Chapter 256 Buddhist Slave

Zhao Er pondered for a while and made up his mind. He patted Qin Lele's little hand and said, "Let's have lunch first. I'll send someone back with you later. It should be no problem to stay for a few days, but if you want to stay safe for a long time, you'd better come to me."

Qin Lele's little hand shrank, but finally he didn't take it back. He nodded with a red face.

Seeing that she had agreed, Feiluo couldn't object and asked, "Brother Zhao, shall we leave in the afternoon?"

Zhao Er nodded and shouted outside, "Where is the venerable? Go and prepare a banquet quickly, and invite the women who stay in Qingyangjian to meet the qi practitioners from Kunlun Mountain.

Although the venerable man was majestic outside, Zhao Er called him like a nanny and quickly set up a sumptuous banquet. The big crabs produced in the South China Sea were more juicy. The thick-skinned sea sting on the eastern sea is mixed with sauce. It is extremely crispy. The old hen who pays tribute to Jichang often eats oats, soybeans, deer antler, and stewed chicken soup. It is really fragrant, nourishing the heart and lungs. There are also many good dishes that make people move their index fingers when they see it.

The first two were not sent out because their mana power was only a star, so they were not sent out. The latter represented Zhao Ae's Qingyang Jianzhong, who happened to meet Ji Qingyao, Feiluo and others.

The two groups looked at each other, and their eyes lit up, secretly saying that they were a beautiful and handsome man. Zhao E introduced her, and then sat down separately. Lin Shiyun was not as lonely and introverted as the eighth aunt. After all, she was a businessman and knew the truth of business and socializing with each other. Therefore, she became familiar with the people in Qingyang stream in a few days, and even Zhao Er and she could chat for a while.

At the wine table, Lin Shiyun was as active as ever. She drank one cup after another of good wine and said to Feiluo. "When I was a child, I heard my old mother talk about the long-standing inheritance of Kunlun Mountain. Today, I saw your Kunlun disciples, beautiful and handsome, and I knew that what they said was true. When can I come to you? Just go there and have a look."

"If there is a chance, your master and our Kunlun are old friends. If you want to go, you just need to let me know that it's too late for you to treat you." Feiluo said, but her eyes looked at the protagonist Zhao Er on the scene intentionally or unintentionally.

Lin Shiyun couldn't see it. She laughed and said, "When I can take it out to meet people, I will definitely go to your Kunlun to see it. Come, eat vegetables, eat vegetables."

The guests who ate a meal were full of joy, withdrew the banquet, and chatted a few words with each other. There was a hidden machine in the words, as if he was afraid that Zhao Er would sell himself to the demon alliance and Kunlun Mountain, and the world would be the enemy.

It doesn't matter if others are like this, just like Ji Qingyao, who has lived and died once, which makes Zhao Er a little sad. It's hard to find a confidant who can understand each other and completely trust him.

In the end, even the stupidest people could see that Zhao Er's face was not good, and Feiluo stood up and said goodbye. Zhao Er hurriedly ordered people to take them down to have a rest and eat. He also called the Venerable and asked him to take Qin Lele for a trip. If something goes wrong on the way, don't come back.

"Goodbye, brother. I'll come to see you in a few days." Qin Lele said goodbye reluctantly.

"Well, be safe." Zhao Er saw her leave and said to the three female apprentices, "You can also go down and have a rest." After standing quietly alone for a long time, she entered Mrs. Baoxiang's boudoir and fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed.

It is rare that I don't use my spare time to meditate and practice. On the contrary, the eighth aunt inherits this fine tradition and practices to consolidate the Ming Concubine Sutra all the time. When she was called for dinner just now, she didn't mention how reluctant she was. After such hard work, it was really amazing later, which attracted Zhao Er's attention.

After noon, the sun set a little. Although it was still hanging high in the air, it was covered by dark clouds. There was no warmth at all. The cold wind was blowing. At this time, I didn't want to go out because I had nothing to do.

At the junction of the two cities, there are large areas of mountains that form a natural dividing line. In addition to the places where the highway has been repaired, most places still maintain their original natural appearance. Green mountains and rivers, old trees are shaded, and there are countless beasts, poisonous insects, flying ants, even experienced mountaineers. If you are a deputy, you don't dare to go in.

This afternoon, three men and two women were only wearing ordinary single clothes, and there was no extra equipment. They walked towards the depths of the mountains step by step, as if the reckless young man did not understand the danger and bumped into it blankly. With just a flash, they were swallowed up by the dense woods.

Fortunately, these people are not others, but the disciples of Zhao E and Kunlun Mountain. It seems that they are more skillful. Fang Shaolin 'jump' in the front first, using volley steps. At each step, he flew dozens of meters away. This is still the distance he controlled the speed and kept turning back and frowning, not urging than urging.

Zhou Qi was unmoved. He sacrificed the aurora mask and his whole body was colorful. He protected him and looked left and right warily. He was walking after checking whether there was any danger, which was in line with his usual style. But the speed naturally didn't get faster. He put it in the back and looked at the back for everyone.

Zhao Er smiled gently and walked slowly. He hung in the middle with Ji Qingyao and Feiluo. If someone observed carefully, he would find that his footsteps fell very slowly. It was often that others took dozens of steps before he took his left foot and followed him at once and was not thrown away at all.

Feiluo noticed it and couldn't help but be surprised: It's like a thousand miles of magic power. No wonder! It can drive away the old demon of Hehuan. I was a little more sure about this, and I couldn't help but look at it.

Soon, a seat was in the deep mountains, and behind it was the cliff of the Buddhist temple. More than a dozen green willows were curved and arranged in a circle, almost covering the temple.

Zhao Er approached and saw a plaque hanging on the temple door with the three words "Frare Temple". After entering, how to decorate it? But see:

Glass is made of tiles, and the light is like jasper. The red sand is painted on the large column of vermilion, and the light polished on the base of the Baiyun platform is smooth and smooth. Two King Kongs were tilted in the mountain gate, gritted their teeth, opened their eyes, and were majestic.

In the second door sat the four heavenly kings, holding the tower and holding an umbrella, like a dignified appearance. On the left, the South China Sea Guanyin led the eighteen arhats. On the right side, the earth hides the god, accompanied by the ten halls of Yan Jun. The two Galan, after the incense case, participated in the clothes. Then there was the Maitreya Buddha, who opened his mouth and laughed.

And the monk heard the movement and hurried out and said, "Who is the nobleman who has traveled here?" When they saw the faces of Ji Qingyao, Feiluo and others, they changed their faces and said angrily, "Why are you again? My Buddhist slave brother has been converted to my Buddha for a long time. It has nothing to do with your Kunlun Taoist sect. Why do you force it here?"

Feiluo's eyes were red and she said angrily, "You bald donkey, lock my brother's hands and feet with shackles. Fortunately, he said that he was a voluntary conversion. Aren't you afraid to go into that tongue-pulling hell?"

"The monks never talk about it. Buddhist slaves voluntarily convert to my Buddha." The monk brushed his sleeves and glanced at several people. He looked at the tender-faced Zhao Er with his hands and said, "The donor, you are probably the helper they found. You have a fair and strict appearance. If you don't believe in the poor monk, you can go in with me and have a look."

"Real?" Zhao Er touched his face. Was he very dignified and fair? Why has no one ever said it? In a good mood, he saluted and said, "What the little monk said is that I can't just listen to one side."

"Brother Zhao, you..." Ji Qingyao said anxiously. Zhao Er gave her a look, indicating that he knew it well. Feiluo also figured out that no matter what the monk was going to do, it was always good to see people, so she took Ji Qingyao's arm and gave her two younger brothers a vigilant look.

Both Zhou Qi and Fang Shaoling nodded and understood that they had to enter the Daxiong Hall and were beaten out. This time, the situation was a little strange.

"Please come here. The Buddha slave is weak. Now he may eat in the room. Come with me." The monk was in front of him and led the way honestly. He didn't go into the dead end or the black wing, so there was no ambush.

Zhao Er and others are on guard again. It's impossible to sneak up. So what does he want to do? It's troublesome to be entangled, so he decided to let him go? This may not be without, but it is also very little. Zhao Er is ready to do a big battle in his heart and is waiting for the acquaintance monk to have a showdown.

"This is the place, Buddha slave, your old friend came to see you." In the Zen rooms full of firewood in the backyard, the monk pushed the door and entered, and the fragrance of beef and pork came from afar.

Zhao Er laughed and said, "It seems that the monks here are very dishonest!" Everyone laughed.

"Amitabha!" The wise monk said the Buddha's name and said very seriously, "The Buddha is pure. I, the Buddha, am merciful. How dare the disciples eat any meat? It's just that the Buddha slave has suffered a lot of damage. From time to time, he incarnates into a demon, and sometimes has the solemn treasure of the Buddha. The devil's side of the Buddha is constantly entangled, which almost exhausts his mental strength. He has no choice but to supplement him with blood and food. It is also because he is not a formal disciple of Buddhism that he can be so sedient, otherwise he would have been driven out long ago. . "

Zhao Erruo thought about it, and Fei Luo said anxiously, "Why, how did the blood-easy brother become like this?" It turned out that with the opening of the two doors of the Zen room, it revealed a big man who was wearing a yellow monk's clothes, who looked like a ghost and inhuman. His face was full of scars, and the red and white texture rolled out, but the skin on his hands was white and red, intact. He grabbed the cooked beef in the basin in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth. He devoured and ate all the time. Noodles and drinking.

This 'sor monk' heard the sound of the door opening. He turned his head and looked stunned. He immediately bounced up and shouted, as if he had seen the enemy rushing! The fine steel shackles under his hands and feet were rattling, which was not scary.

What everyone saw was a pair of blood-red eyes, completely without the black and white pupils of human beings. One piece of blood red, Fang Shaoling was shocked and said, "This is a blood-friendly brother. How is it possible?" With the depth of his suspicion, he also felt that this ugly monster had nothing to do with his younger brother.

Everyone retreated and avoided the attack.

"This is indeed your younger brother. If it's a fake, enjoy his gentle service. The poor monk has let go of his shackles." The monk suddenly turned against his expression and laughed proudly, "Let your bastards dare to come to our rare temple to make trouble."