Chapter 140 Hongchen still wants to kill with the sword

After listening to the two resounding names in the north and south martial arts, Hongxiu's face suddenly changed. He finally pretended to be happy in front of Hongben and nodded and smiled, "It's amazing. It's not easy to invite these two masters. It seems that it's fate to meet our Buddhist masters today. , which is also a blessing.

Murong Hongxiu and Murong Qiniang were unhappy when they heard that Lingshan Temple came to helpers, and the other was even more depressed when they heard that Yumian Langjun had been sent to Lanxi and Quzhou.

Under the leadership of Hongben, it was easy to climb to Lingshan Temple. The mountain gate was still wide open. Puyuan of the temple came out early. Seeing that Hongxiu was really happy, he laughed loudly from afar and said, "Amitabha! The two female donors are back, which makes the families worried all day long. It's hard to sleep and eat. Now it's good, haha."

Hongxiu had long expected that even if the monks of the whole temple were dead, he would be the first to greet them. He didn't hate seeing his big belly Maitreya Buddha. He laughed and said, "Well, I know that as soon as I came up, I must be the first one I saw you, the abbot?"

Puyuan hurriedly vowed, "Brother Puji is entertaining two important guests in Luohan Hall. He can't be separated, otherwise he will definitely come out to greet you. Do you believe it?"

Hongxiu squeezed his lips and smiled and said, "I believe it, hey, are there any important guests?" Isn't it just the desire to destroy the world and leave the world? You two say, am I important or they are important?

Puyuan smiled and said, "It turns out that Hongben has told you that you are naturally important to your aunt, isn't it?"

Hiromoto nodded quickly and said, "Yes! No one is as important as our Hongxiu sister. For the sake of Hongxiu sister, Uncle Puyuan can't eat and can't sleep. For the two predecessors who want Hongchen and the world to destroy the world, it's just uncle who came to add a few bowls of rice for them.

Puyuan stared at him, and Hongben smiled and said, "Uncle, don't you dare to say?"

Murong Qiniang couldn't listen any more and said lightly, "Master Puyuan, did the Yumian Langjun who came with me go to Lanxi? Didn't he say when he would come back?"

Puyuan of the temple hurriedly said, "Yu-faced Langjun, he said that he would first go to Lanxi Mochou Valley to ask for your flying knife to see the ghosts and ghosts, and then go to Quzhou to invite Quzhou Sanjue on the way. He said that he would not delay halfway and that he should come back at noon today, but Murong Jushi didn't know anything about it. The jade-faced Langjun insisted on riding his head when he was leaving. The donkey said it was poetic. The poor monk knew the donkey's bad temper well. It was expected that it must have been delayed on the road. Please rest assured.

Hongxiu couldn't help laughing and said, "The stubborn donkey is also poetic. Ha ha, the sour scholar rides a stubborn donkey. No wonder he hasn't come back yet. I'm laughing to death."

Murong Qiniang blushed and said, "What do you know? In the past, Zhang Guo always rode a donkey, and Mr. Dongguo also rode a donkey. What's so funny!"

Hongxiu squeezed her lips and smiled and said, "Uh-huh, I don't laugh. I'm going to see Hongchen. It is said that I'm not old. Maybe he's a handsome and handsome man. Maybe he's much more handsome than your jade-faced Langjun."

Hongxiu didn't care about the expression on Puyuan and Hongben's faces, but just smiled presumptuously. He passed through the Daxiong Treasure Hall and came to the Luohan Hall. Before the Hongxiu people arrived, the silver bell-like laughter arrived first, which attracted all the Buddhists in the Luohan Hall to come out to watch one after another, although many of them heard that it was the enchanting red-sleeved monk, or I can't help coming out to see my face again.

The abbot Puji also came out, and his eyes were beautiful. He did not find the pure light joy Buddha and the glazed pharmacist Buddha in the crowd. He was very happy. It seemed that he returned to the West with their injured brother Bodhi in the afterlife. Not only did Lingshan Temple lack the doctor of the pharmacist Buddha. Sheng, I don't need to see the ugly face of Jingguang Huanxi Buddha anymore. He was so happy that he still carried the valuable gold and jade beads and the red jade drop earrings on his ears. It seemed that he gave the red sleeves in white and didn't fish for anything.

Hongxiu and Murong Qiniang saluted everyone's blessings. Puji and the crowd also saluted, "Amitabha, where have Hongxiu monks and Murong monks been in the past few days? I thought they were poisoned by the Taoist demons, which made the poor monks rest assured."

Hongxiu had already made up lies in advance, waiting to speak now, and smiled, "Thank you, Grandmaster, for your thought of it. That night, when Sister Murong and I heard the alarm on the mountain, we hurriedly followed the teachers to chase the enemy. At night, we were both road lovers and couldn't find them back. Later, we found the road to Chuzhou. Later, we simply took Murong Qiniang to find my good sisters in Chuzhou, who were also their Confucian descendants, Ge Shuyu. Brother Shu Yuer, I'm afraid that everyone will miss you, so I'm in a hurry to come back today.

Many lay disciples have heard of Shu Yuer. It is not surprising that Ge Shuyu and Wu Hongxiu are together, and the abbot of Puji of Lingshan Temple also heard about the famous singer in the south of the Yangtze River. He heard that Hongxiu went to look for her. How could the monk be embarrassed to ask about this kind of thing and said, "Oh! So that's it. Come on, inside, please."

Hongxiu and Murong Qiniang held hands and were about to step up the stone steps. Suddenly, they saw a man in gray monk's clothes. The iron tower was generally standing in front of the Luohan Hall, even taller than the abbot Puji, but his face was full of facial hair, and his eyes were like electricity. What a fierce monk!

Red sleeves were shocked. This fierce monk in gray cloth monk's clothes had never seen him last time. Although he was fierce and domineering, his temples were extremely deep and his eyes were shining. Obviously, his martial arts skills were extreme. Seeing that he put his hands together for him, he nodded slightly to salute him. Hongxiu hurriedly returned the gift and said with a smile, "You are a famous one. "Is it the lust of the world?"

The fierce monk laughed: "The old monk destroys the world, and the world is a secular disciple, but the old monk is a monk."

Red sleeves smiled brightly: "Ah! It turned out to be the old man who had been looking forward to it for a long time. The little girl was Hongxiu, a new disciple of Buddhism. Huh? I heard that the old man crossed the world 20 years ago and had a great reputation, but he didn't see the old at all. It was so ashamed that the little girl mistook it as the world.

The laughter of the extermination of Li Zun was even more pleasant, and the glazed tiles on the roof were rustling. He nod and said, "Haha, the name of the red-sleeved resident is also famous all over the world. His little mouth is so sweet and he is very good at talking, haha."

Suddenly, I heard someone in Luohan Hall recite a poem and said, "Who said that the sunset is the end of the world, and there is no home in the depths of the world; I hate the world for being blocked by the world, and the world still wants to kill against the knife!" Who mentioned me again?"

Hongxiu and Murong Qiniang stared and saw a man in the Luohan Hall with both hands on their backs. They were dressed in high-crowned brocade clothes, very gorgeous, sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, angular, heroic and heroic. It was the opposite of the rough and fierce monk who destroyed the world, especially with a colorful Danxia sword around his waist, which was even more proud. However, it is outstanding and has extraordinary momentum.

Red sleeves smiled and said, "You want the world?"