanzhen's face condensed, and there was a hint of anger. He recited Amitabha and suppressed the anger.
The voice didn't stop.
"Xuanzhen Bald Donkey, I, Qing Yuluo, asked you to have a fight a month ago, but you declined."
"We had another date half a month ago, and you shied away again."
"Today I sent a greeting card in advance and came to my door for a fight, but now you don't even come out and don't show your face!"
"Did your training with the Golden Bell Mask turn you into a tortoise and an iron bastard!?"
The laughter spread far away, even reaching here.
Xuanzhen's breathing stopped and his steps stopped.
Lu Ming watched his face turn red, as if he wanted to go back and teach Qing Yuluo a lesson...
However, when things came to a close, Xuanzhen suddenly became discouraged.
"Amitabha...Amitabha..."
After taking a few deep breaths, Xuanzhen looked at Lu Ming again and continued: "The identity you are taking over as the donor is my lay disciple of Faxuan Temple, Junior Brother Wen Yuwen..."
Qing Yuluo screamed non-stop over there, but Xuan Zhen just pretended not to hear it and just continued to preach.
"Junior Brother Wen went up the mountain when he was ten years old because a plague hit the village. Junior Brother Wen was the only one left in the whole village."
"Due to insufficient talent in martial arts, his cultivation was trapped in the eighth level. He made no progress for six years. He also had obsessions with the mortal world and did not want to be ordained as a monk. Therefore, he has always been a lay disciple of my Faxuan Temple and has been living on the mountain. .”
"A few months ago, Junior Brother Wen went down the mountain to do something, but he was attacked by gangsters. He left at such a young age. However, except for a very few people, no one knows about Junior Brother Wen's past life and the cause of his death. It is just that he did not return from the mountain to do something. .”
"If the donor wants to replace Junior Brother Wen's identity, all he has to do is say that he got a chance from outside and successfully broke through to the sixth level, and there will be no big flaws or big karma."
This identity is indeed clean.
Not only was there no cause and effect, but more importantly, Lu Ming could rely on this identity to develop in Faxuan Temple for a while longer.
Just as he was talking, Xuanzhen suddenly stopped again, but the anger on his face could no longer be suppressed...
Because outside, Qing Yuluo's scoldings were getting more and more unpleasant.
"You Xuanzhen are just a hard-shell bastard!"
"What? You don't dare to ask for a fight? I think you, the eighty-fifth on the list of Hidden Dragon and Phoenix, are in vain!"
"Your martial arts skills at Faxuan Temple are in vain!"
As for the door-to-door challenge, everyone knows this stuff.
For the sake of ranking on the list and for the prestige in the world, this is not uncommon. Generally speaking, the challenger will not refuse.
And once you refuse, your prestige and reputation will inevitably be damaged, and you have to endure being scolded.
But you are scolding and cursing, and the scolding has reached the head of the sect's inheritance.
This makes no sense.
Seeing Xuanzhen turning around and leaving, Lu Ming suddenly spoke.
"This person did it on purpose..."
Deliberately irritating Xuanzhen, and even deliberately irritating Faxuansi.
As for the purpose, Lu Ming didn't know.
However, the relationship between Faxuan Temple and the Qingjiao is not good. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are old enemies and mortal enemies. It is not surprising that the Qingjiao will use any destructive tricks.
Lu Ming's muttering seemed to make Xuanzhen regain his senses briefly.
He chanted the Buddha's name again, turned around and led Lu Ming into a guest room.
Once the door is closed, the sounds outside are finally clear...
Then Xuanzhen smiled bitterly and said, "It is indeed intentional."
"A month ago, the master told me not to agree to Qing Yuluo's invitation to fight, but today...hey..."
While talking, he recited the Diamond Sutra silently.
It wasn't until about a minute later that Xuanzhen spoke again: "This is the former residence of Junior Brother Wen Yu. The donor can use it for the time being. A handyman will come to fetch the bedding and explain some things, but I hope the donor Try to go out as little as possible before the disguise is completed."
After hearing this, Lu Ming simply nodded: "I understand."
"By the way, this is the full-length portrait of Junior Brother Wen Yu."
Xuan Zhen said this and handed over a piece of drawing paper. Lu Ming opened it and saw an ordinary-looking young man leaping onto the paper.
"Junior Brother Wenyu is a little shorter than the donor, but he is still in the stage of growing taller, so there is no need to change his height."
"In addition, donors must pay attention to aspects such as shoulder width and arm span. The Dongchang thieves have vicious eyes. These details are the key to success or failure."
Lu Ming nodded to express his understanding, and couldn't help but said: "The painting is very vivid, and the details are quite sufficient."
Xuanzhen chuckled and scratched his bald head.
This made Lu Ming raise his eyebrows: "Did you draw it?"
Xuanzhen clasped his hands together and said nothing, but his expression showed acquiescence.
After confirming Wen Yu's face, appearance and body characteristics again and again, he heard Xuan Zhen's voice again.
"Then I won't accompany you, young monk."
Lu Ming immediately handed over his hand.
"Thank you, Master Xuanzhen."
…
After Xuanzhen left, Lu Ming put away the portrait.
He turned around and looked at the small, empty room, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He muttered softly.
"Wen Yu, Wen Yu..."
He smiled again.
"Okay, from today on, I am Wen Yu."
"But Lu Ming's identity is still useful."
Thinking like this, Lu Ming slowly stroked the long sword on his waist.
The halo of light poured in from the window, making Lu Ming's eyes look a little deep.
(End of chapter)
