Heart Survey

Chapter 751
Among the drifting clouds, the immortal-looking Ye Su was complaining.

"What are you messing around with? If something goes wrong, wouldn't this pavilion master do a loss-making business?"

"Hey, I'm not stupid, pay attention." The strange beast laughed and said: "It's so happy!"

"yes……"

A real person surnamed Ye sighed with relief, and his face was relieved: "Everything in the world is enlightened, and all things are cultivated, and if you have a good idea, you will be rewarded!"

The alien beast flicked its tail: "You have the power of Lingxiao. But you also cut off part of the cause and effect for him. Isn't it hindering the road ahead?"

"Heh." A certain real person surnamed Ye flicked his finger, the hole light pierced the air, and the clouds scattered: "A little burdened, to him it is a mountain, to me, it is a speck of dust!"

……

……

The strong winds and torrential rain hit the bananas.

The perpetrators left.

Jiang Wang slowed down for a while before adjusting the chaotic Dao Yuan back.

He was beaten twice in a row by the old monk Kujue, and his teeth itch with hatred.

The first time I was beaten, I just wanted to relieve the old monk's grievance that he couldn't accept an apprentice, that's all.But the resentment was far too long.Why are you beating and beating, you are addicted to beating?
He was beaten every once in a while, how did Jiang Wang meet people?Why do you hold your head high in front of your sister?
But if he really wanted to say how to avenge the bitter feeling...he couldn't do it.After all, Kujue really saved his life, and he was an elder again.

And he can't beat...

"You can't blame me for the ritual." He finally gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to blame, blame your master!"

No matter how Kujue beat him today, he will return it to Kujue's precious apprentice in the future.Make Kujue anxious, make Kujue angry, and make this yellow-faced old monk stare blankly.

"……never mind."

After fantasizing for a while, Jiang Wang finally sighed, picked up the knocked-down mask as if resigned, and slowly put it on: "It's not a hero's act to take anger on others. I still want to practice my life, let the old monk do it early. You can't beat me, that's right."

Yong State is in the northwest of Yun State, and the long river passes through Hechang House within the territory.

Jiang Wang walked forward while controlling Daoyuan to walk around the beaten part to relieve the pain.

"But...how do you feel like there was more than one person who hit me just now?"

"Is there a rite of passage... It's too confusing to pay attention to. The rite of passage looks so simple, it won't be so sloppy, right?"

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The monk Jingli who was being talked about was crying at the moment.

He knelt down on the ground, stained with blood on his cleaned monk robes.

The clean brows and eyes were knitted together, crying.

His tearful eyes were very pure in the light pouring in from the window.

In front of him, there was an old monk with a pale yellow face, with his eyes closed and motionless.

Soon.

"Cry, cry, cry, why cry!" The yellow-faced old monk opened his eyes and scolded: "You cry and mourning!"

"Woohoo ... but Master, you ..." Jing Li cried so angry: "You hurt ..."

This is a small dilapidated temple, standing on a bald mountain.

There is not much obstruction around, and the wind blows wildly.

There are only two rooms in the temple, which are divided into front and rear halls.

The front hall is a place of worship, but there is only one wooden statue. I don't know which Buddha was carved, because there is no face, I don't know if it was not carved at the beginning, or it was blurred in the long years.Always worship there.

This faceless Buddha naturally has few incense burners, and the offering plate in front of the Buddha statue has long been empty.Mice can't even eat a bit of crumbs.

The apse is the residence of the monks.

There was only one bed in the house, and the bed was lying on the bed, so Jingli could only sit on the ground.

Kujue struggled to get injured, forcibly collided with the sky wind, and before he could recuperate, he was on the long river and had a fierce confrontation with the high-spirited Zhuang Gaoxian.

Although he was not at a disadvantage during the war, after leaving the battle, the injury also intensified.

That alone is nothing.

After that, he pretended to be dead to deceive Jiang Wang, but Jiang Wang was determined not to be a monk and refused to agree.He got up in a fit of anger and beat him up, and only after the resentment dissipated did he leave gracefully.Returning to the Hanging Temple to deal with his own troubles.

But unfortunately, on the way back to Xuankong Temple, he met his old enemy.

When the old enemy saw that he was injured, there was no reason to keep chasing him.

This battle was extremely miserable, that is, the old monk was cunning and had a lot of tactics, so he could see the opportunity and escape to the Xuankong Temple site.

So far, the injury is very serious.

Of course, it can still be seen from his angry swearing attitude that he has no worries about his life.

He even raised his hand and gave Jing Li's bald head a little: "Weeping and crying, there is no future! Can you learn from your junior brother Jingshen? He didn't frown when he saw Lao Tzu's blood!"

After speaking, he smacked himself: "No. It's not emotional..."

"You bastard, beaten lightly!"

"Wuwuwu..." Jingli shrank his head, but was still crying: "Master, slow down, the wounds are all open..."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound outside the temple, like thunder.

"Are you dead!"

Kujue immediately lay down and closed his eyes, his qi decayed.

The monk Jingli also stopped his mouth and sobbed silently.

The skinny old monk stepped into the apse a few steps, his face like a sick man and his voice like a bell.

"Painful sleep! You moved me to hear the bell. What's the crime!?"

When I went to rescue Jiang Wang, I brought me Wen Zhong, and all the evil spirits retreated along the way, and the heroes were unstoppable.

But I heard that the bell is the treasure of Xuankong Temple Town Temple.Only those who do special things in Buddhism can wear it to go out.

The special thing is the Buddhist thing.

Kujue is of course not a Buddhist walk, and it is impossible for the Xuankong Temple to support him in saving a "disciple" who refuses to shave and has no title, and it is even less possible for Jiang Wang to allow him to take me Wen Zhong.

So he stole it by himself, without knowing anyone.

At this moment, suffering comes to ask for guilt.

Kujue closed his eyes, angered like a gossamer, and did not respond.

Jingli wobbled and cried out: "Master, please don't yell at my master, he is so badly hurt!"

The little monk cried so sadly.

Even after suffering from hardships like suffering, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic: "Uncle didn't yell at you, Uncle is just loud!"

He was restrained, still sounding like thunder.

"Then master, don't talk." Jingli cried, "Let my master rest."

Suffering suffocated for a while.

If I don't speak, how can I blame your master?

He deliberately bypassed the purification ceremony and pulled the bitter feeling up.But he knew that Kujue was indeed seriously injured this time.I am afraid that his hands are heavy, and if one is not good, he will hurt the bitter feeling.

At this time, he suddenly understood why Kuti, as the first seat of Guanshiyuan, part of his duties, was being disciplined, but he took the initiative to avoid this errand and let him do it.

I am afraid that the truth of suffering is very clear, and how difficult it is to be held accountable for the feeling of suffering.

And he ran over excitedly, wanting to take the opportunity to gain the upper hand and teach him a lesson, but he was blocked as soon as he entered the door, and he was in a dilemma.

The first seat of the dignified Dragon Subduing Academy, the fierce and ill-mannered master, was at a loss for a while!
(End of this chapter)