"Senior, would you like Master Kong Huan and the Eighteen Arhats to go in first? Hongfa Temple is a Buddhist dojo, and they can use it as an excuse to take back the temple." Jiang Xiaoyu was determined not to make unnecessary sacrifices. Although Snow Kuang Monk was his master,
Apart from the magical power of Buddhism, he was never taught any Buddhist compassion.
"Yes, it's a good idea." The whistle waved the folding fan, just like before, only saying yes but not taking action.
Kong Huan and the Eighteen Arhats were ambushing behind Hongfa Temple, as well as Snow Kuang Monk. Everyone knew that it was not a good idea to persuade them to take action first.
In Hongfa Temple, Zhu Tong and his two senior brothers sat on the natural incense table in Dongzhong Temple and listened clearly to what Jiang Xiaoyu and the whistle said. There was a bug placed by Zhu Tong under the stone table in the pavilion, and there was also a bug in the main hall.
, the other bug is in the Zen room at the entrance of Dongzhong Temple.
Zhu Shan and Zhu Hai stood guard at the entrance, holding dung forks in their hands, and sealed the hole tightly for only two people to enter and exit.
The so-called natural Buddha statue in the cave temple is more like a statue of the God of Wealth than a Bodhisattva; only the smooth top looks a bit like a monk, and its expression, gestures, and sitting posture are all full of secular flavor. The light yellow balls on the hands are
Shi Jing is said to be a wooden fish, but the little liar sees it as a gold ingot.
Speaking of which, Zhu Yun made a fortune when he bought this temple. There were many valuable treasures in the sealed cave temple at that time, including two jars of gold and silver ingots, and many Buddhist scriptures.
If the senior monks who hid Buddha statues and treasures knew that these things ended up being cheap to a group of fake monks, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood even if they truly achieved full merit and achieved Buddhahood.
However, the chance of such a money-grubbing monk becoming a Buddha is slim. The man Zhu Yun invited to preside over Hongfa Temple is really an eminent monk. He doesn't care about incense money and has taken in many wandering orphans, Cheng Hu and Cheng Feng, for more than ten years.
It comes from Hongfa Temple; Zhu Yun also subsidizes some money to Hongfa Temple every year, relying on that windfall. You also need to be conscientious to be a liar. This is what old liars often said in the past.
"Will they come in?" Zhu Yun was a little frustrated.
Zhu Tong and Zhu Huai were both closing their eyes to recuperate, preparing to deal with possible competition. After hearing Zhu Yun's words, Zhu Tong opened his eyes and looked around: "First we were in the light and they were in the dark, now we are in the dark and they are
In the open; senior brother also listened to their discussion, and no one dared to come in for a while. Jiang Xiaoyu is not a fool, and the whistle is an old fox. It is not easy for the monks to take advantage of them. Senior brother, look..."
"That's right." Zhu Huai was the calmest and didn't open his eyes when he spoke: "It will take them a while to find the entrance of this cave. Before entering, they will definitely let in the 'sandalwood' that the leader has seen. We don't have this thing.
The antidote is that we have no chance of winning if we deal with it head-on; we should listen to the leader, let them in, and let everyone be reasonable."
'Be reasonable' is a strategy that Zhu Tong formulated after long consideration and discussion with his two senior brothers. Zhu Yun always felt that it was too risky. But now that he is in a dangerous situation, there is no better way. In terms of the depth of his cultivation, Zhu Huai's luxuriant
Ma Gong is the most profound, Zhu Tong is the most solid, but Zhu Yun is the one with the weakest cultivation.
When it comes to martial arts, perhaps Zhu Yun is the best. He has been traveling around the world over the years and has learned a lot of tricks from other schools. He was forced to cheat money by going to temples, and he often met curious pilgrims.
Zhu Yun's would-be disciples are just more skilled at embroidering their fists and legs to support their facade.
As for Zhu Tong, although the two senior brothers have recognized his qualifications to be the leader, they have not yet thought of how high his kung fu is.
Time passed little by little, and voices came from the bug in the Zen room. Zhu Tong heard the voices of Master Kong Huan and Monk Snow, and waved back to Zhu Shan and Zhu Hai: "You guys go to the back, there is no summons, no matter what happens
Don’t even come out.”
With a "pop" sound, Zhu Tong swung the ZIPPO lighter and lit the Kowloon lantern on the incense table; he also offered cigarettes to the two senior brothers. The three Zhumen brothers sat on the incense table and puffed out smoke, waiting for their opponents to come in.
The Kowloon lantern is filled with lamp oil, and as the flame dances, a wisp of light smoke rises.
The first one to get into the cave temple was the Snow Kuang Monk. He had already suffered twice at the hands of Zhu Tong, but he knew that the opponent's skills were low, but the mysterious and unpredictable magic was really hard to guard against, and he felt sorry for Zhu Tong in his heart.
Hate and fear.
"Master Kongxue. Come on, come on, are you so free today? It just so happens that our fellow apprentices are also talking about Master. Please come in and have a glass of wine."
Zhu Tong stood up to greet him generously, but Snow Kuang Monk quickly retracted.
Jiang Xiaoyu's voice came from the bug: "Master, you..."
"They are inside, all three of them, and they are drinking. Hum, the little liar is trying to trick me again, I won't be fooled. Kong Huan, use Wu Ming Incense quickly. Smoke him down and see if he can still play.
What's the trick?"
Following a few soft sounds, a light scent of sandalwood floated out from the entrance of the cave, and there was no more voice in the Zen room. Thinking of this, this "unclear fragrance" has a soothing effect, and it will take a while to bring down the people inside. The monks all went to Hongfa Temple.
Chatting in the yard.
"Senior Brother, do you think they will kill us after they smoke us down?" Zhu Tong twisted out the dragon star and attracted a little of the black mist around the Butterfly God to gather at the spar, and waited until the black mist was evenly refined by the spar.
Then, the Qingming points of Zhu Huai and Zhu Yun were inserted.
"Probably not, they don't dare to kill people; people who treat everyone as idiots are themselves idiots. The purpose of the Golden Buddha...maybe is to show it to others."
"Wu Ming Xiang" is really powerful. After a while, Zhu Huai felt a little dizzy; Long Xinghao injected a coolness into his body, instantly clearing away the confusion of "Wu Ming Xiang" and refreshing his mind.
"Do it for others to see?"
"Yes, they want to make a big move and use us to establish their power."
"This is a gift from a Japanese friend. Kong Huan said it is a Buddhist treasure. Senior brother, I bet that if Kong Huan saw your Kowloon Lantern, he would also say that it is a Buddhist treasure."
Zhu Tong handed the dragon star to Zhu Yun, who kept looking at it curiously.
The Zhumen brothers were chatting inside, but the people outside were not idle; it took a lot of effort to enter Hongfa Temple. When Jiang Xiaoyu discovered that the so-called organs arranged in the dark were just decorations, the whistler's nose was almost crooked with anger.
.
"His abilities are not low." Shengou Wang Han spoke. He was in the corner of the yard, and Jin Weiqiu was sitting at his feet.
Snow Kuang Monk curled his lips, Master Kong Huan chanted in a low voice, Jiang Xiaoyu pondered, and Big Fire Wheel sat aside and frowned.
They have all fought against Zhu Tong, but the feeling is very strange; Zhu Tong seems to be very weak, but it is not easy to control him. Both Kong Huan and Shengou Wang Han think that if Zhu Tong wants to escape, no one can
Intercept or chase him.
"Let him go in first, along with his daughter." Jiang Xiaoyu suggested; he was referring to Jin Weiqiu.
"Amitabha, very good, very good. Donor Jiang's plan is very clever." Master Konghuan clapped his hands and praised.
"He stayed and let his daughter in." The treacherous whistler said to Jin Weiqiu with a smile: "It's best that your precious daughter doesn't betray everyone, otherwise you will be in trouble."
Two minutes later, Jin Chan appeared at the entrance of Dongzhong Temple. Her face was full of panic, and she stared blankly at the three people more than ten feet away.
Zhu Huai pulled Zhu Yun: "Second Junior Brother, go and ask her to leave quickly."
"Senior brother, this is your fault." Zhu Tong stood up and went to greet him; "Sister-in-law, I didn't know about your relationship with senior brother yesterday, and I offended you. Come, sit down and talk."
On the incense table, there was a large plate of Chongqing's famous Geleshan Spicy Chicken. Zhu Tong did not drop his chopsticks while he was talking, looking for spicy diced chicken among the piles of red peppers like a treasure hunter.
"Have you eaten?" Jin Chan approached and was stunned by Zhu Tong's question. He said, "Have eaten..."
"Are you full?" Zhu Tong asked again, pouring a glass of wine and placing it in front of Jin Chan.
"Thank you... I wish the leader, I'm full and I won't drink."
"Here, these chopsticks are new, so let's make do with some more. Sister-in-law, my second senior brother and I don't know you. It's our first time meeting you today, so no matter what, we have to treat you to two drinks. Senior brother, you won't blame us for not doing so."
Are you sensible?"
Zhu Tong handed over the pair of chopsticks again, making Jin Chan even more confused.
Zhu Huai smiled bitterly and was about to speak when he saw Zhu Tong waving his hand: "Sister-in-law, let's have a drink. Okay, thank you. My sister-in-law is indeed a hero among women. Senior brother, from now on, my sister-in-law's affairs are my business, and you are not allowed to bully her."
Jin Chan drank the glass of wine blankly, and Zhu Yun reached out and refilled it for her: "Sister-in-law, you can have a drink with me too; although our Zhu family is not crowded, we are all good men."
Zhu Huai then saw that Zhu Tong raised one hand to his mouth to signal Jin Chan to stop talking; he reached into Jin Chan's chest with one hand and carefully took out a black button.
At the same time, he was not idle: "Sister-in-law, my senior brother was still talking about you just now; I want to know, where is the child now?"
Jin Chan's face was pale and she was trembling and about to cry; but she felt her consciousness gradually blurring and she was about to fall down with a * *. Zhu Yun supported her and gently put her on the stool.
"Don't cry, sister-in-law, you... Hi! It's all my fault. Senior brother, please advise sister-in-law. We haven't seen each other for so many years, you should be happy. No, why is my hand numb? Something strange...
Could it be that we drank too much? No, we just drank two bottles...and they were broken. Second senior brother, what you bought is a fake bar, and half of my body is inoperable..."
"Who knows, I am also... Head, is it my sister-in-law... Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Senior brother, why did my sister-in-law faint? It's not my fault... I didn't buy these wines, they were..."
Zhu Yun also pretended to be slurred in speech and winked at Zhu Huai while talking.
"I'm a little dizzy, brothers, my sister-in-law really can't drink..." Zhu Tong looked at Zhu Huai in surprise, and a soft female voice came out of his mouth, which was almost the same as Jin Chan's.
"It's not a problem with the wine, the smell here is weird. Junior Brother Yun, is there something wrong with the incense you burned? It's not good, my legs... hurry up, take medicine." This time it was Zhu Huai's real voice.
Zhu Yun cooperated with Zhu Huai in singing, and Zhu Tong gently floated to the door of Dongzhong Temple, listened carefully, and arranged some arrangements at the door of the cave.
In the next ten minutes or so, Zhu Huai and Zhu Yun sang together, making frantic movements like drinking water and taking medicine, and even analyzing what this was about in a serious manner.
After finishing the arrangement, Zhu Tong came over and exclaimed: "Ha...that's awesome, what happened to me just now?"
"You were mesmerized, and someone used ** on us; now it's okay, our Zhumen's Baixi Powder is indeed magical. But Baixi, is everyone okay?"
"Bai Xi San? Brother Shan, you have never told me before." Zhu Huai pretended to be Jin Chan again; Zhu Tong suppressed his laughter and said: "Who is Brother Shan? Sister-in-law, call me Senior Brother Shan Brother? Are you being called?
He lied. The senior brother’s name is Zhu Huai, you should call him Brother Huai. And your children, if they are suitable, they will also be admitted to the Zhu sect, and they will also change their surname to Zhu. Don’t you know? There is only one disciple of the Zhu sect.
The last name can only be Zhu. Sister-in-law, don’t cry, senior brother..."
"Brother Shan has never told me, pitiful, he has been lying to me. Liangshan, you heartless thing, you have deceived me so hard. Wuwuwuwu..."
Zhu Huai had a grimace on his face and was forced to let out a shrill cry; Zhu Tong's words had already hit the spot, and he couldn't help but relax.
Zhu Huai worked hard, and Zhu Yun was not relaxed either; he held his stomach and huddled on the chair, watching the always serious Zhu Huai perform ventriloquism. It was really not easy to stay calm.