"Zhong Langjun, my sect has been summoned and I have to come back."

"The world of mortals has a long way to go, but we will meet again if we are destined!"

"——Qingfeng left a message in the fourth year of Wude."

Zhong Sheng turned over and read the three-finger-wide note several times.

He finally confirmed that Qingfeng Li really left and was not joking.

Then he yawned and left. The Taoist priest had something urgent at home, so he went back to deal with it.

The world is so big, there is always a chance to meet.

He has a life span of more than a thousand years, and has plenty of time to wait for the reunion. There is no rush, no rush.

Zhong Sheng held the table, groped through the wine jars one by one, found one that had not yet finished drinking, and drank up the remaining wine.

Touch your lips, it’s time to go.

It wasn't until the next day that he was finally sure that it was not drunkenness but the sequelae of a dream.

The great monk was taking a nap against the corner with his broom in his arms, when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

Zhong Sheng went back and took out his luggage, looking around and looking at two things respectively.

There are two things, the latter heals wounds and the former clears the mind, so they should have no effect.

Bai Maitreya used his golden body to oppress me, lest Zhen Qi die too slowly.

Okay, here’s the noise outside the Buddhist hall.

"Haha!"

I put away two things carelessly, so Bai Maitreya went in temporarily to rule out a comeback.

I made a bold decision, which was to advance but retreat.

"Amitabha, Master is broken, and the Buddha statue has returned from wandering around."

Zhong Sheng sighed, "Come again, yes, come, come, come, you will stay with me until the end."

If you continue to have it in a dream, you may need to heal it beforehand.

Touching your forehead with your upper mind, the glue has dried up and peeled off, using up all the medicinal power.

The great monk held the broom and turned back every step. Seeing the master's reaction after closing his eyes, he shook his head and walked away.

Next time it was a sitting Buddha statue, and that time it was a reclining Buddha statue, and the posture was quite fancy.

One is a wishful birthday, Qingfeng Li and I split it in half, the other is bamboo marrow outside a white jade bucket.

The clay statue was strong and replaced with a bronze statue and a gold statue.

The old monk opened his eyes and saw the disciple holding the broom rolling around, rushing in front of him and kneeling down.

The great monk is Ming, so if the temple is robbed, how can we just let it go?

Boom!

Zhong Sheng decided to take a two-pronged approach, smearing the Ruyi treasure saliva on his forehead and temples, and took a big mouthful of bamboo marrow.

Zhen Qi smelled the fishy smell of metal and felt sad. He was unprepared that time.

"Sin, sin."

It doesn’t mean that I went the wrong way.

Damn it, indulge in enjoyment, forget the passage of time, fall asleep directly in the wild, sleep quite soundly.

Zhen Qi laughed awkwardly and looked left and right. There should be people around.

Zhong Sheng turned around and hugged Bai Maitreya's arms. His arms were tightened like steel ropes, and he was strangled on the spot.

The collision sound is correct, the broken statue is a bronze statue.

"Stubbornness is a spirit, and it deserves to go to the fourteenth level of hell."

"I suffered a lot while wandering around here. Maybe I was robbed, and my arms were cut off, and a lot of the gold paint was scraped off my body."

That's okay, if the golden wind enters the belly, it will have to smash all the internal organs.

Zhong Sheng fell asleep as usual, but when he was young, a small patch of thick white appeared behind his face...

The great monk gestured, "Such a small Buddha statue!"

……

……

Insert both palms into the golden wind and tear it in half with force.

In the middle of the night, there was a summer rain, which woke me up.

However, an arm of the Buddha statue broke off and fell on the pedestal, breaking the altar table in half.

After leaving the inn, we started on our way back.

"Isn't that reasonable?"

"The Buddha statue is dead and the clouds are wandering in all directions. Don't make a fuss."

When he inquired in front of the store, Li Qingfeng left at dawn. He paid the bill in advance and prepared enough dry food and fodder for him in advance.

Zhong Sheng looked around for seven weeks. He was confused when he came here. Now that Fali came here, he found that he was lost. According to the original plan, he was to cross Hangu Pass and retreat into the Guanzhong Plain.

The golden wind swept towards me, and penetrated into my seven sense organs.

"Mistakes."

Bai Maitreya raised his hand and waved, and a golden wind blew from the ground, as sharp as a knife.

Zhong Sheng jumped out of the gap, jumped into the air, and hit Bai Miroku's arm.

Two more calm days passed

"Interesting!"

Zhong Sheng was so angry that he punched Jin Feng, causing severe pain from needles and knives to his skin.

Bai Maitreya's voice was like thunder falling from the clouds, rolling back and forth.

"There is a Buddha statue, are you looking for it?"

I stayed in this town for more than ten days, and now even Taoist Li has left.

Looking at the whole body of the Buddha statue, it has become a little less beautiful, and the gold paint is not peeling off anywhere.

"Master, there is an extra Buddha statue in the back of the hall?

As expected, it didn't work. What Li Qingfeng said was wrong. They were all treasures!

Before the great monk left, a heavy sigh came from the Maitreya Buddha statue, and it dissipated before it spread too far. The lingering sound lingered, and the reclining Buddha statue quietly loomed in the white darkness.

"It's bad. If you go up like that, you will have to sleep and wake up."

Here we go again!

Zhong Sheng was about to move forward when he saw behind Jin Feng, Bai Maitreya's palm raised low, flashing golden light.

At the same time

Feeling cool and excited!

When Zhen Qi stood up, he mentally used his fists to regain his peak condition.

A broken wooden Buddha arm fell to the ground.

"He's waiting..."

Zhen Qi closed her eyes and felt the feeling of fatigue swept away, all over her body.

It's a pity that such a low-profile Buddha statue would be very valuable.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m still hungover, or because I had such an intense dream last night that I’ve been wandering around in a heavy mood all day long.

But the customs and scenery in the distance are clearly the characteristics of the Heluo Central Plains.

"Master, you are lazy."

Zhong Sheng seemed to have won, but in fact he suffered a small loss. His mind was in a daze, and he seemed to be sleeping and waking up all day long.

The great monk hurriedly rushed into the Buddhist hall and saw the flying Maitreya Buddha statue reappearing.

"Oh!"

Zhong Sheng pointed at Bai Maitreya, "Come again, let's have another eight hundred rounds of small battles."

On the thick white sky, a humanoid silhouette hurriedly walked out, and it was Bai Maitreya again.

"Hey, where is that?"

The distance is too far, but the power coming towards you is very close.

Zhen Qi looked at the opposite side. His posture was the same as next time. Did he change his equipment?
To be continued...