Chapter 20 Dispute

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After listening to Lu Guiyuan's words, Zhang Jiao and others seemed to have not reacted. They were all stunned there. The line of fire in Zhang Jiao's hand had almost ignited his robe, and he could not find that he had been completely scared by the four words at this time.

"Well, isn't this Brother Xiaoyao Jianzong's...? I didn't expect you to be here and know my brother Han?"

The man on the sand dune seemed to hear Lu Guiyuan call him and found that there were so many people in front of him. It seemed that he was going to greet Lu Guiyuan, but when he said the other party's name, he could only pause awkwardly. Because he had a relationship with him, Lu Guiyuan naturally knew that Xiaoming had forgotten his name.

Zen Master Xiaoming made such a great reputation outside alone. After that, there were naturally some people who wanted to know what kind of person he was. After a period of time, he finally knew a little about him. Among them, the most well-known thing was that this little monk's memory was very bad! Especially for people's names, he can hardly remember them!

If he can't remember Lu Guiyuan, who had only one relationship with him, it's not a rare thing. Wu Hao, who fought with him for three days and two nights, can't remember it, which is really hard to believe. And that's the truth. Zen Master Xiaoming mentioned Wu Hao, and generally only said that he was "that magic boy"...

If Wu Hao knew what the reaction should be, but if he knew that Zen Master Xiaoming rarely remembered the names of his elders, he would not have care about him.

"We just met." Lu Guiyuan's face was as heavy as water, like ink dyeing, but he did not attack. He just replied in a low voice, "I walked with several colleagues in Sanxian Mountain, just in time for this Han... Brother, who came here to find several fellow families."

He also struggled a little about how to call Han Yuan. In the end, he didn't know what he had figured out. Finally, he called out the name of his brother, which made Zhang Jiao and others, who had been surprised behind him, sink again.

Just in the moment of Lu Guiyuan's words, the person who was originally standing on the sand dunes has walked down. Seeing that it is just a slow walk, everyone can guarantee that he did not blink, but when he takes the second step and falls, he is already standing close to himself, dozens of meters away is only one or two steps.

When Zen Master Xiaoming finally stands in front of the crowd, they can see his whole picture.

As most people know, this little monk is indeed young. I'm afraid he is only a teenager. He is much younger than Zhang Jiao, but he is about the same age as Han Yuan, who stands still beside him.

Although he is not very handsome, he is also extremely white. He can also be called a handsome little monk. A bald head is shiny, and the scar on his head is not so ugly, but it is easier to see that he is different from ordinary people. Although a few small dots are scalded with fragrance, they look unusually regular and are of average size.

A moon-white monk's robe covered his feet, but also dragged on the ground. Compared with his wide sleeves, the monk's robe was obviously much bigger, and he didn't fit, as if it were not his own clothes.

Unlike ordinary monks, who like to get a string of Buddha beads on his hands or wrists, Zen Master Xiaoming only hangs a large string of them around his neck. Each of them has exactly 36 walnut-sized Buddha beads. He is afraid of 108 Buddha beads, just to simplify and carry them. , just used this small and large amount. In addition, there is no other side thing on me.

Generally speaking, a little monk like him can't be called a "Zen master". He is only used to being called by others and becomes a recognized name by others. He prefers to be called Xiaoming monk by others.

"Didn't Brother Han say he wanted to find the elders? Why did you come here again?" After listening to Lu Guiyuan's words, Zen Master Xiaoming did not react, but just asked Han Yuandao.

Not to mention them, even Han Yuan didn't expect that he would run so far and failed to dump the monk. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed. "I thought so, but this paper crane brought me here. I must have to run elsewhere."

"Are you looking for Uncle Wuyuan? Shouldn't he always be stationed in the door? Is it no longer there? Zhang Jiao was still suspicious of the relationship between Zen Master Xiaoming and Han Yuan. An Yuhan listened to Han Yuan's words, but he couldn't help asking.

"Well, it's not there. He said he would come to you." Han Yuan looked at the little paper crane that was about to fly above his head and replied absent-mindedly.

Huh? Don't you know yet? Didn't this brother of Xiaoyao Sword Sect tell you?" Seeing An Yuhan's confused expression, Xiaoming said again, "At present, there is a change in the 'road of no return'. The demon correction map to the northwest of the map has begun to kill our righteous practitioners, and some masters of the patriarchal disciples have been trapped or killed. Not only your place, but as long as it is the station in the northwest, most of it is empty at this time.

"What!?"

What Zen Master Xiaoming said was casual, but when he heard it in the ears of Zhang Jiao and others, he couldn't take it as the same thing. As soon as he heard it, Zhang Jiao's face showed a shocked face, as if he couldn't believe it. It seemed that he was a little scared after hearing the news, and the two other disciples beside him didn't look much better than him. Less, only An Yuhan is relatively calm. Although he can hear it clearly, he has no lost expression except for his pale face.

"Brother Xiaoming's words are not good. Although there is such a saying, they are only the words of those small factions. How can they be serious? If you don't talk about it elsewhere, it's just that there is no biography in my sect. I'm afraid it's true, right? Lu Guiyuan was not surprised by Zen Master Xiaoming, but said indifferently.

It turned out that as Zen Master Xiaoming said, Lu Guiyuan did know about this, but as he said, he just heard it from elsewhere, and that was before he met Zhang Jiao and An Yuhan.

Although this news sounds quite amazing, in fact, for Lu Guiyuan, it is far from being compared with the Zen master Xiaoming who was standing in front of him at this time, because he did not believe the news at all!

Because Lu Guiyuan thought that if there was really any change in the "non-return road", these elite disciples did not talk about them. No matter how bad his uncle was, he would never have such a big thing, but he could not even get a message.

"Has Brother Lu tried to contact Elder Zhang?" An Yuhan knew that the elder of Xiaoyao Jianzong's division in the "non-return road" was Zhang, and he was a master in the middle of silence, but he didn't know his name.

"...not yet." If others pestered him like this, Lu Guiyuan was afraid that he would not even pay attention to it, but now An Yuhan asked himself, and he was always embarrassed. After a little hesitation, he had replied slowly.

Originally, after listening to Zen Master Xiaoming's words, Zhang Jiao and others were already a little uneasy. Originally, they thought that what Lu Guiyuan said was so confident that they should be certain, but they didn't expect him to say so again that they could not calm down for a while. Seeing their appearance made Lu Guiyuan, who had always been full of confidence, doubt his judgment.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for so long. I didn't expect you to have such a heart. I thought you had a chance to become my opponent, but now I'm afraid it's too high for you." This little Zen master Ming is obviously a monk, but when he listens to him, he doesn't look as generous as a monk at all. Instead, he is sharp everywhere. If he is more arrogant, he is probably a little more than Lu Guiyuan.

Han Yuan had a relationship with him before, and naturally he knew a little about his personality, so he ran so fast.

However, he didn't expect that this little Ming Zen master was not only profound in Buddhism, but also magic. The "foot magic power" of the six knowledge of Buddhism was used by him, and he was afraid that it was nothing worse than the "step-by-step lotus" of the Buddha's great law. He used escape to do it with all his strength and still let him catch it.

Seeing Zen Master Xiaoming's words, Han Yuan just gave in with a smile. Before several people around him could react, he saw a cold white light passing by. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be blind. He could no longer see anything. When he closed his eyes, he only saw a golden light shining in front of Zen Master Xiaoming, just blocking Lu Gui. Yuan's sword.

Han's reason was alert early. Before Lu Guiyuan drew his sword, the man had moved. When the sword light pierced, he had used a escape method to disappear. Even if he was very close to the sword light, when he stood still, he could not see any injury on his body, and he still looked the same as before.

Han Yuan's performance made Lu Guiyuan look at him. He didn't have to try Han Yuan's other skills, but this escape method was by no means comparable to him. No wonder people like Zen Master Xiaoming called Han Yuans "Brother".

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Sanxian Mountain, Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, four floors in the tower.

"Dling...Dling..."

As a series of calm footsteps approached, a person was slowly walking up the escalator, and soon stood in this floor.

Although this man looks like an old man, he is not old at all. Although the oil lamp sparks in his hand jump a little, the hand holding the lamp is extremely stable. When the lampstand is placed in one of them, it has gradually brightened in this layer and the darkness is gone, showing that it is as bright as day.

"Isn't it wrong... Otherwise, how can he easily learn the above escape method?"

Although Zou's appearance is no different from what Han Yuan usually sees, his expression is a little different at this time. He is no longer the usual indifferent appearance, but seems to be a little hesitant, and there seems to be something in his heart.

After being illuminated by oil lamps on this floor, the things inside can be fully seen. It is just a place that is only a few meters long and wide, and few things are pitiful. In addition to the extremely painted murals on the wall, there are only three octagonal high platforms in the middle.

The high platform itself is not strange at all, but the things floating on the high platform are a little special.

One of them is a palm-sized emerald jade card, which is full of golden light spots swimming. If you look closely, you will find that these "light spots" are actually characters, but they are extremely small and difficult to be recognized at a glance.

The other is a small jade sword with a finger length. Looking at its exquisite appearance, it is better to say that it is a sword than a headpin. Although the appearance is extremely simple, it gives people feel that there are tens of millions of thunders in it.

On the three octagonal high platforms, there are only two left at this time, and one of them has become empty!