Although Master Linji is famous for his "killing", he usually has a kind-hearted look and no airs or demeanor at all.

Therefore, during those days when they stayed at Ji Yuan's mansion, neither his second uncle Ji Chengzong nor his aunt could see how powerful this old monk was, and they thought he was just a wild fox Zen cheating people out of food and drink.

Even if the physical body is now fully developed and the two purple destiny numbers of [huge swallowing the sun] and [heart like steel] are obtained, the body will no longer be thin and decayed before, but will become tall and majestic.

When outsiders see the dirty monk robes and rough sandals, it is difficult to imagine that this is a five-level master who came from the Buddhist holy land!

If it weren't for the few flags in Fusi, Beizhen, who had seen Master Linji show his Dharmakaya, the unattractive old monk might not even be able to enter the inn.

In contrast, Meng Xuanji, with his fluttering sleeves and E Guanbo belt, is more like an outsider who doesn’t eat fireworks.

"Old monk, when it comes to martial arts and Qi training, I will be two or three points better than you.

Besides, training disciples, you are still the successor of Ji Jiulang.

And the talents and beautiful jade under our sect are no less impressive than those of the six true traditions.

It is clear at a glance who is higher or lower among us.

Jiulang asks for advice. This is called being smart and smart, and knowing who is a truly good teacher."

Meng Xuanji turned around, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile.

He and Linji, who was in charge of the Hidden Meridian, were considered old acquaintances.

Before the saint Jingchao became successful and showed his prominence, he once became a monk in Huangjue Temple and served as a novice monk, with some incense and affection.

Later, when the imperial court entered the world, Huangjue Temple contributed so much that it even earned the name "Tianjia Temple".

Of course, the meaning of praise or criticism is a matter of opinion.

Even if the fortune of Buddhism is now transferred from north to south to Xuankong Temple, the incense received by Huangjue Temple every year has not been reduced by half.

From the empress to the prince of the East Palace, several feudal princes would go there to ask for fortune-telling to resolve doubts or to pray for blessings and misfortunes.

"It's useless to talk too much. If you really have the guts, come out and fight."

The killing monk lowered his eyes, held the copper bowl in his right hand, and said calmly.

"Old ghost, you are so old, you still do these tricks of rejuvenation to fool the younger generation and show off your beauty!

You have been cheating and cheating in Zhenwu Mountain, and you have a bad record of fortune-telling by touching your breasts. If you were not beaten to death by Taoist Sword Immortal Yu Wenming, it was because you were lucky!"

Fortune telling by touching breasts?

Is there a chance to have Dudou consecrated?

Qintianjian's business is really extensive.

Ji Yuan's eyelids twitched slightly. He didn't expect that Jian Zheng was so wild when he was young, and even dared to tease the Kun Dao female cultivator from Zhenwu Mountain.

He is truly a role model for Pei Silang in life!

"The old monk is talking nonsense here! How can I do such a despicable thing if I uphold my integrity!

Those are all the bad things under my belt, committed by impostors, and have nothing to do with me."

Meng Xuanji's face trembled, his face was a little confused, and he scolded loudly with righteous words.

Then, he cast his gaze at Ji Yuan next to him, and saw that his registered disciple was looking at his eyes, nose, mouth, and heart, as if he hadn't heard anything, and then he showed a look of satisfaction.

"Then Mr. Meng, how do you explain that there is still a wooden sign saying 'Meng Xuanji and dogs are not allowed' on Taiyin Peak where Kun Dao gathers in Zhenwu Mountain?

The junior sister in charge of the teaching, ‘Yu Xiaozi’, was so heartbroken by you that she almost went crazy.

Do you dare to step into the 500-mile radius of Zhenwu Mountain now?

If Yu Wenming notices your energy, I'm afraid he will fight you with all his might right away, fighting with swords!"

The killing monk remained expressionless and continued to ask.

In his opinion, Jiulang can accept anyone as his master. Hidden Pulse emphasizes having no taboos and killing to protect the way.

There is no accountability for breaking the precepts, let alone a mere conservative sectarian opinion.

Only Meng Xuanji, an old man, did not practice cultivation. When he was young, he had many affairs and debts and made many enemies.

Because he has no face and skin, and speaks openly, he provokes countless enemies.

Not only did he ridicule the headmaster of Zhenwu Mountain for recruiting female disciples, but the pear blossoms overwhelmed the begonias,

He also scolded Abbot Dharmazhi of Huangjue Temple, saying he was like a wooden sculpture made of clay and had no intention of universal salvation.

The Wrath Vajra Seal of Xuankong Temple was not spared, saying that it was "a stubborn stone" with only a drop of wisdom and the Buddha's mind, which was not enough to achieve enlightenment.

Even the mountain chiefs and sacrificial wine from the two academies of Shangyin and Jixia fell into Meng Xuanji's mouth and became "pedantic scholars" and "old-fashioned old bookbags".

If it weren't for this person's extremely high level of Taoism, staying in Tianjing Imperial City all year round and rarely traveling around the world, at least half of the great masters on the mountain and river list would be gearing up and sharpening their swords!

Even Saint Yu Jingchao couldn't hold back this hero from Conglong, and once beat him half to death in a fit of anger.

As the saying goes, those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are dark. I have finally found a satisfactory successor. What if I let this old ghost Meng Xuanji lead me astray...

The consequences would be disastrous!

The killing monk seemed to be getting more and more angry as he thought about it, and Gujing Bubo's mood was in turmoil.

The drooped eyelids were gently raised, and a bright golden light seemed to be slowly brewing in the eyes.

"Old monk, are you serious? We are all teachers and role models. We all have our own prejudices. Why don't we sit down and have a good talk.

How unbecoming would it be to do something in front of juniors!?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Xuanji couldn't help but change the subject.

Considering how arrogant and domineering this old monk is, maybe he really transformed into the Wrathful King Ming just for Ji Jiulang.

Thinking of this, he coughed twice, glanced at the young Qianhu who was looking at the wolf, and said quickly:

"Ji Jiulang, we, master and apprentice, will talk about it next time. We won't talk much today.

If you have any questions about practice, just ask the old monk directly.

By the way, there is no need to worry about luck waiting for revenge that day.

White mountains and black waters, outside the Liaodong Pass, wherever the Jingchao territory goes, where the sun and moon shine.

Destroying the Holy Alliance... I will definitely not be able to touch you."

Meng Xuanji hurriedly uttered a few words, and this Taoist incarnation of the wandering god's energy control suddenly flashed and shot straight into the sky.

There were only a few people left in the inn's guest house who respected them like gods, such as the postmen and servants, all of whom seemed to have seen the real immortals on land, with faces full of reverence.

"Destroying the Holy Alliance will definitely not touch me? Why can Jian Zheng be so confident?"

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.

The Holy Alliance has buried their nails in Tianjing City, and Tianyunzi is about to enter Daming Mansion and enter the center of Jing Dynasty.

If he hadn't formed a causal relationship with himself, he would have made such a big noise and attracted the attention of the prison.

The other party may not suffer such a big loss!

"Since Mr. Meng said so, you don't have to think too much. He is a frivolous person who has not changed his business habits even at his age.

But you can also distinguish the serious from the serious, and there is no need to pretend to deceive."

The killing monk raised one hand in front of his chest and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"The Jing Dynasty established Xuanzhou, and its luck was at its peak, which was the best in three thousand years.

The guardians on the left and right of the Destruction Saint Alliance, a few old monsters, all of whom are great innates, sit outside the pass, which sounds very impressive.

After all, they are just lingering remnants, rats in the gutter, unable to see the light of day.

We can only play some tricks behind the scenes with the minions of the Four Gods!"

Ji Yuan hummed, and his initially worried thoughts were no longer floating in the air like a boulder falling to the ground.

He looked at the old monk holding a copper bowl. The red line in his left eye shrank uncertainly. From a tiny hairspring, it seemed to turn into a dragon over the river, and it grew rapidly.

Several balls of light that were as round as pills flashed and condensed into shape.

【The Essence of Mahasamadhi-Vipassana (Purple)】

[The Golden Light is the Best King’s Sutra Essence (Purple)]

[The Essence of the Theory of Indifference in the Mahayana Dharma Realm (Purple)]

"..."

Ji Yuan glanced at it and found that they were all classics from various Zen sects. Unexpectedly, Master Linji seemed to be ordinary, but in fact he had a profound understanding of Buddhism.

He took a step forward and casually took the Taoist fragments left behind by Meng Xuanji, as well as the essence of the classics that the killing monk had mastered, into his palms.

Then, he said again:

"Master, could you come to say goodbye?"

The killing monk said before that if he only sends himself outside Daming Mansion, he will return to find Yang Hong, the Duke of Liang.

And now we have arrived at the Inn Guesthouse in Huarong Mansion, if it hadn't been for the accident like bumping into Tianyunzi.

Master Linji may have drifted away long ago and left alone.
To be continued...