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Chapter 387: The Great Monk and the Little Bald Donkey Fucked a Nest

After walking into the camp, not long after, several people walked out from the corner in front. :Read novel [New] The first one was an old man with white eyebrows who looked about sixty years old, with black eyes, a high nose, gray temples, and slightly convex cheekbones.

The angular face combined with the aura exuding from his body is like a simple and dignified ancient sword that has been preserved for countless years. He is also dressed in a black silk robe, with a green pine bun on his head, and a sword about the length of his back behind his back.

The big sword, five feet wide and long, slowly walked towards it, giving people an extremely weird feeling. It was moving and still. If it didn't move, it would be like a stone sculpture sitting on a dangerous bank for ten thousand years. If it moved, it would be like a cold sword from the sky that scares ghosts and gods.

When Lang Fei looked at him, the old man also glanced at several people one by one. His eyes finally stopped on Fairy Yunxia, ​​stepped forward, laughed like a thunderous laugh several times, and then clasped his fists in greeting. "Fairy Yunxia, ​​one

I haven’t seen you for a few days, I miss you so much.”

Fairy Yunxia had no intention of being polite to him, and smiled slightly. "Qingjun, you have lost the front station. Not only are you thinking about how to get it back, but you are still in the mood to reminisce with me?"

Hearing Fairy Yunxia's sarcastic words, Master Qingjun blushed and laughed, "Junior sister Yunxia, ​​you are still so unreasonable with your mouth, hurry up... stop standing here, this way

Please..." As he said this, he separated the people behind him and led Fairy Yunxia forward.

Everyone followed in order, and in a blink of an eye they arrived in front of a large hall that looked like an inverted dagger. Master Qingjun led the four people into the hall, greeted them one after another, arranged for them to sit down, and served tea to the disciples on duty. After the tea, he spoke.

I asked about yesterday's beast tide. After listening to Fairy Yunxia's words, she also explained in detail how her stronghold was attacked by the beast tide the day before yesterday and was defeated in a fierce battle.

After a while of chatting, Master Qingjun asked about Xiao Yuer who helped Yunxia Sect defeat the enemy, so the fairy brought the topic to Lang Fei.

Only then did Master Qingjun look at Lang Fei in detail. When he heard that Lang Fei was a disciple of the late Master Xuanyu, the immortal of Changqing Alchemy, he couldn't help but sigh again. He asked Lang Fei to mourn and change.

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"This guy is just using it as an afterthought. He has been friends with the old Taoist Xuanyu for a long time. I don't think that when the old Taoist Xuanyu was still alive, how could he even mention a word about Master Qingjun. Now that I have a problem, I want to use my own power.

Now that I have the strength, I have the shame to get close to you. No matter how you look at it, you are not only an iron rooster, but also an old fox." Although he was complaining in his heart, Lang Fei naturally would not say his true thoughts, and just kept saying, "Thank you, uncle."

Concerned..."

The two sides exchanged some useless words again. At a quarter past noon, a disciple walked in from outside the hall and reported that the Zen Heart Patriarch of the Jialan Sect had arrived and was at the gate of the camp.

Master Qingjun nodded with Fairy Yunxia, ​​then stood up, and together with the rest of the people behind him, walked out of the palace and welcomed him out.

Not far ahead, I saw five people walking from the entrance of the camp. The first one was a monk with a beard and eyebrows. Judging from the wrinkles on his face, he looked like an old man in his seventies in the secular world, but there were some differences between the two. Secular.

The man in the world is already seventy years old, and his body hair is all white. But the great monk in front of him is different. His long eyebrows and long beard are as black as ink, with a hint of oil. Looking at his clothes, he is quite simple, with a soapy upper body.

He wears straight linen, a pair of baggy monk trousers, and a pair of half-used monk boots. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the twelve ring scars on the top door like a whetstone.

"Hey, this is a good meal for a monk. He doesn't have hair on his head, but he eats all the oil and water on his eyebrows and beard." The boy looked at it while secretly having fun in his heart. This was the first time he saw Buddhism in the world of cultivation.

As for the middle-aged man, he really looked at her a few times.

As if they sensed that the boy's thoughts were somewhat malicious, the two disciple-looking guys behind the great monk glared at him bitterly.

Lang Fei felt that he had been provoked by the two of them, and was just about to stare back when Xiao Yun rushed out, took Lang Fei's hand, pointed at the two middle-aged monks behind Zen Heart Patriarch, and cursed: "

You damn bastard, I don’t want to encounter you two here as an eyesore!”

"Is that you?" The two monks took a look at Xiaoyun and recognized that it was the girl from the Yunxia Sect who was the most unscrupulous in their lives. Their expressions suddenly changed and they guarded their master, not wanting to be angry but not daring to be angry. [ ] If not held accountable.

, and I felt insulted by a little girl, and I really couldn’t swallow this bad breath.

Just when the two of them were in trouble, an old monk with stilted eyebrows who was walking side by side with Zen Xin Patriarch looked up at Xiao Yun and pronounced the name of the Buddha.

, I am a Buddhist who is pure and at ease, and I most avoid being contaminated by bad karma."

What the old monk said was pleasant, but what he did was really unreasonable. Xiaoyun originally wanted to curse a few more words, but suddenly she felt a breath as heavy as a mountain, suppressing the harsh words that had reached her lips.

In the belly.

The old man's actions made several masters present feel like a mirror. Master Qingjun was watching the show happily, but Yunxia Sect's side, before Fairy Yunxia took any action, then

Bian Langfei gave up now, not to mention that the day before yesterday due to the poor hospitality of the Jialan Sect, Xiaoyun was so angry that she had returned early. It happened that the Tianjian Sect was defeated, so she almost died at the hands of Master Xiyan. This little girl has always been outspoken.

, but his words were a bit harsh at this time. He is a monk in the Qi Transformation Realm, and as an elder, he shamelessly bullies a junior. This is unbearable!

Playing with coercion is not something he boasts about. Among the immortals around him, which one has a stronger consciousness than him. Before Fairy Qingxia and Fairy Yunxia could fall out, Lang Fei snorted coldly and suddenly released his consciousness. The two sides only touched each other.

, the old monk's spiritual consciousness rolled back. Seeing this, Lang Fei was still not satisfied, he twisted his spiritual consciousness into a strand, and faced the old monk, using all his strength to use the God Converging Burst.

The old monk is the disciple of the ancestor of Zen Xin. His Dharma name is Zen Xing. His cultivation level is only in the early stage of Qi transformation. Although Lang Fei's cultivation level is not enough, he will not be injured by his concentration of energy. However, he was affected by it and still lost his mind.

For a moment.

In the blink of an eye, he realized what had happened to him. Master Zen's face turned extremely pale for a moment. Although he had lost consciousness for only a moment, if this was placed on the battlefield and he encountered some difficult opponent, wouldn't it be like being in the underworld?

Got away for a while.

Zen Master did not know that this was Lang Fei's action, and thought that Fairy Yunxia was angry and wanted to relieve her disciple's hatred. When he looked at Zen Sweetheart, he saw that the old monk turned a blind eye and did not react.

Seeing this, no matter how stupid the Zen master is, he knows that he will never be able to repay this humiliation. He has no choice but to look at his nose, his nose and his heart, lower his head and stop talking.

Everyone around them saw some clues and knew that Master Zenxing had suffered a lot. They all turned their heads to look at Fairy Yunxia. They sighed inwardly despite her usually gentle temperament, but once she was involved with his disciple, she was...

Extremely protective of shortcomings.

Only Fairy Yunxia knew that she was angry and wanted to teach Zen Master a lesson, but she failed. Before she could take action, Zen Master was rendered dumb out of thin air.

"Master Qingjun will definitely not help me, and Master Zen will not help me even more. Neither Gengjie nor the two have such magical powers. Who could that be?" Fairy Yunxia suddenly remembered the strange scene that happened when Lang Fei fought against Master Heisha.

."Is it Mr. Fei?" Fairy Yunxia turned her head and glanced at him, only to see the boy pretending to be nothing, comforting Xiaoyun while winking at the two disciples of his beloved Zen opposite.

"This little bastard, if you underestimate him, eight out of ten will capsize in the gutter." Fairy Yunxia glanced at Fairy Qingxia and understood something in her eyes. The two girls looked at each other and smiled.

Tell me about this! No one else! It was definitely that kid who did it.

"Cough...cough...what do you mean? We haven't seen each other for many days. Why did we start fighting among ourselves when we met? Listen to me, the overall situation is more important..." Seeing that the situation has calmed down, Qing, who is always used to thinking after the fact,

Only then did Master Jun speak to persuade him to let go.

"Hmph..." Fairy Yunxia snorted coldly and made no comment.

Turning his head, he saw that his Zen sweetheart acted like he had nothing to do with himself and was wandering in a futile state. Master Qingjun smiled slightly and leaned to his side. "Everyone, please follow me. Let's first study the matter of dealing with the beast tide." He said.

Stop and lead the way.

After Fairy Yunxia looked at Master Zen again coldly, she led Lang Fei and others to follow him.

The Jialan Sect suffered a secret loss. Although Zen Sweetheart's two disciples were dissatisfied, the master did not speak and Zen Master admitted defeat. So he had no choice but to hold his breath and follow Zen Sweetheart.

Follow Master Qingjun away.

On the way, Zen's beloved didn't say a word, as if he was really indifferent to the matter. Although it seemed like this on the surface, his dim old eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, swept Lang Fei's eyes full of surprise.

Back view.

In the blink of an eye, Master Qingjun led everyone to a side hall outside the camp. After entering, they first saw a ball suspended in the void. The surface of the ball was crystal clear and transparent, and there were countless silver-white light spots regularly distributed in it. There was a small pool one foot square under the ball.

The blue waves are rippling in the pool. Six agarwood chairs and two embroidered piers are placed around the pool. The carvings are exquisite and flawless. There is also a black crystal incense burner under the pillars on one side, which contains ambergris that is thousands of years old.

Wisps of smoke drifted out, filling the entire hall with a mellow and fragrant aroma.

"Several masters, please!" Master Qingjun sat behind the main seat and called everyone behind him to sit down. Fairy Yunxia walked in front. Lang Fei saw Zen Heart Patriarch before he entered the hall and settled down. His movements were reversed.

Quickly, sit down on an agarwood chair, close your eyes and relax.

The Jialan Sect and others who arrived later were stunned. The two disciples of Zen sweetheart, named Huixing and Huineng, were furious. They both jumped out, pointed at Lang Fei and cursed: "Good boy, who do you think you are?

There is no room for you to sit on these six agarwood chairs."

When Master Qingjun saw this, he said to himself: Well, one wave after another has come up again. The little girl over there is still showing a bitter and hateful expression towards the two of them, and the silly boy here is going to kill the whole family again.

The Jialan Sect has been offended. I want to see what Fairy Yunxia says. How will this matter end?

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