Chapter 103 Luo Hantang

Lingshan Temple, Luohan Hall.

When everyone arrived, Puji, the abbot, ordered Puyuan of the temple to take out the topographic map of Xiandu, and the mountains and rivers such as Dinghu Peak, Furongxia, Zizhiwu and Xianduguan were clearly marked.

Pujilang said, "At this time, it took half a year to draw this picture. There are three roads from Lingshan Temple to Xianduguan. The west road is the longest, and you need to bypass Xiandu Cave. The middle road is the shortest, less than 40 miles, but it is more difficult to cross the mountains. Only the East Road is surrounded by a wilderness. Although the road is narrow, it is also flat. The river is very flat.

All the monks and disciples listened quietly. Hongxiu looked at the map and secretly said that it was the East Road with the Crazy Knife last night.

Puji also said, "Ziyang Zhenren, the master of Xiandu, has been sent to the Galan Conference a month ago from begging for suffering and was defeated by the temple. Now there is no concern about the great loss of vitality."

The group was moved, and Puji did not say that it was a Hongmen banquet of Lingshan Temple, which poisoned the owner of Ziyang. He just boasted how rude Xianduguan was, bullied Lingshan Temple, and took the initiative to challenge, but he was seriously injured, making the grievances between Lingshan Temple and Xiandu Dongtian deeper.

The drunken disciple under the hall is a nine-foot man with a face full of chapped cheeks. He is the most vigorous. Hearing this, he was full of righteous indignation. He stood up and shouted loudly: "The fairy capital is extremely rude. To bully Lingshan Temple is to bully the big guy. Ziyang's cow nose is old to beg for trouble. We killed Xiandu and take away his cave and earth. Then sweep the Zen sacrifice of Mount Tai and destroy Taoism in one fell swoop, haha!"

The secular disciples and the younger monks echoed one after another, and the crowd surged, shouting, "Yes! Destroy Taoism in one fell swoop, starting from the fairy capital!"

Puji's palms were united, and his internal strength was transported, and the sound of the Buddha's name was suppressed by the whole audience: "Amitabha, thank you for your help from all the masters and disciples. We have found that Ziyang Zhenren, the owner of the immortal capital, has hurt his vitality. There is no need to worry about the lingering sick bed. It's just that Qingyangzi's lonely palms in the view, but Tianxu Taoist Leading a group of Xiandu Laodao to guard Furongxia, where a man can't open up is really dangerous. We have to think of a way to see if it is intelligent or how to bypass Tianxu Laodao.

The only Venerable man couldn't listen any more and shouted, "Zen Master Puji, you are also the unmovable king. How can you be so afraid of Tianxu? No matter how powerful Tianxu is, he is also an old man, and he is also two arms and two legs. What's there to be afraid of!"

Jingguang Huanxi Buddha echoed and said, "Although Master Dujue's words are fierce, he is also reasonable. The abbot of Puji must not pay attention to it."

Puji hurriedly said, "How dare you?"

Jingguang was happy and said with an obscene smile: "Among all of you here, there are those who are better than the old cow's nose of Tianxu, for example, my brother Bodhi in the afterlife, who is enough to compete with the cow's nose! And my younger brother, the glazed pharmacist Buddha, has excellent medical skills. Even if everyone suffers some minor injuries, there will be no hindrance with my wonderful rejuvenation.

Jingguang Huanxi Buddha boasted and almost praised the Western bliss. Many Jiangnan Buddhist descendants have talked about it one after another, and some of them have sneered: "What will you do? But I have never heard of a female disciple in Xiandu Cave, otherwise you can also show your magical power and show your skills.

In the afterlife, Bodhi secretly complained about this brother who loved to talk about cowhide and spoke unobstructedly, and frowned and said, "Dow! Thinking that day, Xu Laodao was famous in the south of the south of the Yangtze River for decades, and there must be a unique means, and the poor monks can only meet Qingyangzi. If we compare with the ancestors of Tianxu, it is still too appropriate to prove the Bodhi of Luoyang Bodhi Temple.

Just because the teacher's anger on his face eased after listening to it, he laughed and said, "In the afterlife, Bodhi and the King of the Ming Dynasty, you two are too modest. It's more than enough for you to deal with Tianxu. Lao Ni, a female generation, can cheer you."

Even Hongxiu could hear that it was because Shi Tai's tone was very eager to fight against Tianxu, but he refused. Puji and Bodhi couldn't hear it in the afterlife, and said one after another, "The broken immortals have to take the lead, so that those cows can know that they don't give up their eyebrows and kill the arrogance of Tianxu Laodao!"

Just because the master nodded and said, "Since the abbot Zen master said this to the Bodhi Master in the afterlife, Lao Ni will seem to be timid if he refuses again, okay! Zen Master Puji, have you sent someone to inquire recently? How about the virtual reality of Xiandu Dongtian now?

Puji, the king of Fuming, said, "The temple has sent a dead man from the Beiwulin killer organization last night to spy on the new situation. There must be news before sunset."

Everyone nodded, but only Hongxiu nodded on the surface, but secretly laughed that the dead man you sent to Beiwulin had already been killed and buried like a radish. The dead man had already become a dead body. If you want to wait for a new situation, you will wait until the sky can be desolate and the land can be old, and there will definitely not be there.

At the beginning, Hongxiu was still listening carefully for fear of missing important words. At that time, it was not easy to talk to the mad knife, but later there was nothing important. Everyone bragged about each other and recommended each other. In addition, when he didn't sleep last night, Hongxiu was only drowsy and sleepy.

When it was almost noon, the fragrant chef set meals, and the monks and disciples withdrew from the Luohan Hall to eat. Puyuan, the temple supervisor, hurriedly greeted around and met Hongxiu and said, "There are no female guests in the temple. The red-sleeved monk must keep up because the teacher went to Zhang Dahu's house at the foot of the mountain to rest. He will treat him warmly."

Hongxiu nodded and was about to go out, but Puyuan suddenly lowered his voice and said, "You can come up the mountain at any time. I have ordered the disciples in charge of the backyard. As long as you come and give a high-five, they will open the door. I will send you what you need and what you need to eat."

Hongxiu said coldly, "If I go down the mountain, won't I go back?"

Pu Yuan was stunned and was thinking about what the red sleeve meant. He didn't offend her. He stared at the red sleeve and left, and his heart was sad.

Hongxiu suddenly turned around and said, "You send someone to send some scallion cakes to the foot of the mountain. The temple chef did a good job."

Puyuan nodded happily and said with his palms, "Definitely! Definitely."

However, it is said that the jade-faced Langjun also has to be separated from Murong Qiniang. The jade-faced Langjun followed the Buddhist monks in the temple, and Murong Qiniang also had to go to Zhang Dahu's house at the foot of the mountain because of the nun. Puji had no choice but to do nothing about it. He smiled and said, "I'm very sorry for the jade-faced benefactor and Murong female benefactor. The small temple has not been able to stay with women since ancient times. Let's follow the fate. Instead, I broke up your couple and Tilian.

Yu-faced Langjun smiled and said, "Zen Master Puji laughed. It's also good for me to ask for more advice on martial arts from the fathers and predecessors of Buddhist teachers in Lingshan Temple. Seven Sister, just go down the mountain. If you get one or two instructions from the teacher, it can be said that you will be used for life."

It happened that Hongxiu passed by, and the jade-faced Langjun smiled awkwardly, but it was difficult to call out the words sister. Hongxiu just snorted coldly and ignored him again.

Hongxiu is very afraid of the proof that Bodhi is because the teacher's face is grumpy and murderous, and he dares not follow him. The good robbery is very gentle. He pulls the red sleeve to ask questions. Hongxiu is not outside. He has always been careless. Only Murong Qiniang follows the girl far away and praises the beauty of Lingquan Mountain from time to time. Scene.

On the road, the robber asked Hongxiu too quietly: "You betrayed Confucianism. Now that Buddhism has been handed down, will you offend Confucianism? Will Murong Qiniang catch you?

Hongxiu smiled secretly. Murong Qiniang was her own sister. Even if there was a reason, she would not embarrass herself, but she said solemnly, "It doesn't matter. It's not a day or two that I betrayed Confucianism. It's no big deal. Confucianism won't pester me as a weak woman."

The robber laughed too low and said, "Well, at the foot of the mountain where we live together, if she makes things difficult for you, please inform me in time."

Hongxiu smiled and said, "It's okay. She's not my opponent. Besides, she and I have met before. They both seem to be old and get along well. However, due to the difference between sects just now, we have to be estranged. We can even live in a room."

The robber said, "That's good. Zhang Dahu's family where we live is very rich. If you want anything, just say it directly. Since we have changed our fate, we will calm him down, and we can't allow him to push three obstacles."

Red sleeves smiled and said, "Okay! When I went down the mountain, I set up the young lady's recipe to see if he can't stand it?"

The girls laughed, but only because the teacher still had a stiff face, and they didn't know whether it was happy or angry?

After that, Murong Qiniang suddenly said, "It's because of the teacher! I heard that your old man's calligraphy is unique in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and even famous in the northern and southern martial arts. He is not inferior to my Confucian calligraphy. I don't know if you can teach the little girl.

Because Shi Tai had a gloomy face all the way, she suddenly heard someone praise her calligraphy as a descendant of Confucianism. She couldn't help but be happy, and her face became pleasant: "Poor Ni is old, and her calligraphy is not as good as back then. I want to follow Mrs. Wei's descendants to learn pen and ink when she was as you, but now she has more than 40 years old. It's been a year!"

Murong Qiniang sighed, "Congratulations on the fact that because the teacher was also a famous girl in my Confucianism, she finally penetrated the wonderful method and worshipped Buddhism and achieved positive results."

The nuns were shocked. Although they also knew that it was because of the teacher's background, no one dared to mention it to her face. They secretly said that whether Murong Qiniang ate leopard gall or tiger meat, and actually dared to talk to the Buddhist predecessors face to face.

Just because Shi Tai was not angry, he just sighed, "It's all in the past. If you don't mention it, I, Buddha, pay attention to fate and don't fall into the suffering of past reincarnation."

Murong Qiniang said indefatigably, "Just because you are half a monk, can you really forget the past? I heard that because the teacher is too vulgar, his surname is Murong, and he is in the same clan as the little girl.

The women listened thrillingly. No wonder the master did not get angry. It turned out that there was some connection with this Confucian woman.

Especially Hongxiu was even more surprised to hear it, because the teacher is also from my Murong family?