Qian Yiqun sat on the stone platform at the door, watching his senior brother fill the pit that was bombarded by the little thunder curse. He fed the Destiny Pill to Qian Wei, and now he can only look at Destiny. In fact, if you think about it carefully, eating a elixir with half chance of resurrection when you are bound to die is really against the will of heaven. But the military personnel use it as their ID card, which is really a waste of resources.

However, if you think about it more deeply, Yue Fei said: "If the civil officials do not love money, and the military generals are not afraid of death, then the world will be peaceful." The current situation in the Ming Dynasty is that the civil officials do not fear death, and the military generals love money until they are not afraid of death. Who will stand on the verge of death? Naturally, they will not use the Destiny Pill.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Qian Yiqun raised his head and looked over the way of the sound. He saw a round head poking out from the grass on the mountain behind him, with green stubble on it. His eyebrows and eyes were a little familiar, but they were a little blurred because they were far away.

He is a monk.

"Call me?" Qian Yiqun pointed at himself and opened his mouth.

"Yes, come up!" The monk lowered his voice and waved to him.

Qian Yiqun looked back at his senior brother, and when he saw A Niu looked up at the monk with a blank look on his face, he wondered: Why don’t this monk asks me to go up? How much does his whisper mean? Didn’t anyone standing and breathing here hear? Besides, the cliff walls that are five or six feet high are almost vertical to ninety degrees, how can I go up?

Qian Yiqun looked around and saw no path circling up. He had to raise his head and lower his voice and said, "Can't get up!"

The monk stood up, scratched his bald head, put his hands beside his mouth, pressed his vocal cords and shouted, "Ningbang Temple!" Then he pointed to the northern foothills.

Qian Yiqun turned around and asked A Niu, "Senior Brother, have you seen this monk?"

A Niu squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, and said, "It's either Liu Meizi's father or her master."

Yes, aren’t there only two monks in Ningbang Temple?

Qian Yiqun felt that his mind was getting slower and slower now. He must have been staying with A Niu for a long time and his IQ was affected. He glanced at the room, but there was still no movement. Qian Wei lay straight on the wooden board, with only his slightly undulating chest indicating that he was still alive.

"I'll go and meet that monk and see what he said." Qian Yiqun said to A Niu. In addition to being curious, he also had a little expectation in his heart. He always felt that something was waiting for him, but he couldn't understand the source of this expectation. Regardless of the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, nor the entanglement between Shangzhen Temple and Ningbang Temple, this monk is quite good-looking.

Qian Yiqun walked out of the secluded path of the bamboo forest. Seeing that the old horse that Qian Wei rode on was still gnawing on the grass along the road, he simply turned over and headed to Ningbang Temple.

The monk was walking on a small road, much faster than Qian Yiqun riding a horse, and was already waiting in front of the temple gate. When he saw Qian Yiqun arrive, he waved and said, "Come on, sit inside." His expression was quite familiar.

Qian Yiqun turned over and dismounted and followed him into Ningbang Temple.

Although the temple is small, the regulations are all complete. When you enter the door, you will find a small foyer, with portraits of the four Vajra Guardians. They are brightly colored and must be newly painted. After ten steps, the front yard is the Main Hall, and there is no plaque inscribed. It is just a statue of Sakyamuni preaching. However, one person is of the same height and looks like a painted one, but it reveals the mud-fetal rice bones. Sakyamuni is offering Ananda Kashyapa, and it is even smaller. The face of the Indian, who was already a little deformed, looks extremely funny.

The monk greeted Qian Yiqun and sat on the cushion in front of the Buddha statue and shouted, "Ding, come make tea."

At a moment, the lively girl Qian Yiqun had seen before came with a short and short girl with a length of one foot, a height of eight inches, and then brought a small red mud stove and started boiling water and cooking tea.

Qian Yiqun gently brushed past the short table, and there were a few golden stars hidden under the dark purple table. He couldn't help but smack his tongue and said it was not bad.

When the monk saw Qian Yiqun recognize the short material, he did not hide it and said, "This is the sandalwood that I found in India with my senior brother. Unfortunately, the material is small and cannot be used very much."

"Nine out of ten sandals are empty, it will take several hundred years for Mu Ling to make such a coffee table." Qian Yiqun stroked his hands, "What's more, it's Venus Rose Sandals, it's really the best."

The monk smiled and said, "The Taoist priest understands this too?"

Qian Yiqun vaguely said, "The master called me here, but what advice do you have?"

"I dare not be a counselor." The monk smiled and said, "My family's surname is Liu. People call me monk Liu, just call me Uncle Liu."

Qian Yiqun said to himself: Are I familiar with you?

"It's this. My little girl fell in love with your senior brother. She came last night and made a fuss all night. She was worried, so she asked me to go and see it." Monk Liu said, "After I went there, I happened to catch up with you and the Taoist priest, so I watched it for a while. Then I thought about talking to you. After all, we are all neighbors, and maybe we will be a family in the future."

Qian Yiqun nodded, thinking that such an open-minded father-in-law at A Niu was good. The main reason was that he didn't dislike him being stupid, which was really valuable. Seeing that Liu Dingding's face was shy, he said, "It is a blessing for my senior brother to be able to win Miss Liu's favor."

"Who said no!" Monk Liu lowered his head helplessly, and wiped his big palm twice on the furry bald head. "I'm so worried that I can't even worry about you. She can even fall in love with you. Your senior brother is really stupid."

"Uh, master, monks should be kind to speak." Although Qian Yiqun felt that Monk Liu was a little straightforward, he could not let others say that to his brothers.

"That's it! A Niu just reacted a little slower, not stupid!" Liu Dingding also hurriedly defended his sweetheart.

Although Qian Yiqun was excited on the surface, he did not agree with it in his heart: Although it is appropriate to protect his lover, he should face reality even more... Guo Jing's kind is slow, and A Niu is indeed mentally retarded!

Monk Liu sighed, polished his head again, looked up and said to Qian Yiqun, "That's it, I can't see it too. You may not be able to keep you there every time you have trouble, right? So I want to pass on some practical methods so that you can save yourself."

Qian Yiqun was stunned and said in confusion: "Hold on?"

"Yes, don't you be bullied." Monk Liu looked as if he was taken for granted.

"Then you won't take action?"

"Hey, if you can solve that kid today, I'll leave it to you." Monk Liu said, "Besides, your master is sitting there, I'm embarrassed to show off my ugly face."

"My master..." Qian Yiqun was cautious, as if he was tempted, and asked, "Can you see how high his cultivation level is?"

Monk Liu shook his head: "To be honest, I can't tell it, but I must have returned to the essence. Actually, you don't know, right?"

Qian Yiqun touched his nose, but he really didn't know. Although he suspected that this master was really a super expert, he could never find any evidence. The only thing he could barely get into with his master was probably the strange bell, but the master was sitting there, where was he slamming the bell?

"I tell you that your master is so high that we can't see it, which is a foregone conclusion." Monk Liu said, "The so-called elephant is invisible, and the sound is vast, and it is him." A hint of excitement appeared on his face, and he continued, "Do you think he didn't teach you anything?"

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: Speaking of which, I copied a copy of "Qiu Zu's Confession" for me, but I really didn't teach me anything.

"You are wrong!" Monk Liu shouted loudly, his face flushed and radiant, "I tell you that the Buddha of Tathagata wants to teach sentient beings. It is a light that is ten miles away, and it is a light fist and a lion roar. The sky is falling and the golden lotus is surging, and the Bodhisattvas are flying all over the sky... Is the formation big? If the Taishang Laojun teaches the people and sits face to face with you and drinks tea, you have actually been taught, but you are still confused! Which one are you talking about? "

"So," Qian Yiqun recalled his past, nodded slightly to Wujin, "It seems that the Supreme Master is more suitable for the Tao. But Uncle Liu, as a monk, is it okay to say that?"

"Hey, monk has to tell the truth." Monk Liu rubbed his head again. If it weren't for the layer of stubble, he would have been polished and smooth.

Qian Yiqun felt that this monk was not like a rogue who was greedy for advantage. He spoke witty and had hidden wisdom. He couldn't help but feel good about Dasheng and no longer had the barrier of his first meeting. He asked, "Uncle, what do you want to teach me?"

"I think you are a good material for cultivating mysterious techniques, so I'm afraid you haven't received any good guidance from your master." Monk Liu said.

Qian Yiqun smiled bitterly and said, "Look at my master who only said five words back and forth. Could he give me some advice on my mysterious skills?"

"That's that's it," Mr. Liu nodded repeatedly, as if he had a deep understanding. "Although he was just a child who had not even finished learning the Three Character Classic, he followed him to study in the Hanlin Academy. No matter how good he taught, you wouldn't be able to learn it."

"Yes, that's the feeling. Can the uncle help me?" Qian Yiqun couldn't help but smile.

"I dare not enlighten me. You must have your master nodded and agreed." Monk Liu touched his head, "That's right, I will regulate what you know now, and it will not be a big problem to deal with ordinary sluts. If you really have a master, you will always take action when it's time to take action."

Qian Yiqun breathed a sigh of relief: I'll feel relieved if you say that.

Monk Liu was there after Qian Yiqun killed Tang Zhan. He saw that he had killed the evil path and then returned to the temple. After he came back, he was entangled by his daughter, and then he had the idea of ​​"teaching people to fish". When he returned to Maopuba, Qian Yiqun happened to wait for Qian Wei to wake up at the door, and then he called him over.

He carefully recalled Qian Yiqun's fighting style, slowed down his speech, and said cautiously: "You can use the sword control technique, but you have never learned the sword technique, so you suffer a great loss. Not only is it easy to be restrained, but it is not enough lethal. I wonder if you have discovered it, you have a talent that ordinary people do not have."

"Yan Ling." Qian Yiqun said bluntly.

"Yes, yes! That's that." Monk Liu also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how to explain it to him just now. He said, "This talent has an advantage. Simply put, when you use spells and formulas, your power can be greatly increased. Haven't you noticed that the small thunder spell you shouted loudly is much more powerful than the ones you recite silently."
Chapter completed!