Mysterious World Tour

Tan Mo was a little confused, what was going on?

At this moment, Qiqi snorted at him and felt still angry. After snorting again, she ran to the Taoist nun with a sullen face, and then walked into a monk's building with the Taoist nun without looking back. Abandon.

It happened to be next door to the monk's residence where their senior brothers lived.

Bang.

The door of the monk's dormitory was slammed hard, as if he was still angry.

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Tan Mo then looked at his three senior brothers.

There is no doubt that his three senior brothers definitely know about this matter, and it is definitely related to them.

"Senior brother, why did you fight with that Taoist nun? Living next to each other has been troublesome these days." Tan Mo said.

"I don't want to either." Jing Xukong sighed and rolled up his sleeves. Just now he was fighting with the Taoist nun, and was struck several times by the Taoist nun's sword. At this time, the sleeves of the monk's robe were in tatters, and there were several bright red marks on his arms, but luckily there was no bleeding.

After the inspection, Jing Xukong pointed at the two bald heads hiding in the monk's house, rolled his eyes and said, "This has nothing to do with me, I just stepped forward."

"It's none of my business either." Bai Guzi quickly distanced himself from the relationship, pointed to the fat white monk beside him, and said, "It's all the trouble caused by the fifth junior brother in his early years."

"Thank you so much, Third Senior Brother!" Jie Bodhi thanked Jingxukong first, and then explained: "In order to avoid fratricide, I was tired of the endless grudges, and it was like being raised as a poison. In the end, I just If only one king insect could survive, I found the abbot and asked to become a monk."

"At that time, I really didn't want to pay attention to this worldly thing, so I faked my own death. But I didn't expect that Chuxue would be so affectionate towards me."

Jie Bodhi said this with a wry smile on his face.

Tan Mo clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name without saying anything else. The Chuxue mentioned by Jie Bodhi was undoubtedly the name of the Taoist nun. Knowing that the reason for this matter was that Jie Bodhi had not dealt with it well before leaving home, Tan Mo had no intention of getting to the bottom of it.

This is a private matter, and it is best for outsiders not to interfere.

Seeing Tan Mo like this, Jing Xukong called Tan Mo over and asked, "Junior brother, have you seen your sister?"

Tan Mo nodded.

"Then why don't you talk for a while? You haven't seen each other for a long time, and she is your only close relative now. Even if you delay for half a day and come back, we won't say anything."

Tan Mo thought for a while and said truthfully: "Tan Sujin is my sister, but now Tan Sujin may only be my sister in her skin."

When Jing Xukong heard this, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Shaoyao County right now... we came at the wrong time." Bai Guzi thought about it, and his elongated horse face suddenly became even longer.

"However, we should be able to leave safely." Jing Xukong said, "As long as we stay in Jinshan Master Temple and don't go out these days. With so many people coming to the temple to seek protection from the abbot, it is obvious that this Master Jinshan Temple can protect these people, and it can also protect us.”

Bai Guzi and Jie Bodhi nodded.

"But..." Tan Mo wanted to say that since Tan Sujin was rescued by the abbot of Niutou Temple and Tan Sujin had problems, then the abbot undoubtedly also had problems, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Bones.

"Junior brother, we all understand what you mean. However, with so many people coming to Niutou Temple, there will be trouble in the spiritual world of Shaoyao County, right?"

Tan Mo thought for a while and nodded.

"Please tidy up the house, we are going to live in this place for a few days." Bai Guzi said again.

Jing Xukong and the others nodded in agreement, and Tan Mo followed them to clean up together.

There is no bed in this monk's house, only a few wooden boards, which are built with stones to serve as beds for several people to sleep on. There are no other supplies at all. Fortunately, when Tan Mo came, he had everything he had brought with him. It was also a hot season, so as long as there were no mosquitoes, he could sleep peacefully.

After packing up, Jing Xukong went to Mingxin to borrow needle and thread to mend the monk's clothes.

Bai Guzi saw that it was getting late, so he went to the canteen in the temple to find food. If the price was not expensive, he would buy some steamed buns.

Jie Bodhi didn't dare to stay in the yard. He didn't feel safe following Bai Guzi, so he and Jing Xukong went to borrow needle and thread.

For a moment, Tan Mo was the only one left.

Tan Mo sat at the door and chanted sutras. There are so many people in this place that it is inconvenient to practice boxing, so I can only chant sutras.

After reciting for a while, he heard a burst of soft footsteps, and the little girl Qiqi he had met before appeared in front of him, with her little hands on her hips, she hummed softly and said, "Stop reciting, it's so noisy, it stinks." Monk."

Tan Mo stopped, glanced at this guy, and then said slowly: "Reciting sutras is also practice. You are the Kun Dao, and you have to recite sutras morning and night. Although the sutras you recite are different from those of the young monk, they lead to the same goal through different paths. You have this kind of mentality , it’s wrong. Come, sit down and listen to me chanting, don’t make any noise.”

"Who wants to listen to your chanting! And how do you know that I will become a monk like my aunt?" The little girl said angrily, and then asked strangely.

Tan Mo did not answer, but asked thoughtfully: "Is that Taoist nun your aunt?"

"No, it's my master, but the master doesn't like me calling her master, so she asked me to call her aunt."

"Your aunt is your master. If so, your master is a monk, you must become a monk, otherwise how can you become a disciple?" Tan Mo's face was wooden, and it seemed that a flock of crows flew over his heart.

It's really hard to talk to a child.

"You are wrong." The little girl smiled at this time, and then said complacently: "Although I follow my aunt, when I grow up, I will get married. I will not become a monk, so I don't have to chant like you!"

Tan Mo just asked casually, and after hearing her say so much, he put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then continued to chant.

A monk who doesn't chant is not a good monk.

And chanting is something that requires perseverance.

How can it be stopped because of a little girl's words?

When thinking this, suddenly a cold light flashed, and Tan Mo felt a cold wind brushing his cheek, followed by a dong sound on the wall of the monk's house next to him.

The sound was dull and particularly shocking.

Tan Mo couldn't help but glance over, and then he saw a three-foot short sword nailed into the wall, and the sword was still shaking.

This made Tan Mo swallow his saliva subconsciously.

He touched his cheek, and it didn't feel wet, but it was a little burning.

There was no bleeding, but it was certain that there was a little scratch.

Then, Tan Mo saw the Taoist nun just now slowly walked over and stood beside him.

The Taoist nun first pulled out the sword, then looked at him expressionlessly, with cold eyes, and then whispered: "Shut up."

Tan Mo clasped his hands together and nodded quickly.

This woman is really vicious.