Those years when I was a corpse guard in Yizhuang

Chapter 281 Golden Mountain Temple!
Especially Taoist Zhen, he thought to himself that his eyesight was not bad, unless he was a Daoist monk, he would be able to see some details of the other party at a glance.

But when he saw this young Taoist, he was shocked.

He looked up and down a few times, but he didn't find the slightest trace of cultivation on the young Taoist.

But the more so, the more cautious he was.

Now there are often evil cultivators in Fengzhou, and demons are making trouble everywhere, and he has encountered it several times.

If this young Taoist is an ordinary person, how could he be safe in this wilderness?
And although no trace of cultivation can be seen on this person, this young Taoist has a harmonious and natural appearance, bright eyes, and fair skin. He doesn't look like an ordinary person at all.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Adhering to the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, Taoist Zhen did not look at it too much, so as not to cause the other party's displeasure.

But everyone is a Taoist priest, out of etiquette, he made a bow.

Li Yu returned the gift with a smile, and continued drinking tea.

Feeling weak, I also took out some exquisite snacks and some melon seeds from the package to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, not long after, another group of people passed by here.

Seeing the small shop, I thought about coming to sit down and rest, and drink tea by the way.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but this group of people are all monks!

There were seven monks in this group, the leader was an old monk, the monk's robes on his body were a bit worn out, and they were washed white. The old monk was thin and small, and he didn't look amazing, except for his longevity eyebrows, which were white and could be two inches long when drooping.

The skin on his body was so dark that there was a touch of red gold. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this old monk must not be an ordinary person.

The other six monks are of different heights, short, fat and thin, but most of them hold Jiedao, which is convenient for shoveling.

Fortunately, this roadside wild store has all monks and Taoists.

Seeing Li Yu and Taoist Zhen, the group of monks were a little surprised.

The headed old monk clasped his hands together, and saluted Li Yu and Daoren Zhen solemnly, "Amitabha, poor monk Zhenyu, I'm bothering some fellow Taoists."

"But Master Zhenyu from Jinshan Temple?"

Daoren Zhen was startled, he didn't dare to neglect, and quickly got up to return the salute.

Although Jinshan Temple is not as good as the Shen family, Bibo Villa, Yuegou Mountain, Yan Luozong, Hongye Valley and other forces, it is quite famous in Fengzhou.

The reason is that Jinshan Temple is somewhat related to Futu Temple. It is said that the founder of Jinshan Temple is an elder of Futu Temple.

Therefore, in the Fengzhou practice circle, especially among their casual cultivators, they have a very good reputation.

"I don't dare to be a mage, but the poor monk is the teacher of Jinshan Temple."

After the old monk finished speaking, he immediately saluted the old man and said: "Please trouble the store to serve some tea, and if there are flour cakes, you can also serve them."

"Master, you are welcome, old man, I will prepare now."

The old man quickly bowed to respond.

Li Yu also saluted casually, and then slowly sipped tea and kneaded melon seeds.

Seeing Li Yu's casual attitude, the old monk Zhenyu didn't react. Instead, the monks behind him raised their eyebrows and snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with Li Yu's attitude.

Li Yu glanced at them, but didn't bother to talk to them.

"Fa Ming, Fa Yu, you must not be rude!"

The old monk Zhenyu said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Uncle Master!"

Seeing this, several great monks responded quickly, not daring to say anything else.

It's just that with the addition of a few monks in the wooden shed, the atmosphere became more and more weird.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a few passers-by simply got up and left.

Not long after, a smell of meat filled the air. It was clearly the smell of beef that Li Yu had just let the old man marinate.

Snapped!
A tall and thin monk was furious and slapped the table, the wooden table was shattered, then he pointed at the old man and shouted:

"My Buddhist disciples don't eat meat, there are eight precepts, but you are cooking meat in a pot, and the smell of meat is still wafting. Come on, did you do it on purpose?"

The old man shivered violently, his legs went limp, and he knelt down directly: "Master, forgive me, master, forgive me, little old man, I will do the same."

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Li Yu, unable to speak.

Li Yu frowned, swept his eyes away, and said, "I asked him to do it, what? Are you monks from Jinshan Temple still planning to bully others?!"

The tall and thin monk had a bad temper, and when he was about to say something, Li Yu's indifferent and cold gaze swept him away, and he felt his whole body was so cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his body seemed to be unable to move.

"Faming, step back!"

The old monk Zhenyu said in a deep voice, his voice was like thunder, awakening the tall and thin monk.

The old man and his wife, whose voice was trembling, trembled, several earthen houses trembled slightly, and some dust fell down.

"Old monk, do you have anything to say?"

Li Yu looked up, his eyes were calm and deep.

Master Zhenyu sighed lightly, folded his hands together and said: "It's the poor monk who is negligent in discipline, which makes these disciples a bit domineering. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist."

Li Yu glanced at the few monks behind Master Zhenyu. These people were either frowning, or angry. Li Yu sneered: "Forget it, they are obviously monks who have nothing to do, but they are here to bully others and embarrass ordinary people. Old monk, look for yourself, there is no sign of remorse on the faces of these people behind you."

"presumptuous!"

Just as Master Zhenyu was about to say something, another short and fat monk stood up and snorted coldly, his face was full of flesh, and his eyes showed a cold light: "Hmph! You have no hair on your head, and you dare to meddle in other people's affairs. You meddle too much, don't you?!"

He said sullenly: "You must know that if you want to live a long time in the world, you must not only show off your two tricks, but also keep your hands off your own business!"

A bit of dissatisfaction also appeared on Taoist Zhen's face, and he said sarcastically, "I originally thought that the monks in Jinshan Temple should be honest, simple and honest, calm and kind, huh. I didn't expect that."

The old monk Zhenyu frowned, his face sank like water, looked at the two monks, one tall and one short, and sighed softly: "Fa Ming, Fa Yu, can you two be convicted?"

The two looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "This is a confession to the uncle, the disciple is guilty."

The old monk Zhenyu said: "When you go back to the temple this time, the two of you will be transferred from the Bodhi Court to the Miscellaneous Service Court, and then each will receive a hundred feet of responsibility, facing the wall and thinking for a hundred days. Do you have any objections?"

The two of them lowered their eyebrows and said pleasantly: "The disciple obeys!"

"Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and doing good is great!"

The old monk Zhenyu nodded and said calmly.

"Old monk, your cultivation is not bad. It's a pity."

Li Yu smiled, with a bit of sarcasm on his face: "It's just that the eyes are not very good, and he is a bit pedantic."

"Oh? I don't know what you mean?"

The old monk Zhenyu said calmly.

Li Yu smiled lightly and said, "You two juniors have been robbed a long time ago, deliberately making enemies for you at Jinshan Temple to cause trouble, can't you see it?"

"Seize the house?"

The old monk Zhenyu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned cold immediately.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

At the same time, the complexions of the two monks, one tall and one short, changed slightly, and then quickly turned rosy, which was a little abnormal.A pair of eyes also became evil and sinister.

A man pulled out a blood-red serrated wolf-tooth knife, and the blade shook, and slashed at the old monk Zhenyu.

The other's eyes shot out bloody light, looking at Li Yu.

The blood light was sticky and strange, and a monk next to him was touched by the blood light, and one arm melted away quickly, and the screams were shrill, which made people feel chills.

(End of this chapter)