Chapter 252

The next day, Mo Fan and Qingyuan moved up the mountain. Naturally, they went to the famous Shaolin Temple. Along the way, Qingyuan felt Mo Fan's bad intentions, which showed how much Mo Fan hated this group of monks.

The two walked to the gate of Shaolin Temple and saw the bustling guests, which was completely different from Wudang Mountain, but Mo Fan still liked the sense of purity.

After all, there are many people also have the advantages, but there are also disadvantages. For example, a woman as soft as water suddenly appeared in the crowd. All the incense guests looked sideways, some bolder, and even stood watching. The incense guests of Shaolin Temple ranged from youth to middle age to old age. Naturally, they stopped were young people and middle-aged people. People.

Qingyuan's face changed slightly. Obviously, she was looked at by so many people, and she was also a little uncomfortable. Mo Fan naturally sensed Qingyuan's discomfort and turned his head and asked, "Why, I'm not used to being surrounded by so many people."

Qingyuan smiled slightly, and suddenly the hearts of the guests around him swung. What a charming smile!

"The prince is really laughing. At least the slave family is also a daughter's family. Naturally, it's a little uncomfortable to be looked at by so many stinky men," Qingyuan raised his eyes and looked around. The man she saw suddenly **, as if he was attracted by something. Qingyuan looked back and said, "And the eyes of these people seemed to be I ate averagely, and the slave family was a little scared.

After saying that, he came a little closer to Mo Fan. Mo Fan didn't say much and said, "We don't need to inform the ** you caused, so we can let the old monks of Shaolin Temple come to see us."

The two stayed outside the gate of Shaolin Temple. The incense guests who were going to go in were attracted by the beauty of Qingyuan. They stopped and refused to leave one by one. Qingyuan practiced Mingyugong and did not know where the charm came from, which made her smile and her every move with inexplicable magic, only Mo Fan's mind is so determined to an incredible extent that he can not be confused and talk and chat with him normally.

Soon the congestion in front of the door attracted the attention of the Shaolin Temple. A monk hurried back to report it. Hearing this scene, the first reaction of the Shaolin Temple was that someone was looking for stubble, but in the heart of not being a villain, he sent the head of Luohan Hall to ask.

This first seat has a handful of years old, with a white beard, kind eyebrows and good eyes, and a little Buddha nature. When I saw Mo Fan and Qingyuan, I immediately understood why so many people were surrounded here.

These two young people, one is beautiful and the other is charming. No wonder the people will be like this.

This standing in one place has a sense of beauty.

"The monk!" Qingyuan shouted delicately, and the first seat was stunned. He hurriedly saluted the eleventh ceremony and said, "Lord, the old monk is polite."

Mo Fan said, "The sudden visit is a little presumptuous to ask for the Xuanci abbot of Shaolin Temple."

The first salute said, "Xuande is polite. I don't know what's important for the benefactor to find the abbot of the small temple?"

Mo Fan frowned. He didn't like monks in the first place. If it were normal, it would be good for him if he didn't come to make trouble. Now he is forced by the light situation and has to come. How can he look good at this moment?

He said, "Of course, there are important things to discuss."

Xuande looked at him, but saw that there was no joy or sadness on the teenager's face. Except for the frown, he couldn't see what he was thinking. Even if he was happy or unhappy now, whether it was good intentions or malice, he couldn't help but be stunned: the teenager, young, He is not happy or angry, and his temperament is outstanding. He must not be an ordinary person.

"Who are you?" Xuande saluted slightly.

"Mo Fan." Mo Fan replied concisely.

Xuande's face changed and said, "It turned out that the jade girl Suxin Sword arrived. The old monk was rude. Come in quickly." After saying that, he invited him in.

Mo Fan nodded, frowned slightly stretched, and walked away.

Qingyuan followed up, and suddenly Xuande, who was originally leading, suddenly stood in front of Qingyuan and said, "The temple is not subject to female guests. Please forgive me."

Qingyuan's pink face is evil. She was not an easy person, and she was looked at like a monkey by a group of big men in this place. She was extremely unhappy. Now she is still being made difficult by an old monk. This is really angry. Just as she was about to attack, she heard Mo Fan say coldly, "This is my friend. Don't worry, Although she is unparalleled in beauty, she will never think about the monk.

Xuan De was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Qing Yuan said angrily, "Old monk, do you think I will seduce your disciples and grandchildren?"

"I'm sorry, female benefactor, this is the rule since the opening of the temple, which cannot be broken." Xuande quickly said that he was already saluteing.

"Hmm." With a cold hum, he came from behind Xuande and only heard him say, "What's so great about Shaolin Temple? What a Buddhist holy place is just a martial arts hall."

Xuande's face changed, and he repeatedly tolerated it. This Shaolin Temple is not subject to female guests. It is well known that these two people's actions are obviously provocative, and Mo Fan's words do not pay attention to Shaolin Temple.

Xuande was about to attack, but he heard Mo Fan say, "The so-called color is empty, empty is color, color is empty, empty color, but it is false, but the skin is born by parents. Since it is a skin, how can there be a man or a woman?"

Xuande was stunned and turned his head to look at Mo Fan. He saw that he looked at himself without joy or sadness. He still frowned. Then, he bowed deeply and said, "The benefactor is right, the old man is looking at it." He turned his head and led his hand and said, "Lord, please."

Qingyuan nodded and then went in angrily.

Xuande led the two into the Luohan Hall, sat down to serve tea, and then sent a small Sami to inform him.

Mo Fan didn't like the monk. He closed his eyes and didn't talk, as if he was nourishing his mind. Qingyuan was angry, but he just drank tea and ignored everyone.

When Xuande heard Mo Fan's words, he suddenly realized that this teenager, with Buddha's roots, may be far better than himself in Buddhism. He also wanted to ask for a few words of Buddhism, but looking at Mo Fan's appearance, he knew that he didn't want to speak, so he could only sit aside with a wry smile.

Little Shami went to report that the first one to come was not the abbot Xuanci, but the first Xuannan of the Dharma Academy and the mysterious silence of the Discipline Academy.

When he saw Qingyuan, the two old monks frowned. Xuande got up to salute and said, "Two brothers."

The first two people who just arrived hurriedly returned the gift.

Qing Yuan snorted coldly, and the two frowned just now. How could they escape Qingyuan's eyes? If Mo Fan hadn't been here, she would have left long ago. Maybe there will be a lot of havoc in Shaolin Temple.

Mo Fan opened his eyes and said, "What's the reason for you old monks of Shaolin Temple to embarrass a weak woman?"

Obviously, displeasure has turned into dissatisfaction.

The three old monks of Xuanzi looked at each other and Xuande smiled bitterly.

Xuannan said, "Donor, I don't know anything about this. This rule has never been broken by Shaolin Temple."

Mo Fan sneered and said, "Buddha said that all sentient beings are equal and noble, right?"

"Amitabha, what the benefactor said is no different." Xuanjihe said.

"What is my friend's noble and lowly? In the secular world, noble men and light women, but now in this Shaolin Temple, it is like the world, the light and lowly woman, the mountain gate is not allowed to enter, the equality of the Buddha family, and the indifferent noble and lowly of the Buddha family, is such a superficial thing?"

The three looked at each other again and thought for a moment. The three saluted separately: "What the donor taught me."

Mo Fan nodded and said, "Call Xuanci to come to see me."