Chapter 421 Old Friend From the Zen Monastery

Guess who Wu Qi met?

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Zangxin Zen Temple is densely forested. Bodhi trees surrounded by people can be seen everywhere growing in front of and behind the house.

There is a main hall that is more than ten feet long and wide. There are several shining golden Buddha statues enshrined in it. A dozen young monks ranging from three to five years old to seventeen or eighteen years old are reciting to the Buddha statues under the leadership of an old monk in sixties. Buddhist scriptures.

The sixty-year-old monk had no Buddhist power at all, but he was surrounded by Buddhist energy and there was a faint circle of Buddha light behind his head. He was obviously a righteous man who studied Buddhism diligently.

Among the other young monks, some of the younger ones were lying on the futons and fell asleep. The older ones, in compliance with the young monks' saying that chanting sutras are not intentional, sat cross-legged on the futons, making no sound and twitching from time to time. Nose, smelling the aroma of big steamed buns wafting from the backyard kitchen.

The little monk holding Wu Qi took him straight past the main hall, bypassed the back hall and side rooms in the second courtyard, and arrived at the backyard. There are several simple huts in the backyard. On the left is more than 30 acres of farmland, where half-yellow and half-green rice grows just right. There are also several acres of land filled with vegetables such as greens and radishes. On the right are the kitchen and woodshed and several stone houses made of large stones. The aroma of brewing soup is wafting from one of the stone houses.

A skinny old monk with an arrow about eight feet high was walking out of the kitchen waddlingly carrying a basin of gruel to feed a few hounds that were playing in front of the hut. The monk who was holding Wu Qi shouted when he saw the old monk: "Master, I have built another seven-level pagoda. Unfortunately, my disciple has little magic power and only built half of it. The remaining half depends on you!"

The old monk turned his head tremblingly, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and he glanced at Wuqi. Then he slowly nodded and said: "Good, good, this fellow Taoist is seriously injured. Well, this fellow Taoist was injured." Was it a robbery of wealth or a robbery of sex? Why are all the clothes taken off?" His eyes swept over the black dragon spirit ring and the spiritual nurturing ring that Wu Qi hung on his chest. The old monk suddenly laughed: "It seems that it was a robbery of sex. Fellow Taoist, there is no shortage of money and materials!"

The words of the old monk and the young monk echoed each other, making Wu Qi so angry that he almost jumped up and violently broke their bald heads. This young monk is only at the early stage of the Golden Elixir. The old monk has also managed to reach the peak of the Golden Elixir. Thanks to their boldness, they dare to bring monks who are in trouble outside to their hometown. Could it be that they don’t know? Is there a saying in this world that "people's hearts are unpredictable"?

Looking at the bright smile of the old monk, Wu Qi coughed violently and said with a wry smile: "Master, you are joking. Hey, Pindao just met a few enemies. He couldn't resist and was injured. His clothes were also burned by the enemies. . Dare you ask the master’s Buddha’s name?”

The old monk put down the porridge basin, clasped his hands and said in a long voice: "Old monk hides his heart, that is the evil disciple of old monk guarding his heart."

Wu Qi was about to hypocritically praise the Master and Disciple's Dharma title. It turned out to be exquisite, ingenious, simple and elegant.

The door of a hut nearby suddenly opened, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice came out: "Master, when can we leave this ghost place? I can't bear the vegetables and radishes every day! I want to eat meat, drink alcohol, and eat vegetables." Woman!"

Accompanied by this dry and unpleasant voice, the bloody lunatic, who had an ugly face and was wearing a rough linen monk's robe and could walk unsteadily, walked out with one foot high and one foot low. The blood madman was thinner than when Wu Qi met him for the first time. He was almost as thin as the old monk Zang Xin. Wu Qi always felt that the blood madman was as thin as the Rwandan refugees on earth. A pair of big pale eyes and two rows of big white teeth, nothing could be seen at all.

The bloody madman held a cane and walked out tremblingly. He complained about the poor living conditions in Zangxin Zen Temple, and then said with a joyful smile: "Hey, let the madman see which unlucky guy is with our master and apprentice." Same, saved by the monk here? Hehe, we have been eating vegetables and radishes for half a year, and we haven’t even seen a drop of meat!"

Wu Qi stared blankly at Madman Xue. As soon as he walked out of the hut, his eyes hurt from the sunlight. Madman Xue, who rubbed his eyes fiercely, suddenly saw Wu Qi and was stunned. The two stared at each other for a long time, and then the bloody madman screamed: "Master, it's not good, the enemy is coming!"

A violent coughing sound was heard, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps. Lao Ai, who was also thin and out of shape, but still tall and evil, ran out of another thatched hut in large strides. As soon as Lao Aui came out of the hut, her body swayed and she almost fell to the ground. He stared at Wu Qi, tremblingly pointed at Wu Qi and shouted: "Do you really want to kill them all? We masters and disciples have already hid here, and you still refuse to let us go?"

Touching his cheek in surprise, Wu Qi found helplessly that in order to deal with the death energy in his body when he was fleeing underground, he no longer bothered to maintain the magic of changing his appearance and body shape. Now he was exposed to Lao Ai and the bloody madman. It's exactly what he looks like.

With a wry smile, Wu Qi shook his head with difficulty and said, "How can you two be fine after being apart for a few years? You guys have traveled so far!"

Wu Qi sincerely admired Lao Ai and Xue Kuang, the pair of masters and disciples. They had no idea what was going on in the outside world, yet they actually ran all the way from Ten Thousand Immortals to Pangu Continent, and they seemed to have successfully escaped from the siege after being seriously injured. How could he not admire this.

Sighing softly, Wu Qiji said: "Pangaea is such a big continent that we can meet. It is indeed destined!"

Lao Ai and Blood Maniac were stunned and looked at each other. They could see that Wu Qi had no ill intentions towards their master and apprentice, and Wu Qi was seriously injured all over his body. He could barely move his fingers. He didn't look like he was here to hunt down their master and apprentice.

After pondering for a moment, Lao Ai shook his head and said with a strange smile: "You are not here to hunt us down! If you want to hunt down someone, you are the only one who is not qualified!"

The blood madman sneered a few times. He rubbed his knuckles vigorously, making a crackling sound, and sneered: "Master, why don't you do this kid here? He is the grandson-in-law of Yan Dan, and he should be the one who severely injured the master that day. , but there’s that guy Yan Dan!”

"Huh?" The old monk Zangxin stared, and punched the bloody madman several times. The old monk shouted angrily: "How dare you! This is the pure land of Buddhism, how can you fight and kill? Since you guys We are acquaintances, and you both fled here after being seriously injured. This proves that you are destined to Buddhism. It is the intention of the Buddha to let you meet here and resolve your hatred! Who dares to say anything about fighting and killing? Even green vegetables and radishes are not allowed to be eaten. La!"

The bloody madman was beaten until he screamed wildly, and he hurriedly ran away to Lao Ai holding his head.

The old monk was waiting for a few punches from the bloody madman, when the door of the kitchen next to him suddenly opened, revealing a fat and strong monk, about ten feet tall, with a waist circumference of at least one foot or two, and covered with white flowers and flesh. Step out. The monk was carrying a basket of steamed buns in his left hand and a pot of rice porridge mixed with vegetables and radish in his right hand. He shouted loudly: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat, all the bald donkeys are here to eat!"

After a cup of tea, Wu Qi, Lao Ai, and Xue Kuang were squatting on the foot-high threshold of the Zen Temple at the gate of Zangxin Zen Temple. They were carrying multi-grain steamed buns as big as the heads of two children, Qin, in their left hands, and an adult in their right hand. *A sea bowl the size of a human face is filled with vegetables, radishes, and mixed rice porridge without any oil or salt. Looking deeply into the valley ahead.

After taking a bite of the half-cooked steamed bun that was as hard as a rock, and a sip of the rice porridge that was clear and watery and tasteless, Wu Qi took a deep breath and said, "Master and disciple Chang Xin Wang, this kind of food is enough." Half a year? I have wronged you, I really have wronged you!"

Lao Ai and Blood Maniac looked at the rough grain in their hands with tears in their eyes. They slowly opened their mouths and took a hard bite of the steamed bun.

"If I hadn't been seriously injured and couldn't absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to heal my wounds, and could only rely on these rice noodles to replenish my physical strength, I would have... long ago broken these bald heads, burned down this monastery, and roasted and eaten all these bald donkeys!" Lao Ai's body was trembling, and he howled in a low voice: "For half a year, one hundred and eighty-nine days, there is only one meal a day of such coarse food that neither pigs nor dogs can eat..."

The bloody madman cried in a low voice: "No food and wine, no beautiful women, nothing."

Lao Ai's voice trembled as she complained: "There are only a group of old monks, great monks, and young monks who surround you all day long and say that you have a connection with Buddhism and want you to shave your head and become a monk. Don't let me regain my magical powers, otherwise, otherwise……

Wu Qi glanced at Master and Disciple Lao Ai, and sighed quietly: "Don't forget the grace of saving your life. If you kill your savior, tsk tsk, you will be haunted by inner demons, and you will have great obstacles in your future cultivation!"

Lao Ai almost spat out a mouthful of blood. She glared at Wu Qi angrily and turned around, not bothering to look at him anymore.

Wu Qi paid no attention to Lao Ai. Instead, he found the blood madman and asked him about what happened to the master and his apprentice in the past few years.

The thing was also very simple. They killed Yu Hetian that day, and after Lao Ai digested the Yuan Yin Qi taken from Yu Qianqian's body, the master and the disciple slowly returned to Jidu. As a result, they just returned to Jidu. Lao Ai was invited by Su Meier to learn the magical power of dual cultivation.

Just when Lao Ai wanted to die but could not become an immortal, Yan Dan led all the masters of the Great Yan Dynasty to attack him with all their strength, almost turning Lao Ai into ashes on the spot. Fortunately, Lao Ai's Great Joy Wheel was extremely powerful, and he protected the blood madman who was also seriously injured and fled out of Jidu. The master and the disciple fled in panic, passing through Ten Thousand Immortals Star to Baiyun Star, from Baiyun Star to Xiaodong Yuantian Realm, and then to Puotian Realm. Then they evaded pursuit and robbed monks and looted spiritual stones along the way, and luckily escaped to Pangu Continent.

When they arrived at Pangu Continent, the master and the apprentice were already scarred and could not breathe more than death. However, they were still lustful and met some beautiful female cultivators on the way. Lao Ai immediately rushed to rob them, preparing to snatch some cauldrons to heal their wounds. God knows that those beautiful female cultivators have very strong backing. Lao Ai successfully snatched away two female cultivators at the Golden Core realm. A thirty-second-grade heavenly immortal came out of the air and almost knocked Lao Ai and the blood madman into ashes with one blow. Go.

The master and the apprentice escaped by chance, but they still had the strength to jump a few times. By the time they were rescued by the young monk Shouxin and brought back to the Zangxin Temple, they were already dying, covered in pulp, and no different from ordinary mortals. If not, with Lao Ai's nature, how could he obediently stay in the monastery and eat cornbread?

After listening to the bloody maniac's cry, Wu Qi was about to laugh a few times in gloating, when suddenly a cloud light shone above the valley, and a cloud of clouds carried seven or eight handsome and beautiful young men floating down.

The handsome man leading the team casually threw a small storage bag to Wu Qi. He said coldly: "This mountainous area is the territory of our Anhe Chengmin family. There are a hundred low-grade spiritual stones in it. You have to move out within a quarter of an hour, otherwise don’t blame us for demolishing your shabby monastery!"

Wu Qi blankly picked up the storage bag that fell in front of him.

What is this for? Has he encountered the Pangea version of forced demolition?