Something is wrong with Jian Zun

The monk who suddenly appeared was dressed in a white monk robe, thin and bony, with a pure temperament, and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Just looking at it, people couldn't help feeling good, but they didn't dare to approach him for fear of profanity.

Especially noticeable are those eyes.

Bright and clear, like a morning star, like a newborn child, so clean that one can't help but feel ashamed.

Senior Brother Tai Yuanzong's sneer couldn't hold back anymore, it turned into a look of shock, and he blurted out: "Tan, Master Tan Yuan..."

The group of monks outside had never seen Buddha with their own eyes, and there was an uproar when they heard that he had confirmed the monk's identity.

Did you really call out to Chu Zhaoliu? !

Chu Zhaoliu was about to smile: "Who makes it so difficult to see you?"

There was a bit of sarcasm in these words, but they were not aimed at Tan Yuan.

He had very little experience in the world, and was completely blank about human relations and sophistication, so he answered seriously in a daze, "If you want to see me, you can just go to the Buddhist sect, why is it so difficult."

Everyone: "..."

This is a Buddha.

Being treasured by the Buddhist sect, he was kept in the sect for hundreds of years, waiting for him to ascend to the Buddha's son.

These two people are so familiar?

Everyone was staring blankly at Chu Zhaoliu, who was chatting and laughing with the Buddha, when a majestic voice sounded from the entrance: "What's going on, who dares to make noise here?"

The two dazed Taiyuanzong disciples came back to their senses, and saluted with restrained faces: "Uncle Jia!"

Uncle Jia came out with a sullen face, and behind him was a tall and handsome Confucian student wearing a scarf.

It was chaotic outside, but he saw Chu Zhaoliu in the crowd at a glance—that appearance was too conspicuous, unpretentious, and hard to ignore.

Confucian scholar frowned slightly.

Seeing him, two Taiyuanzong disciples hurriedly saluted: "Hello, Patriarch Chu."

Chu Zhaoliu acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and he didn't glance over.

Xie Ming, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Chu Jingchi lightly.

After Chu Zhaoliu's parents disappeared, the position of Patriarch fell to Chu Zhaoliu's father's elder brother.

Chu Zhaoliu's father, Chu Qingqu, was also a well-known genius. In comparison, Chu Jingchi, as the eldest brother, was mediocre and was overshadowed by his younger brother's brilliance. Gave it to my brother.

Even if he didn't know much about the Chu family, Xie Ming could guess that the current Patriarch of the Chu family had no close relationship with Chu Zhaoliu.

Chu Zhaoliu said that when his spiritual pulse was broken, the drama around him was very exciting.

Then, did this uncle play any role in that big drama?

Chu Jingchi was walking towards Chu Zhaoliu, but suddenly stopped.

A creepy sense of crisis rushed into his heart, and he glanced around in surprise, wondering.

Where did this sight come from, just a glance... sent chills down his spine.

He hesitated, but Elder Jia didn't realize it.

Someone suddenly shouted the Buddha's name outside the dojo, and was extremely rude. Tai Yuanzong, who was the home court, also felt that he had been humiliated. Elder Jia saw Tan Yuan at a glance, cupped his hands and said, "Master Tan Yuan, why don't you do it yourself? I'm out, I'm really sorry, please go back to the dojo and sit down, here I will..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chu Zhaoliu, his humble voice faltered, and a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth: "Who am I, it turned out to be you."

Chu Zhaoliu was so bored that he slapped his fan. When he heard him holding a gun and a stick, he was a little puzzled, and asked sincerely: "Which one do you know, do we know each other?"

Elder Jia's face turned blue.

That gaze was fleeting, no matter how suspicious Chu Jingchi was, he could only raise his guard in secret, paced over with his hands behind his back, and said in a calm manner: "My nephew may have forgotten that when you were 13 years old and just broke through the Golden Core , once defeated Elder Jia on the martial arts training stage, and only used three moves, it is really a good story."

around:"……"

This mouth is too damaged!

After finishing the slander, and then noticing the content of his words, everyone hissed in unison.

It wasn't until this moment that they remembered that this pale and weak useless beauty was the one who stepped on the heads of all the so-called "geniuses" before her veins were broken and she became a laughing stock.

Elder Jia was also the one who was trampled miserably.

Elder Jia's face was blue and black, with faint redness, very colorful.

Chu Zhaoliu recalled a little bit, he was very frivolous at that time, he had too many defeated opponents, and still had no impression, so he left this person behind and put on a hypocritical smile: "Huh? I just noticed that Patriarch Chu It's here too, so stay safe."

Chu Jingchi also smiled: "Thanks to you, it's very good. Is my nephew coming to Tianqing Mountain to listen to the Zen meeting? These little disciples don't have eyes, so they dare to stop you. Come in with me."

Chu Zhaoliu smiled brightly: "No, no, it's not a place where anyone can enter. I'll just stand outside."

Elder Jia had just been humiliated by Chu Jingchi lightly, but Chu Jingchi couldn't take the blame, so he could only admit it with his nose pinched, and sent his embarrassment to Chu Zhaoliu. Hearing this, there was a hint of joy and contempt in his eyes. , sneering and sarcastic: "I didn't expect Mr. Chu to have such self-knowledge. It was then and then, and this is now. It is a great fortune to be able to know my identity."

Chu Zhaoliu nodded in agreement: "The hero sees the same thing, and I don't want to give in to myself."

Elder Jia was stunned for a few moments, then flew into a rage: "Chu Zhaoliu, you are so arrogant!"

"Elder Jia, don't get angry."

A gentle voice came from the side.

Elder Jia recovered from his dizzy anger, only to remember that Tan Yuan was still by his side.

Seeing such an inexplicable farce for the people of the Buddhist sect, he was somewhat embarrassed, and said with a sullen face: "Let the master see the joke, we don't need to talk to such a vulgar and useless person, I will call him He drove down the mountain."

Tan Yuan was unaware of the atmosphere at the scene, her voice was clear and pleasant, and she sounded very comfortable: "I'm really sorry, benefactor Chu is here to find me, if there is any rudeness, the poor monk will apologize on his behalf."

After a pause, he looked at the group of monks who were stopped outside the dojo, showing a slight disapproval expression: "Since it is said that the Buddha listens to Zen, the poor monk feels that it is not appropriate to keep these fellow Taoists out."

Elder Jia was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Master Tan Yuan is right, haha, we didn't think carefully, so we removed the barrier."

Tan Yuan smiled at him, then turned to Chu Zhaoliu: "It's been a long time, and you haven't told me yet, what did you ask me to come out for?"

Long time no see?

Elder Jia opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

Are Chu Zhaoliu and Tan Yuan still old friends?

Countless sights came from all around, both bright and dark, Chu Zhaoliu didn't want to say much, and smiled with squinted eyes: "A little personal matter, it's urgent. Do you want to attend the meditation meeting first?"

Tan Yuan looked solemn, and bowed to Elder Jia: "Elder Jia also heard, there is an important matter suddenly, it is really inconvenient for the poor monk to stay longer, please ask the elder to apologize to the others on behalf of the poor monk."

Everyone: "..."

Why didn't Chu Zhaoliu say anything, his business is the important thing, you agreed without hesitation?

Where did Chu Zhaoliu get such a big face from?

Even if he was indeed a peerless genius, it was only once.

He was very polite, and his attitude was extraordinarily modest. Elder Jia was speechless: "Master Tan Yuan, this..."

Tan Yuan's tone was gentle, but her attitude could not be rejected: "The poor monk will excuse me now."

Chu Zhaoliu grinningly cast a flying eye at Elder Jia, seeing that the latter was blushing with anger but dared not speak out, so he threw out a magic weapon with his sleeves.

The walnut-sized thing is good at facing the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a gilt canopy carriage that can accommodate several people sitting side by side. As mounts, there are two paper-cut unicorns that are vividly painted, stepping on the fire, majestic and majestic.

Chu Jingchi, who had been quiet for a while, opened his voice again: "Oh? This is the walking aid that the second brother made for you. It's quite interesting to look at."

Chu Zhaoliu paused with his fingertips shaking the fan, his eyes turned cold.

Chu Jingchi was always leisurely, and his tone was unhurried: "The Chu family's sacrificial ceremony next month, don't miss it anymore."

In front of everyone, he sighed slightly: "No one has swept your parents' tomb all these years."

Chu Zhaoliu's eyebrows twitched.

Xie Ming half-closed his eyes.

At this moment just now, he clearly saw the fleeting killing intent in Chu Zhaoliu's eyes.

But Chu Zhaoliu did not get angry, instead he pursed his lips and smiled: "My parents are still alive and well, so naturally there is no need to sweep the grave. But if it is the uncle's grave, my nephew will definitely come to sweep it."

Chu Jingchi didn't seem to hear the second part of the sentence: "Nephew is really stubborn, but it seems that you have agreed to come back? Congratulations, the third day of next month, don't be too late."

What responded to him was the dust stirred up by the carriage as it flew up.

Although the speed of this carriage was not as fast as Yujian, Tianqing Mountain was completely forgotten in just a moment.

Chu Zhaoliu was not as calm as he seemed, closed his eyes to suppress the irritability and tyranny rising in his heart, leaned back lazily, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Tan Yuan, and his mood had already calmed down: "I'm not happy yet. Thank you for helping me out of trouble? What kind of Zen meeting is this Taiyuanzong holding, and the meeting is not bad, and you are willing to come to this kind of occasion."

Tan Yuan said helplessly: "I have been in seclusion for many years, and my teacher asked me to respect it."

Chu Zhaoliu clicked his tongue.

Tan Yuan was ordained in her teens. For hundreds of years, she has been practicing in the Buddhist sect, almost never leaving her home.

In Chu Zhaoliu's view, this is very unusual.

The people of the Buddhist sect are too precious Tan Yuan. Although the natural Buddha bone is indeed rare, but it does not allow people to have a chance to practice. After all, it is just talk on paper.

But also because of this, although the two have a large age difference, there is no barrier between them when they get along.

He leaned forward with a smile, and raised Tan Yuan's chin with his fingers, like a dandy molesting a good family: "Then you just go with me, aren't you afraid of offending people?"

Tan Yuan knew that Chu Zhaoliu had bad intentions, so she didn't move, she sat cross-legged dignifiedly, and said solemnly: "Since you said something, it must be important. The poor monk can clearly distinguish which is more important, and you should put the important thing first. .”

Chu Zhaoliu laughed: "Well said! My business is naturally the most important thing."

Xie Ming: "..."

With a cold face, Xie Ming stretched out his hand, like picking up a cat, grabbed Chu Zhaoliu by the collar, grabbed him back and sat down.

Tan Yuan's eyes turned and fell on him, her attitude was somewhat cautious: "Who is this benefactor?"

Xie Ming's illusory appearance is ordinary, if thrown into the crowd, it will disappear.

But he himself has an excellent temperament, even if he sits quietly on one side with such a featureless face, he dare not ignore anyone who has any insight.

Chu Zhaoliu tugged at his collar, and said casually: "How about the dressed boy I bought on the road, does it look okay?"

Tan Yuan stared at it for a moment, her expression became solemn, and she shook her head: "You're talking nonsense again, how did you buy the No. 1 Sword Master Li Hai in the world to be a dressing boy? Thank you benefactor, I've heard about it for a long time."

The contradiction between Fozong and Xie Ming is not small.

During the war that year, Xie Ming killed not only demons, but also many monks who were either threatened or tempted to rebel.

For these people, the Buddhist sect advocates that they should be locked up in a secluded prison, and it is enough to think about it sincerely. God has the virtue of being good at life, and everyone has the opportunity to repent and redeem, except for those who have committed serious crimes.

Xie Ming's attitude was completely opposite, iron-blooded and ruthless, he raised his sword and dropped it, leaving no one behind.

In the later stage of the war, the demon clan was weak and scattered and fled. Xie Ming, alone with one sword, chased and killed them all the way from the haze in the north to the South Sea in Suyang.

In the end, the Yaozu surrendered, but Xie Ming refused to surrender. In front of countless people, he turned his hands and killed the Yaozu's envoy.

The Buddhist monk who was already dissatisfied with his actions left, asserting that Xie Ming's killing intent was too heavy and his killing karma was too heavy, and that he would suffer backlash in the future. After that, I also had some fear and opinions on him.

So Tan Yuan faced Xie Ming with some subtleties.

I can't say I'm disgusted, but I'm also quite displeased.

Of course Xie Ming didn't like people from the Buddhist sect either.

However, what he thinks and does will not be troubled by the interference of outsiders' words. He frankly removes the blindfold, reveals his true face, and gives Tan Yuan a slight nod as a greeting.

"Even Xie benefactor can't solve the matter you are looking for me?" Tan Yuan didn't get entangled in why Xie Ming was here, she grasped the point, with a dignified expression, "Zhao Liu, tell me in detail."

Don't call him a benefactor, and don't take a surname, just call him by his name?

Xie Ming glanced at him indistinctly.

Is the relationship so good?

Chu Zhaoliu concealed the antecedents, from the time when he and Xie Ming met the puppet of resentment in Yutou Mountain, he roughly talked about his experiences.

Tan Yuan was stunned: "Xuexue Country?"

Chu Zhaoliu was also surprised: "You know?"

Tan Yuan pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "400 years ago, there were two major kingdoms, Xixue and Dongxia, in the territory of Suyang. Xixue was strong, while Dongxia was weak. In a battle with the Eastern Xia Kingdom, Xixue was destroyed."

He paused: "When the army of the Eastern Xia Kingdom besieged the capital, they promised the royal family of the Western Snow Kingdom that as long as they opened the city gate, they would spare the people in the city. A big fire was set off, and the Xixue royal family was tortured to death, and their grievances have lingered ever since. After Dongxia's great victory, they did not use this to unify Suyang, on the contrary, they also disappeared soon after."

Chu Zhaoliu clicked his tongue: "Eastern Xia is not benevolent and unrighteous, and the unlucky ones are those ordinary people."

Whether it was the head of Yutou Village or the innkeeper, they all said that some monks had intervened in the dispute between the two countries.

Now that Suyang is barren and barren, and the history of the two countries is blurred, it is very likely that it was caused by that monk.

As expected, that monk should be "Yin Heguang".

He and Xie Ming had never heard of such a person in Xiujie, and their identities were also mysterious when they instructed the Yaozu to slaughter Lumingzong... Could it be the same person?

While thinking quickly, Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming said in unison: "Have you heard of Yin Heguang?"

Exactly, word for word.

The two froze for a moment, looked at each other strangely, and looked away as if they had been stabbed by something.

After a while, Chu Zhaoliu suppressed the lingering sense of strangeness, and looked at Tan Yuan again: "Why don't you speak?"

Tan Yuan looked at the two of them strangely, and blinked: "The relationship between the two of you is so good?"

Chu Zhaoliu was very blunt: "Tan Yuan, you may have to take off your eyes and wash them before putting them back in."

Tan Yuan smiled, very tolerant, and did not care about Chu Zhaoliu: "Since the situation is urgent, let's hurry there as soon as possible."

Chu Zhaoliu nodded, put away the magic weapon of the carriage, raised his head, and there were two people in front of him, one holding a sword, and the other with a lotus under his feet, all waiting for him.

Xie Ming spoke briefly: "Come up."

Tan Yuan's tone was gentle: "Let me take you."

Chu Zhaoliu stared at the two hands stretched out in front of him, and choked for a moment.

The sentence "Why don't I come by myself" didn't come out, Tan Yuan added in a gentle tone: "Zhaoliu is not in good health, I need to take care of you on the way, thank you for taking care of yourself."

Xie Ming looked at him blankly for a few seconds, then turned his head and moved his thin lips: "Junior brother, come here."

The author has something to say:

Xie Ming: It can also be a stripper.

Chu Zhaoliu:?

Xie Ming: Responsible for dressing and taking off, is there any problem?

Chu Zhaoliu:? ? ?