Chapter 33 Eight-leaf Dead Wood

What does it mean? Yong Bowen was shocked. Just as he wanted to ask, he saw a figure flashing, and the kimono girl rushed out again, but this time she had dressed again, changed into a refreshing sweatshirt, and her long hair casually tied a horse's tail, looking like a junior high school student.

The kimono girl stood in front of Yong Bowen and scolded angrily, "Santang, don't talk nonsense!"

The bad teenager known as Santang laughed and said, "Sister Chuanzi, why did I talk nonsense? Yesterday, I heard the old man say to you with my own ears. What kind of golden fetus is this guy? He is like Tang Sanzang in Journey to the West. If you can eat him, you can become a Buddha and become the first female of our Zhenyan Sect. Li, you still patted your chest and promised, saying that as long as it is a man, you don't want to be eaten by you, and let the old man rest assured that Qinglong is authentic. After all, it is our true words..." His words are all in Chinese, which is obviously for Yong Bowen.

"Ono Santang!" The kimono girl known as Chuanzi's blue veins on her forehead jumped straight. In an instant, she fell into a state of rampage. First, she looked back uneasily at Yong Datianshi, who was stunned, and then jumped up in shame and angrily and rushed straight to Ono Santang.

"Wow, the eldest sister is crazy!" Ono Santang stood still, but shouted loudly and stingy, "Old man, come out quickly. That's all you asked me to say!"

"What?" Kawako jumped halfway and stopped suddenly. He looked at Ono Santang with a murderous face, but the boy still smiled maliciously unconsciously, which clearly showed that what he had just said to Chuanzi.

"What a bald donkey, I'll fight with you." Kawako gritted his teeth, rolled his arms and rolled up his sleeves, left the three people present, and turned his head angrily and left.

"Okay, there's a good show to watch." Ono Santang smiled proudly, waved to Yong Bowen and Jingzi, and ran down behind Chuanzi.

Yong Bowen shook his head and felt as if he was having the most absurd dream. He turned around and asked Jingzi, who was also stunned, "Well, Miss Jingzi, right? May I ask what's going on?"

"Well... I think it's probably internal coaxing." Qingzi held his arms and gently grabbed the corners of his mouth with his right index finger. He narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "It's very simple to figure it out. According to his sister's nature, Master Hachiye must be unlucky. Let's go and see the fun... It must be very beautiful. And... Since you brought it back from Master Eight Leaves, what's the question to ask him more?

The two of them led the way from the women's hall. It can be seen that there are short cabins scattered among the sparse and tall trees, which are similar in size to this women's hall. Only the room with the sign of the Royal Shadow Hall in the middle is much bigger, long and narrow, as if there are many cabins in a row. Son.

The Yuyingtang is backed by a giant pine, surrounded by more than a dozen people, and the branches and leaves are knotted. Although it is full of ice and snow, the pine tree is full of new ideas, as if it were a new young branch in early spring. The scattered dense pine branches cover the whole Yuyingtang, which looks extremely magnificent.

Ono Santang was standing in front of the door of Yuyingtang, with a ruffian smile on his face. He poked his head and looked in. One after another, one scream, rescue, and roar came from the hall.

Seeing Yong Bowen and Haruko coming, Ono Santang waved to them and made a silent gesture, signaling the two of them to come and peepee with him.

According to their words, the two walked over carefully, learning from the appearance of Ono Santang. The three heads were piled up in a row, lying on the crack of the door and looking in.

This Royal Shadow Hall is dedicated to the statues of Konghai, the ancestor of Zhenyan Sect, and the ten disciples of Konghai.

The empty sea statue stands in the middle, real-life size, not tall, white clothes floating, holding a three cobalt pestle in one hand, holding a rosary in the other, slightly opening his eyes, gently opening his lips, and his image is lifelike, like a living person.

A sticker is hung on each side of the wall behind the empty sea statue. One side of the book: the golden fetus is not the same, and the other side of the book: the ten lives of the heart.

This secret method of the golden fetus is what the air sea master learned from Qinglong and Shang Huiguo of the Tang Dynasty, and the ten-juxin theory is the tantra theory that he developed independently after he returned to Japan.

Yong Bowen knew nothing about tantra. Naturally, he didn't understand the meaning of the two posts, but he felt that the appearance of the empty sea was particularly familiar, and he felt that the three cobalt pestle and Buddha beads were particularly kind. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment. He was about to recall it carefully, and suddenly heard the screams in the Buddhist hall. He Only then did I remember the purpose of peeping, and quickly detered the observation.

There are only two people in the Nuoda Yuying Hall at this moment. One is the Chuanzi who just now ** Yong Bowen was not angry and rushed to settle accounts with the eight-leaf dead wood, and the other is the contemporary big A-leaf dead wood of the True Word Sect that Ye Yong Bowen met downstairs.

At this moment, Chuanzi is like a crazy female tyrannosaurus Rex, dancing a shining King Kong Zen stick in his hand, opening his moves, chasing the eight-leaf dead wood and smashing it fiercely, as if he was going to kill the old monk. But the eight-leaf dead wood is the master of Tantra. He is good at it. Although he is beaten empty-handed, he dodges and moves quickly and incoherently. He jumps between the dense shadows of the sticks, as slips like an oily fish. The dense stick method of Chuanzi dances so much that the water can't be splashed in, and there are eight sticks in the ten sticks that fall into the ten sticks. However, the two sticks were not funny. Every time they fell, they screamed like dead wood and pigs. They shouted, "Tanzi, what are you doing? Respect the teacher, respect the teacher, oh..."

Chuanzi shouted, "Old bald donkey, why did you tell me yesterday that you made a fool of me in front of others today. Go to hell!" The Zen stick hit the eight-leaf dead wood, banging loudly, obviously with full force.

Of course, both of them spoke Japanese, and Yong Bowen couldn't understand a word. After watching the two of them fight for a while, he saw that the eight-leaf dead wood was still jumping like flying with dozens of Zen sticks. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised and left some attention to this thin and dry old monk.

He doesn't know Japanese and can't understand the lines. Naturally, he can't watch the play with relish like Jingzi and Ono Santang. After watching it for a while, he felt bored, so he looked up and studied the empty sea statue. Thinking about it carefully, he immediately recalled the scene he saw in the dream. The appearance of the empty sea is not the one in the dream. Is it the short monk who is given the name of Qinglong Azhangli all over the world?

"Is that short monk actually an empty sea? So what did I dream about? Is it the scene where his master Konghai divided his family property at the beginning? But why do I dream about those things?

Yong Bowen recognized Konghai as a dreamer. He couldn't help but be shocked and couldn't help shouting.

Both hands stretched out to cover his mouth at the same time, but they were peeping at the two people who were watching vigorously.

Yong Bowen didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him. The sliding door had been pulled open, and the three people who were lying on it fell into the Royal Shadow Hall.

Ono Santang was pressed at the bottom, with Qingzi in the middle. Both of them were pressed and screaming, but Yongbobo didn't fall at all because of the two meat pads. He held it on the ground with his hand and jumped up calmly. Before he could see what the situation was, someone whispered a Buddha's name and said, "It turned out that the fetus bearer has arrived. The poor monk's eight leaves are dead wood, and the ninth generation of Zhenyanzong is courteous.

Yong Bowen Dingqing took a look, but saw that the old monk who was already being beaten had stood in front of him and was saluted him very modestly. Not far behind him, Chuanzi stood angrily with a Zen stick and gasped for breath.

"What a powerful old monk." Seeing that the old monk showed such a magical hand, Yong Bowen's heart was dark and did not dare to be rude. He bowed slightly, went back to a Taoist ceremony and introduced himself: "Tianshibei sent Yong Bowen."

The eight-leaf dead wood smiled and said, "Please talk about it." After saying that, he waved the big monk's sleeves and said to the three bad men and women, "Why don't you retreat?" He looked calm, and he was a master, and he didn't have the decline of being beaten just now.

As soon as the old monk was powerful, the tiger-like Kawako, who had just returned to the tiger, immediately lost his temper. He dragged the Zen stick and turned away. Jingzi glanced at Yong Bowen with his eyes and left without saying a word. Only the Ono Santang said curiously, "Old man, what's between you that you can't see? I can listen to it."

"Anyone can listen, just your big mouth can't do it." Hachiba Kumu scolded rudely, "What I said to you will be known to all Japan the next day. The little girl in Kyoto came to you. Go with her."

"Yeah? Are the little leaves coming? That's great. Finally, I don't have to accompany those old ghosts in this mountain. Ono Santang immediately ignored the eight-leaf dead wood and Yong Bowen, and jumped away happily.

The three people were easily driven away, and the eight-leaf dead wood led Yong Bowen into the Royal Shadow Hall. The two sides picked a futon and sat under the sky and sea statue.

Yong Bowen forced his patience. After sitting down, he couldn't wait to open his mouth, "Eight..."

"You want to ask me why I brought you to Japan, right?" The dead wood of eight leaves opened his mouth in advance and said the first question that Yong Bowen wanted to ask.

"That's right, I..." Yong Bowen had to say the second sentence.

Baye Kumu interrupted him for the second time and said, "You want to say that you still have something to do in Spring City. I hope I will bring you back to Spring City immediately, right?"

"Yes, you..." Yong Bowen was full of confidence.

Eight-leaf dead wood said for the third time, "You want to ask me, how do you know what you want to say?"

"No!" The incomplete words made Yong Bowen very angry. He was an impatient person and shouted, "I don't want to ask any questions. There are two things, first, return all my things to me, and second, send me back to Chuncheng. Otherwise, hum, is Zhenyan very humble? My ability of the Tianshi faction is not just to catch ghosts and evil. If you really want to annoy me, I will give you this Takano mountain to change the weather!"

Eight-leaf dead wood smiled and did not take the threat of Yong Bowen to heart at all. He said lightly, "The donor has a great fate with me. Please don't be impatient. When I speak, you can leave at will."

The so-called reach out and don't hit the smiling face. The eight leaves and dead wood have no temper, and Yong Bowen is not good to do it. What's more, the old monk is so powerful that the guy style he originally carried has been taken away. Maybe he will suffer a loss when fighting. He snorted and said, "If you have something to say quickly."