Zhu Tong appeared and stood on a rock lying on an ox on the shore. He used his free time to sweep away the snow on the stone and sat down like the master of fantasy. "We don't have a close relationship. Could it be that these few people who came to visit us on a snowy day have ulterior motives?"
Wo Niu Stone is about three feet away from the boat, and a master like Snow Monk should be able to cross it with just one jump.
However, the area around Woniu Stone was either filled with rocks or streams, with pits and pits that had no place to stand; and it was covered with snow. There was no light around Zhu Tong and most of them were hidden in the dark, so they could be considered in the light.
Unless Snow Kuang Monk is sure that he can land Zhu Tong in a face to face, he can jump over and attack. Snow Kuang Monk is not that sure; the dragon and phoenix stars spinning on the fingertips of the little liar are those who practice kung fu such as the golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt and so on.
nemesis.
"I wish the donor, I don't have any ill intentions in coming here, I just want to talk to the donor a few words." Master Xiangxiang said slowly; his voice was steady and long-breathed, he is really a master; "Jianghu affairs are actually worldly affairs.
No one can completely stay out of the situation. Does the donor know how many things happened outside in the past few days when you were missing? "
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Why would master disturb my peace with worldly things?" Zhu Tong took out three three-edged needles and clasped them in his palm, staring at fantasy, with most of his attention on Snow Kuang Monk.
"If the donor really wanted to seek peace and quiet, he shouldn't have caused so much trouble. It's not the worldly things that disturb the donor's peace, it's the donor who doesn't allow himself to be peaceful. Amitabha, that's good. For the benefit of fellow practitioners, the donor should leave here early.
.The passing water will never return, and the yellow leaves will never wither. If the donor..."
"Master, wait a minute." The little liar interrupted the fantasy master. He just didn't want to let the other party finish. Time, he suspected that his opponent was stalling for time and someone else was going to attack the Butterfly Cave.
"What did the donor have to say?" Xuan Xiang calmly stopped.
"I don't have anything to say, I just don't want to hear your nonsense."
"Du! You little liar, how dare you be so rude to the master?" Snow Monk was so angry that his beard was trembling.
"It's a joke. Firstly, he is not my parents, secondly, he is not my teacher, and thirdly, I have never heard of him doing any good deeds. He doesn't go to the temple to eat, pray, pray, and enjoy peace and quiet in the cold weather, but he comes to disturb my peace. Why can't I do nothing?"
Ceremony? Master Kongxue, you were the first to be rude."
Zhu Tong looked around carelessly, secretly worried. If the other party has been around for a while, why hasn't Suowonda Living Buddha shown up yet?
The Snow Monk had a hot temper, and he couldn't help but jump into the air. He had already chosen a huge stone behind Zhu Tong, and wanted to stand on that stone first before looking for trouble with the little liar. To reach that foothold, he had to start from Zhu Tong's right side.
Passed by half a foot.
Snow Kuang Monk flew his palms and struck out five or six times in the air to block Zhu Tong's possible attack route.
"Master, be careful." A smile appeared on the corner of the little liar's mouth, and he waved his hand and shot out a three-edged needle.
A master is a master. Snow Kuang Monk had already predicted that Zhu Tong would intercept him, punched out a wall of air with his fists, and used the force to do a graceful 720-degree forward roll in the air; Kankan avoided the three-edged needle.
"Haha...ah..." Snow Kuang Monk successfully arrived at his destination, and as soon as he started laughing wildly, he let out a shrill scream; he fell into the cold river with a "plop" sound.
The fantasy master swung his ebony stick quickly, shooting a thin line towards the Snow Monk, hooking his belt and pulling his huge body back to the ship.
The snow-white monk's robes were soaked through. He hurriedly took off his hemp shoes and hugged his feet on the board of the boat. At this moment, he didn't look like an eminent monk looking for a drowned dog.
The day before yesterday, Zhu Tong arranged three-edged needles on that stone, seven in total; four were dipped in crossbow powder, and three were coated with Qiyousan. Judging from the appearance of the Snow Monk, he stepped on about five of them. The little liar thought
I'm happy, I won't have to worry about Snow Kuang Monk for at least ten days and a half. The crossbow medicine is poisonous and hard to cure, and Qiyu Powder is even harder to cure.
"I told you to be careful. Master is old and has weak legs. He fell down, didn't he? Sigh, quickly change out of your wet clothes, be careful of getting sick." The little liar was in a good mood and did not stop him from trying to save people.
"Junior brother, please don't be angry. I wish the donor is right. Be careful of frostbite and go and change your clothes." The master of fantasy used his fingers like flying to seal the blood vessels in the Snow Monk's legs and brought him into the cabin. He smiled casually and said: "The donor will be around here."
Do you wonder why no one from the Zhu family came to report the news? This morning, the new living Buddha Gonggamu of the Butian Temple came to Fanjing Mountain. He is probably discussing Buddhism with the head of Zhu Fei. He is looking forward to another exciting showdown. Phoenix these days
There are many tourists in the city, and the Tianwang Temple is full of incense; the benefactor’s brothers and sisters are busy with worldly affairs and may not have time to visit the benefactor.”
Gonggamu Living Buddha, the one who wanted to occupy the throne of the Living Buddha of Butian Temple, why did he come after him? If Gonggamo chose to challenge Suowonda at Mount Fanjing, he really had no reason not to go.
Zhu Tong couldn't figure out whether the words of Master Utopia were true or false, but it seemed that they were probably true; the proud smile on Monk Snow's face revealed a clue. The Temple of Heavenly King is prosperous? What does it mean? Where did they find so many people to come?
Zhumen’s trouble?
"This is Donator Jiang, the younger brother of the senior master of Fifth Rank Qingyang. Jiang Xiaoyu calls him his second uncle, and everyone calls him Jiang Catfish. I introduced you because Fifth Rank Qingyang has an investment in Shanghai. I wish you all the best.
Donor, if you want to be quiet, please send Miss Jingchi Xuemei to Shanghai. Because of you, the Jiang family’s investment is likely to be in vain. That is the Jiang family’s hard-earned money, and it is also a precious force of Jianghu Dao. Amitabha
, ask the donor to think twice. The donor does not think about his fellow Jianghu fellows, but also wants to leave a way out for himself. Zhumen's current momentum is entirely supported by So Wengda. If something unexpected happens to him or he returns to Butian Temple, Jianghu's cocktail party two years later
Anything can happen. If the donor insists on having his own way, he will never be able to enjoy peace in the future."
The little liar didn't interrupt the fantasy master this time. At this moment, he didn't think twice. The thoughts in his mind turned around, but he couldn't figure out why the second son of the Jiang family appeared here. It is said that the fourth elder of the Jiang family
You cannot leave Jiangjiacun. That is a very serious agreement. Why? Why? Why?
In a moment, a hundred thousand whys were lingering in Zhu Tong's mind. Something big must have happened.
"Has the donor thought about it?"
"What?"
"It is an unpardonable crime to cut off a person's way of survival; it is a heinous crime to cut off a person's way of wealth. Does the donor want to be an enemy of the entire world?"
"It is a heinous crime to cut off people's wealth. Is this also a Buddhist Zen saying? Master Utopia, how is your spirit rat?" Zhu Tong organized his thoughts and put on a smiling face. He couldn't spend too much time here, Ye
After a while, I became suspicious, and I was afraid that something might happen in the Butterfly Cave.
Kong Xiang did not expect that Zhu Tong would ask such a question at this time, and was stunned for a moment without answering.
"The master's trick of 'Lin Yuan Mu Yu' is very exciting. Now that I think about it, I still have a lot of fun. I am responsible for what I do. It is a heinous crime to cut off people's wealth. I'm afraid things are not that simple. I don't steal or cheat, so I will be bullied to the end.
I still want to applaud you, is this the Tao of Jianghu? Master, if you have the ability, just come and see if I, Zhumen, is the Bodhisattva in the temple - made of clay."
"So, the donor is not listening to the advice? The head of Kongji has requested to investigate the 'Jiangnan Treasure'; Lao Na believes that this matter is a scam set up by the Zhumen in collusion with Shen Shixuan; the purpose is to frame fellow Jianghu people..."
"Evidence? Master, aren't you afraid of the laws of the world?" All four jade seals have been recovered, and the little liar is not afraid of this threat.
"There are no laws in the world of rivers and lakes, only the moral principles of the rivers and lakes. Talking about the benefactor..."
"What Master is doing now is to safeguard the morality of the world?"
"Things that harm the interests of fellow Jianghu comrades..."
"Who is harming the interests of fellow Jianghu comrades? Evidence?"
"Donor is so stubborn. By destroying Fuhua Shipbuilding, you are harming national interests and also harming the interests of fellow Jianghu people..."
"That's a scam. Tian Xuyang is really cheating money."
"It's so irresponsible of the donor to say this. Do you have any evidence?" This time it was the fantasy master who asked for evidence.
Zhu Tong looked up at the stars in the sky and said, "Time is evidence. Everything will be known within four days."
"If there is no result within four days, what will the donor say?"
"Needless to say, Miss Ichixuemi will return to Shanghai to sign a contract with Mr. Hotan on that day."
"I hope the donor is too stubborn, so let's wait for four days. Amitabha, the donor can take care of himself."
The exchange of words was so intense that it seemed to have achieved its result. Kong Xiang looked back at the Snow Kuang Monk in the cabin and said, "Is he going to be okay?"
"No, it's just..." Looking at the back of Master Utopia, Zhu Tong felt confused in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Yu Lang, you are not Utopia, you are Yu Lang."
The fantasy master suddenly turned around and looked at him solemnly: "How do you know?"
"I don't know, I'm just guessing. Yulang, well... the quiet place of Buddhism is indeed a good place to hide evil and evil." The little liar shrugged, staring at the ebony stick in Utopia's hand, always ready to counterattack.
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"You are indeed very smart; remember that God is jealous of talented people, so that you don't end up miserably by your cleverness." Xiang Xiang put away his posture as a monk and coldly watched Zhu Tong's every little move; "You are just like your mother.
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"I don't have a mother." Zhu Tong didn't dare to be careless at all. He suppressed the shock in his heart and kept his attention fixed on the ebony rod in Xuan Xiang's hand.
"Who can live without a mother? You have been an orphan since you were a child. Why did your mother leave you? Do you want to know?"
"No, if you want to kill me, master, just go ahead. The wind here is high and the night is cold, it's a good time and a good place to kill people and eliminate traces." Long Xinghao drew an empty word "spirit" in the air; Zhu Tong straightened his body slightly; with this
The word once again gathered all the energy in the body.
"It's very similar, really very similar. How beautiful your mother was at that time, she was like a monster that deceived all living beings; all the young men in the world were obsessed with her, that's..." Xiong Xiang muttered, and his voice gradually became lower; Zhu Tong began to reply.
Once you can hear clearly, it gradually becomes a bit more difficult.
He knew very well that he couldn't be fooled by fantasy, but what fantasy was talking about was his mother, who was the person the little liar had been looking forward to seeing since he was a child. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't control his attention, and was led astray by fantasy little by little.
Master Utopia raised the black wooden stick with a grim smile, still muttering softly: "...your father is a fool...your mother is..."
Zhu Tong seemed unaware, with only one thought in his mind: Why? Not only did he know his mother, he also knew who my father was.