The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The young novice monk Pingbo reminded: "Master, belly noodles are meat."

The old monk said without changing his expression: "When Sakyamuni was a practitioner, he would eat whatever others gave him. He would never refuse, including rotten rice and smelly meat. Buddha can eat meat, why can't I?"

Pingbo didn't understand very well, so he asked: "Then why do we eat vegetarian food when we are in the temple?"

"Because of poverty!" The old monk clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha.

The little novice monk Pingbo seemed to have some realization. He held his chin, and the fragrance of the belly penetrated his nose again, and his saliva gushed out from around his tongue like a spring.

Li Muchen laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I'll treat you to noodles. Waiter, two bowls of skin-belly noodles, half a salted duck, and a plate of braised dried noodles."

The old monk was smiling from ear to ear, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"The donor is kind and generous, and the Bodhisattva will bless you!"

Li Muchen smiled and asked: "Which Bodhisattva is it?"

The old monk said: "Today is the day when Master Guanyin became enlightened. Would you like to donate some merit to Putuo?"

Li Muchen said: "Putuo has a long way to go, so let's forget it today."

"I can collect it on your behalf," the old monk said.

Li Muchen was stunned. It was the first time he met a monk who could collect merits for the temple.

This sounds like something said by a liar, and the deception is extremely low-level. I'm afraid there is something wrong with my brain to fall for this kind of trick.

Li Muchen smiled and took out two hundred dollars in cash: "There's only so much, so the Bodhisattva won't think it's too little."

The old monk accepted the money with a smile on his face: "Not a lot, not a lot, the donor's merits are immeasurable."

Huangfu Yanyi, who was at the table next to him, was observing Li Muchen and Lin Manqing. He suspected that his grandson's sudden heartache was related to the couple, but there was no evidence.

When he heard what they said, Huangfuyan sneered. It turned out that they were two fools. They could be deceived like this, so he felt that he was overthinking.

He took the Zhenqi and the ancestral heart-nourishing pill, and Huangfu Xicai finally felt better.

There were many people in the store and it was noisy. The movements at these two tables did not attract the attention of other people at all. People were talking loudly.

"I heard that Qinling Grandmaster Zhao Jinquan also arrived in Zhumen Town yesterday."

"Yes, the world's masters gather in one place. This is a grand scene that we haven't seen in many years!"

"Otherwise, we can say that Mr. Zhu is a leader! He raised his arms and called out, and everyone responded."

"But it's not just Mr. Zhu. Don't you know that Xiao Sheng from the capital has also arrived in Zhumen Town a long time ago and is staying at Mr. Zhu's house."

"Nan Zhu and Bei Xiao have always been at odds with each other, haven't they? Why did they get together?"

"Who said that Nan Zhu and Bei Xiao are at odds? It's just that the northern and southern martial arts circles respect each other. Just like those celebrities on the Internet, fans are scolding each other, but the relationship between the parties is good!"

"Hey, you don't know that a man named Li crippled Xiao Yan, the young master of the Xiao family in the capital. Xiao Yan is the grandson of Xiao Gongmo and is known as a genius not seen in a century. Do you think the Xiao family can't be anxious?"

"Now that Li Muchen is in dire straits. Nan Zhu and Bei Xiao, together with dozens of masters, are going to attack him. He is dead!"

"That's not necessarily true. Doesn't it mean that Mr. Zhu is not his opponent?"

"I heard that he has a sword that emits black light, which is very powerful. Mr. Zhu was injured by the sword energy, and the wound has not healed yet!"

"That's right, the man surnamed Li broke into the East China Martial Arts Association and used that sword to kill Grandmaster Yang Yuanjin and Grandmaster Huangfuxian. I heard that he only used one sword, and a black light flashed, and Grandmaster Yang's head fell to the ground. !”

"so smart?"

"Of course, without that sword, how could the man named Li defeat Mr. Zhu!"

"Why don't you come to Zhumen Town?"

"He dares! Even if Mr. Zhu alone is no match, there are Xiao Sheng, Nan Zhu and Bei Xiao, plus dozens of grandmasters. How could they not be able to subdue him? Unless he is a god!"

……

When people mentioned Huangfuxian, Li Muchen glanced at Huangfuyan, but saw that his expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't care much about Huangfuxian.

However, when he mentioned the glowing black sword, Huangfuyan raised his eyebrows slightly.

After almost finishing the noodles, Li Muchen was about to pay and leave when he suddenly heard someone in the store say:

"Do you really think that so many masters came to Zhumen Town because of that Li Muchen?"

"It's not for Li Muchen, but it's for you?" someone mocked.

The man sneered: "It is true that Mr. Zhu is a martial arts master, but he is not to the extent of gathering all the masters from the world with just one order. And you may not know, this time, not only the masters, but also many ancient martial arts families They’re all out.”

"Well, this news is correct. Not only the Guwu family, but also some Xuanmen hermits appear. It is said..." Another person said mysteriously, "It is a secret realm opened for Jinling!"

"Secret realm?"

"Haha, there's no need to be mysterious. It doesn't matter. It's just Xuanwu Lake. It's not our turn anyway." The person who spoke before said.

"Xuanwu Lake? What's there? It's crowded with people every day. Anyone can go there."

"Tch, if you can see it, can it still be called a secret realm?"

"If that's the case, then why should they go to Xuanwu Lake and Zhumen Town?"

"Don't you know this? The Zhu family is the first family in Jinling. Most of the properties in Zhongshan and Xuanwu Lake belong to the Zhu family. The passage to the Xuanwu secret realm must be in the hands of the Zhu family. It is estimated that only Mr. Zhu knows about it. Bar."

……

After hearing this news, Li Muchen finally understood why he met so many cultivators when he entered Zhumen Town. It turned out that Xuanwu Lake opened the secret realm.

Lin Manqing smiled and said: "It seems that you don't have enough respect. They are not here for you."

Li Muchen didn't care, it was just like this. With the dual attraction of Xuanming Sword and Xuanwu Secret Realm, he hoped to lure Tong Hao out.

At this time, the two monks had almost eaten.

The old monk asked the waiter to pack the remaining salted duck.

After Li Muchen paid the bill, they stood up and left together.

"What do you call Master?" Li Muchen asked.

"Poor monk Hai Kong, this is my disciple Ping Bo." The monk announced his name and asked, "What do you call the donor?"

"My name is Li Muchen."

As soon as these three words were said, the whole restaurant fell silent instantly.

All eyes turned towards them.

Li Muchen didn't care and walked out of the restaurant, leaving the diners stunned.

When they got outside, Monk Haikong asked: "I think this place is dangerous and it is not suitable to stay for a long time. Is the donor really not going to Putuo?"

Li Muchen smiled and said, "There is a secret realm here. It's rare to see. Monk, don't you want to take a look?"

Haikong said: "There is also a secret place in Putuo. It is waiting for someone who is destined to go there. The donor may be that person."

Li Muchen said: "Then let's wait until the fate comes."

Haikong shook his head, recited the Buddha's name, said goodbye to Li Muchen, and left with Pingbo.

Li Muchen and Lin Manqing were walking on the street when they suddenly heard someone behind them say: "Stop! Are you really Li Muchen?"

When he turned around, he saw that it was Huangfu Yan's ancestor and grandson.