Deep in the Dragon and Tiger Temple.
Zhang Fulong sat up in shock while he was dying.
During this period, he was bedridden and barely survived by relying on the wild vegetable dumplings brought back by Qin Luo.
Jin Yan was sitting cross-legged in the backyard. He opened his eyes when he heard the movement and saw Zhang Fulong passing by, "Master."
"What's going on with you?"
"Go to the toilet."
Zhang Fulong held his stomach.
Jin Yan watched Zhang Fulong walk away and murmured softly, "It's been a long time since I saw Master go to enlightenment."
Zhang Fulong carried himself to the main hall of the Taoist temple. He drank a bowl of ginger soup and his body immediately warmed up. He then picked up the tribute fruits and eggs on the tribute platform and began to devour them.
…
Mountain market.
Qin Luo looked at the old monk.
"Senior, where are you from?"
"Lingshan."
Huaying's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
Qin Luo had heard about Lingshan and smiled: "Senior, how far is Lingshan from here?"
"As long as you are sincere, the spiritual mountain is at your feet."
The old monk squinted his eyes and smiled.
Ziyue buried her head in eating the mutton, while Qin Luo continued to drink mutton soup. Huaying didn't like mutton soup, so she took two sips of mutton soup, ate a piece of mutton, and then put down her chopsticks.
After the old monk finished the mutton soup, he looked at Huaying and said, "Female donor, if you don't want to eat it, can you give it to the poor monk?"
Huaying ignored the old monk. She pushed the bowl towards Qin Luo and smiled lightly, "Qin Luo, here you go."
The old monk shook his head and sighed.
Qin Luo had just finished the mutton soup in the bowl. He looked at the mutton soup that Huaying pushed over, then looked at Ziyue, and asked with a smile: "Little junior sister, do you want to give it to senior?"
"Brother, I'm not full yet."
Ziyue whispered, if the old monk didn't say she was not smart, she would definitely give it to him.
Who told him to speak ill of me?
Qin Luo pushed the mutton soup in front of Ziyue.
Huaying's beautiful eyes stared at Qin Luo.
The old monk looked at Ziyue and said, "You are not smart!"
Ziyue buried her head in eating the mutton.
The old monk stood up and saluted the middle-aged vendor with one palm, "Thank you, donor. Buddha will bless you."
The middle-aged vendor smiled and nodded.
"No words, let's go."
The old monk walked towards Luoxia Peak.
Just as the young monk turned around, Ziyue picked up the white steamed buns on the plate and whispered: "These two steamed buns are for you, don't let the old monk see them."
The young monk was very polite. He put his hands together, bowed and saluted, with gratitude in his eyes, and then took the steamed bun.
Qin Luo had a smile in her eyes, Huaying held her cheeks in her slender hands, and she also thought Ziyue was cute.
The young monk followed the old monk up the mountain.
Qin Luo and Huaying accompany Ziyue to drink mutton soup.
"Brother, am I really not smart?"
"Great wisdom is like foolishness."
"Senior brother, what do you mean?"
"Looks stupid, but actually very smart."
"hey-hey."
Ziyue grinned after hearing this.
"Brother, take the remaining steamed buns back with you."
"OK."
Huaying stared at Qin Luo, who always had a bright smile on his face, and the more he looked at him, the more comfortable he became.
…
Dragon and tiger view.
There was a knock on the door outside the Taoist temple.
After Zhang Fulong heard this, he walked out of the main hall and saw the old monk and the young monk outside the door.
Seeing the tattered monk robes on their bodies, Zhang Fulong thought they were here to beg, and quickly waved his hands, "They are all poor brothers, and poor Taoists can't help you."
"Taoist Zhang, the poor monk is here to ask questions."
The old monk raised one palm in salute.
"Ask?"
"Where do you want to go?"
Zhang Fulong walked to the courtyard in front of the temple with his hands behind his back. He felt that the monk's dress did not look like a real monk.
"The poor monk wants to enter the Taoist temple!"
"come in."
Zhang Fulong nodded.
The old monk asked the young monk to stand outside the door, and he walked into the Dragon and Tiger Temple alone with a smile on his face.
Zhang Fulong pointed not far away, "There is ginger soup there. It's cold, so you can drink a bowl to warm yourself up."
The old monk shook his head with a smile, "Thank you, Taoist Zhang, for your kindness. The poor monk just drank mutton soup at the foot of the mountain and his body is warm."
"Your life is better than that of a poor man!" Zhang Fulong was a little envious. He was reluctant to spend money and only drank free porridge.
The old monk walked forward slowly, bowed slightly, and said seriously: "Taoist Zhang, please!"
"What?"
Zhang Fulong was a little confused.
"Great monk, what do you want to do?"
"Taoist Zhang, I want to ask you a question."
Zhang Fulong had a bad premonition. He held his stomach and said, "Suddenly, I feel so angry that I have to excuse myself."
When he wanted to leave, a golden light rose from the old monk's body, and the golden light enveloped the courtyard. Time here seemed to have stopped, and Zhang Fulong's body was imprisoned in place.
The old monk waved.
A golden ripple spread out.
The golden ripples distort the space. If you are hit by this ripple, the consequences will be serious.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fulong's eyes became profound. He raised his hand to form a seal, and a Bagua diagram appeared in front of him.
Boom!
Luoxia Peak is shaking.
Qin Luo looked up at Longhu Temple.
Hua Ying raised her eyebrows, with curiosity in her eyes, "They are sparring, don't you go back and take a look?"
Qin Luo believed in his master. He looked at the little junior sister and said with a smile: "Little junior sister, eat slowly."
Hearing the noise on the mountain, Ziyue devoured her food. She wanted to go back to watch the show early.
...
Dragon and Tiger Temple.
"Who invited you here?"
"National Division."
The old monk didn't hide anything.
Zhang Fulong shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "He doesn't even dare to come to Longhu Temple, how brave are you?"
"The poor monk doesn't want to come either."
"But he gave too much."
While talking, the old monk noticed the Bagua diagram appearing on the soles of his feet. The Bagua rotated and he stayed on the Zhen Gua.
Boom!
Thunder sounded.
The golden thunder light enveloped the old monk.
When Jin Yan heard the noise, he came to the front yard and only dared to watch from a distance. The young monk was also standing outside the Taoist temple.
Jinjiao and Xiaotuanzi were hiding in the cabin, hugging each other and not daring to breathe.
"Amitabha."
The old monk looked calm. He raised his hands and was bathed in the golden thunder light, just like the reincarnated Buddha.
Zhang Fulong rotated his palms, and the Bagua diagram in the yard rotated accordingly. The ground burned into the sky, and the nearby snow melted instantly, but the old monk smiled in the firelight.
"Taoist Master, it's time for me to take action."
The old monk appeared in front of Zhang Fulong instantly. He was glowing with golden Buddha light, crossing the Bagua array, and wanted to put his hand on Zhang Fulong's shoulder.
He knew that Zhang Fulong's physical body was very weak.
Zhang Fulong was not in a hurry, he quickly formed a seal with his hands, "Dou Zi, things change and stars change."
The old monk's hand fell on the afterimage.
Zhang Fulong appeared behind the old monk and asked with a smile: "You are so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"
The old monk turned around and looked at the killing formation at his feet. He stopped joking and said, "The poor monk wants to save all sentient beings."
"Then there's no need for you to fight Pindao."
"The national master asked the poor monk to do two things, test the Taoist master's cultivation, and bring back his apprentice. As long as the task is completed, the poor monk can build a temple in the capital of Daxia and promote Buddhism. This is the poor monk. An offer that couldn’t be refused.”
"Then you have to think about it."
Zhang Fulong looked at the old monk calmly.
The old monk looked at the looming killing formation under his feet. He stood on the door of death, "Oh, the price is a bit high. You have to bet with your life. It's better for you to play. I'm sorry to bother you."
Zhang Fulong extended his hand to see off the guests.
Before leaving, the old monk asked doubtfully: "The feng shui of Luoxia Peak has been changed. Is it your fault?"
Zhang Fulong did not answer.
When the old monk took the young monk down the mountain, he happened to meet Qin Luo and the others who were returning to Longhu Temple.
The old monk looked at Hua Ying, smiled and joked: "Female donor, who told you not to give mutton soup to the poor monk? The poor monk deliberately did not take you away. You can live with him in the future."
"..."
Huaying frowned slightly.
The old monk laughed and walked away.
"baffling!"
Huaying looked at Qin Luo quietly.
Qin Luo has already entered the Dragon and Tiger Temple.
Zhang Fulong stood in the courtyard in front of the hall, and Zi Yue asked curiously: "Master, is that old monk powerful?"
"His Buddhist teachings are profound and powerful."
"All right."
Ziyue pouted. If the old monk is not powerful, what he says is probably false. If he is powerful, then what he says is likely to be true.
Qin Luo smiled and said softly: "Master, Miss Zhao at the foot of the mountain asked you when you have time to go down the mountain. The children want to hear your story."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Zhang Fulong's face, "I just have time now, so I will go down the mountain to take a look."
Zhang Fulong left the Taoist temple.
Ziyue took out the unfinished steamed bun and said, "Junior brother, I brought this for you. It's delicious."
"Thank you, little senior sister."
Jin Yan ate the steamed bun with big mouthfuls.
Huaying felt that Longhu Temple was very warm. Qin Luo handed the broom to her, "Why are you laughing? The floor hasn't been swept yet."
