Although Master Linji was famous for his "killing", he usually had a kind-hearted look on his face and had 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 on him.

Even if the physical body is now fully developed and the two purple fates of [Swallowing the Sun] and [Heart as Steel] are obtained, it will no longer be skinny and decayed before, but will become tall and majestic.

When outsiders see the dirty monk's robes and rough sandals, it is difficult to imagine that this is a master of the Five Realms who came from the holy land of Buddhism!

If it hadn't been for the few flags from Fusi in Beizhen, the old monk who had seen Master Linji show his Dharmakaya might not have even been 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, my skills are two or three points better than yours.

Besides, when it comes to training disciples, you are still the successor of Ji Jiulang.

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

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

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 veins, were old acquaintances.

Before the saint Jingchao made his fortune and showed his prominence, he once became a monk in Huangjue Temple and became a novice monk. He had 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 Queen to the Prince of the Eastern Palace, several feudal princes would go there to ask for fortune-telling or to pray for blessings and misfortune.

"It's useless to talk more. If you really have the ability, come out and fight." The killing monk lowered his eyes, holding the copper bowl in his right hand and said calmly.

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

You were cheating and cheating in Zhenwu Mountain, and you had bad fortune-telling records. You were not beaten to death by Taoist Sword Immortal Yu Wenming because your fortune was good!"

***Fortune telling?

Is there a chance to consecrate Dudou? Qin Tianjian’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 female cultivator of Kun Dao in Zhenwu Mountain.

Truly Pei Silang’s life model!

"Old monk, you are talking nonsense here! How can I do such a despicable thing if I uphold my integrity and uprightness!"

Those are all crimes committed by an impostor, and they have nothing to do with me."

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

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 Old Ghost Meng, how do you explain that there is still a wooden sign saying 'Meng Xuanji and dogs are not allowed to enter' at Taiyin Peak where the Kun Dao of Zhenwu Mountain gathers?

That junior sister in charge, Yu Xiaozi, was so heartbroken by you that she almost became obsessed with death.

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

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

The killing monk had no expression on his face and continued to ask.

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

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

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 is shameless and outspoken, 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 chiefs and priests of Shangyin and Jixia academies 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 cultivation level in Taoism, staying in the Imperial City of Tianjing all year round and rarely traveling around the world, at least half of the great masters on the Mountain and River Ranking would be gearing up and sharpening their swords!

Even Saint Yu Jingchao could not hold back against this Conglong hero 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 black. 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 slightly raised, and a bright golden light seemed to be slowly brewing in his eyes.

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

How unbecoming would it be to do something in front of juniors!?" Meng Xuanji saw that the situation was not going well and couldn't help but change the subject.

Considering how arrogant and domineering the old monk was, he might have 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 him like a hawk, and said quickly:

"Ji Jiulang, we, master and disciple, 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.

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

Meng Xuanji hurriedly uttered a few words, and the Taoist incarnation of the wandering god who controlled the air suddenly flashed and shot straight into the sky.

There were only a few people left in the inn's guesthouse 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 step into Daming Mansion and enter the center of Jing Dynasty. If he hadn't formed a cause and effect with himself, he would have made such a big noise and attracted the attention of the prison.

just.

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 still 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 the luck was at its peak. It was the best in three thousand years."

There are several old monsters on the left and right of the Saint Destruction Alliance, all of whom are great innates. They are stationed 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 snorted, and his originally 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 Sutra Essence (Purple)]

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

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

He took a step forward and casually collected all the Taoist fragments left by Meng Xuanji and the essence of the classics that the killing monk had mastered.

In the palm of your hand. Then, he said again:

"Master, could you come to say goodbye?"

The killing monk said before that if he only sent himself outside Daming Mansion, he would 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 that happened to Tianyunzi.

Master Linji may have drifted away long ago and left alone. People who protect the Tao are not always looking after and removing obstacles. That is what the housekeepers and servants of princes and nobles do.

How can a sapling that has not experienced wind and rain stand tall in the sky?

"After leaving Daming Mansion, there are high mountains and long rivers, and the evil ways of the world are dangerous. Take care of yourself, Jiulang.

You have a resolute temperament, and your behavior is very much in line with my wishes, so you don’t need extra instruction.

Kill if you need to kill, save if you can, it’s nothing more than that.”

The killing monk looked at him with approval, but there was no unexpected warning.

"Keep it in your heart, don't dare or forget it!"

Ji Yuan nodded sincerely, walked quickly down the steps of the guest house, and came to the old monk.

His lips were slightly open, wanting to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
To be continued...