Chapter 8 Misfortune.

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In the distance, the two figures stood tall and short, standing in the void, staring at all this coldly. After a moment, the tall figure said, "Well done!" The short figure nodded and sped away in the direction of Qingchan Temple.

The next day, the sun was still bright and the sky was blue. Zhang Ziguang came out of the dormitory, stretched out his waist lazily, smiled at Wu Zhilong, who was in his room with a bad smile, and said, "Last night, I don't know what the monks in this temple were doing. The movement was really big. Could it be... I found that a monk couldn't help being lonely and hide the daughter. ?"

Wu Zhilong gave him a cold glance and said, "You boy, you are full of bad intentions. I heard from the monks who knew that the treasure of the temple in the temple last night was lost, and several monks died."

Zhang Ziguang frowned and said, "How can there be such a tall man who dares to break into the Qing Zen Temple at night? What a bold act!"

Wu Zhilong sighed and said, "Isn't it? Seven or eight lives are gone like this, alas..."

Zhang Ziguang glanced at him, with a playful face and said, "You are affectionate here. Those bald donkeys say that all sentient beings are universal and the sea of suffering is boundless. Now it's all right. Let's go to the west by their powerful Buddha's magic stick. Hey hey, the stinky bald donkeys threw away their seven emotions and six desires and one heart Buddha, leaving behind the old and sick parents in the family, and even the young son waiting to be fed, and saying that it is really shameless, conscienceless, bullying teachers and ancestors, and heaven is not acceptable..."

Wu Zhilong fell down when he heard the words, looked at Zhang Ziguang's scolding saliva and said, "Such vicious words can be so well-founded. I'm afraid there is only Zhang Jing alone under the world!"

After saying that, he ploped and really fell to the ground, covering his stomach and laughing wildly.

Zhang Ziguang talked about his "re reactionary remarks" for a long time before saying, "Brother Wu, let's go to the abbot to inquire about the situation!"

After saying that, Wu Zhilong, who lay on the ground and twitched with laughter, walked towards Zhikong to preside over the Zen room.

In the Zen room, many old monks gathered to discuss. Seeing Zhang Ziguang and others coming, they hurriedly saluted. Zhang Ziguang and Wu Zhilong also returned the salute. Zhang Ziguang took a step forward and said, "Monks, my righteous sect has been the same since ancient times. Today's matter will not be ignored by my swords faction. I will contact my teacher. Chang, help Qingchan Temple catch the murderer.

Wu Zhilong looked at Zhang Ziguang's righteous and awe-inspiring appearance and remembered his "big talk" just now, and almost laughed out loud.

The monks in the Zen room nodded with a smile and praised Zhang Ziguang's agility. Zhikong presided over and said, "Amitabha, the benevolent heart of the little donor, is really admirable, but the Qiankun bag, as the treasure of our temple, has been useless for a long time. Now if this news is spread and disturbs other colleagues, it will definitely cause a big Jianghu disturbance, and the gains will outweigh the losses. According to the old man's opinion, it is better for the two benefactors to keep it secret.

Zhang Ziguang admired: "Master Zhikong is really farsighted!"

After saying that, the two delivered a speech and withdrew from the house. On the way back to the room, Zhang Ziguang looked serious and frowned. The laughter when he went there was completely gone. I don't know what he was thinking...

This is a quiet afternoon. Zhang Ziguang lay quietly in **, with a trace of imperceptible sadness in his eyes. He forgot to look at the distant sky and saw that the sun was like blood, coating everything with a bleak color. He seemed to see that the two figures were in the horizon, right A sweet smile at him. One smiles simple and lovingly.

"Dad, mother..." Zhang Ziguang shouted softly, and his eyes were filled with water vapor. He quickly got down from the bed and suddenly opened the door to grasp even a trace of what has long existed, but a good wish is just a hurried sigh in another world. Even if it is beautiful, it is always destroyed by the cold rain of reality...

Zhang Ziguang looked melancholy and looked at Tianyu quietly. All she saw was the remnant sun like blood!

He turned around and hurried back to the bedroom, holding back the tears that were about to overflow!

"Brother Zhang, are you there?" A sweet voice came from outside the door. It was Liu Yuhong. Zhang Ziguang hurriedly wiped away her tears, put on a smiling face, and said, "My hair, the benefactor is all right!"

Liu Yuhong smiled and said an an angry look on her face, "You bad boy, you don't have any good intentions. Eight masters in the Qingzen Temple are suddenly dead. It's okay if you don't sympathize with them. You're still messing around here..."

Zhang Ziguang put away his smile and said solemnly, "Sister Liu, you don't know anything. The bald donkeys in Qingchan Temple suspect that we are from the swordsman faction. Do you think I should take revenge?" With that, there was a cunning look on his face.

Liu Yuhong was shocked and said, "What are you talking about? Qingchan Temple suspects our swordsman faction?"

Zhang Ziguang and Zheng said: "Yes, the wisdom and bald donkey of Qingchan Temple is very deep. While blocking the news, he revealed the inside story of this matter to the disciples of the various sects here. Do you know why?

"Fighten the snake and lead the snake out of the hole!" Liu Yuhong exclaimed.

"Yes, Sister Liu is really smart!" Zhang Ziguang praised, and then he changed his words and said, "This bald donkey dares to doubt me, so I have to make him suffer a little!"

Liu Yuhong gave him a white look and taught him a lesson, "This is a special period. Don't mess with me!"

Zhang Ziguang smiled, and the ruffian's anger on his body was undoubtedly revealed, saying, "My hair, the female donor is not in a hurry, the poor monk has his own measure!"

Liu Yuhong was speechless, with a complex expression on his face, not only crying, but also laughing...

At noon, there was a smoky scene in the kitchen of Qingchan Temple. Several monks were sweating and carefully preparing vegetarian dishes. Suddenly, a fragrant smell came to his face, and a monk who was cooking sighed softly: "So fragrant" and fainted. After him, all the monks in the kitchen fainted one after another.

At this time, a figure appeared in the kitchen with a smile. He quickly took out a cloth bag, arranged the things in the bag according to the previous plan, and then left with a laugh...

The monks who were waiting for the fasting to wait for a long time and haven't seen the vegetarian food delivered. They couldn't help but be a little anxious. They were really impatient. Several people came to the kitchen to urge, but as soon as they stepped into the door of the kitchen, they were stunned by the scene here!

All the monks in the kitchen were lying on the ground, smelling of alcohol. Some people still held roast chicken, roast duck and other forbidden things in their arms. They chewed and said in a daze while eating: "Delicious! Delicious!"

The monks were shocked and hurriedly called them up and scolded them loudly. Some even called the old monks in the temple, claiming that they would dispose of the monks in the kitchen.

The monks who cooked were also confused when they saw that they had violated the Buddhist precepts, but the evidence was conclusive, but they were also difficult to argue. They cried loudly in front of the old monks in the temple.

End of this chapter