Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 121 Three Devils
The setting sun was like fire, and continuous red clouds covered half of the sky. Under the rays of the sun, a monk's clothes were like snow, and the charming monk walked into the hall. There was a smile on his lips, and his temperament was particularly dusty.

"Mr. Long, we meet again, do you miss the little monk?"

Long Peng was slightly taken aback, feeling a little surprised, "It's you, little monk?"

"Why, the little monk is coming to your site as a guest, aren't you welcome?"

"Less poor..."

Long Peng shook his head helplessly, "You do it yourself, or do I do it?"

"Come on, little monk."

Wuxin smiled slightly, turned around, looked at Qunhao, clasped his hands together, made a Buddhist inscription, and said with a smile, "Master Ye Anshi, I have met all of you..."

Tong Baixiong frowned and said, "You are the suzerain of Tianwaitian, so young?"

"Elder Tong, people should not be judged by their appearance, and age doesn't mean everything."

Wuxin straightened her body and stood beside Long Peng, her white monk robe blowing in the wind.

"You know the old man?"

"Since the monk has chosen to come, he will naturally not be unprepared."

Tong Baixiong nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Since Sect Master Ye and Da Keqing are old friends, then I won't say much."

"Okay, that's it for today, everyone, come with me, little monk."

Long Peng waved his hand, greeted Wuxin, turned and left, Wuxin nodded to the people who followed him, and then left together.

Side hall.

A cup of tea was handed to Wuxin.

"Little monk, let's get straight to the point. How many people did you bring?"

"Mr. Long really hasn't changed at all, he's still so direct."

Wuxin smiled, and took a sip of tea, "In this trip, besides me, there are three from the Zizai realm and five from the Vajra Ordinary realm."

"There are no masters in the Happy Heaven Realm?"

Wuxin raised her eyebrows slightly, pointed to herself, "Young monk, isn't it?"

Long Peng froze for a moment, smiled and shook his head, "Little monk, I haven't seen you for a long time, how is your practice of the Six Skills of Buddhism?"

The technique of the six Buddhist arts is divided into: Tianyantong, Tianertong, other-hearttong, fatetong, Shenzutong, and Leujintong.

It is the highest Buddhist teaching.

Back then, Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple died, and the soul remained lingering, because the omissions in it were cleared up.

"The skills of the six skills cannot be practiced. They need to be enlightened. Once enlightened, everything will be mastered."

"Little monk, you are quite good at bragging."

Wuxin smiled, "Mr. Long, my little monk sees that your complexion is dull, and the brows are faintly black and blue, but what kind of strange poison has you been poisoned by?"

Long Peng was stunned, and said with a smile, "Young monk, it's okay, I haven't seen you for a while, my eyesight is good."

"I am over-flattered……"

Wu Xin drank some more tea, leaned back behind her, and sighed, "The little monk came all the way, and you just give some tea, which is really unreasonable for hospitality."

"There is already a banquet on the mountain, if you want to go, then go?"

"According to Mr. Long, did you go there unintentionally?"

"I don't want to go..."

"Oh…"

Unintentionally raised his eyebrows, and looked around.He laughed and said, "I don't want to go because I have an appointment with the beauty? Speaking of which, where is the Mu girl who is behind Mr. Long? Last time at the Beauty Village, if she hadn't appeared, the little monk might have died by now."

"You monk, can you be more serious?"

"My little monk is a wine and meat monk, what do you want to be serious? You have no wine or meat here, it's really boring..."

"Who said no?"

A hoarse voice came from outside the door.

Yan Shisan walked past the screen with a few jars of wine and a crow carrying a lot of things, and appeared in the inner room.

"Little monk, you are the suzerain, why are you still acting like this? You have a good skin..."

Wuxin dragged her chin with one hand, put the other on her knee, looked up at the young man in black, and said with a smirk, "Mr. Yan is not jealous of the monk?"

"roll!"

Yan Shisan rolled his eyes, and put the wine he was carrying on the table, "Long Peng, when are you going to leave?"

Long Peng was a little puzzled, "Tomorrow, what's the matter?"

"You are gone, there is nothing interesting on this mountain, I will walk with you."

"This…"

"You don't need to persuade me, no one can persuade me, Yan Shisan, what I want to do."

"I didn't intend to persuade you, I was just curious why you followed me?"

Yan Shisan's expression froze, he turned his face away, and drank the wine.

"Hahaha……"

Wuxin laughed loudly, without the attitude of the suzerain before sunset.

Yan Shisan slapped the table down, "You're laughing!"

"It can't be done, it can't be done, this little monk laughed to death..."

"Humph!"

Yan Shisan snorted coldly, looked sideways and said, "Long Peng, Dongfang Bubai once told me that there is a great master of swordsmanship on Mount Hua."

Long Peng came back to his senses, "You mean Feng Qingyang?"

"Correct!"

Yan Shisan stroked the sword on the table, "I want to compete with him, I can feel that No.14 sword is coming soon..."

Just as Long Peng opened his mouth to speak, the standing crow couldn't help shouting. "Three adults, can we chat for a while, the villain can't hold it..."

The three of them looked at the crow in unison, their eyes were burning like torches, their faces were expressionless, and they looked very scary.

The crow froze, with a mournful face, and the things in his arms fell to the ground, with a look of hopelessness.

"You go on, you go on..."

"Puchi-"

Wu Xin couldn't help laughing, stood up and put the food in the crow's arms on the table, "I think it's still the four of us on the day of parting, right?"

The crow gave a thumbs up with a look of admiration.

"Sect Master Ye has a good memory, a good memory! As expected of the Sect Master of Tianwaitian, he is really amazing, with a kind face and a kind heart, unlike some people who will make me work and eat ready-made."

Long Peng and Yan Shisan, who were originally smiling, froze their smiles.

"Yan Shisan, is he talking about you?"

"I'm talking about you."

"saying you."

"you."

"you."

……

"Aiya...don't leave you alone."

With a smile on his face, Wuxin stretched out his arms and put them on the shoulders of the two, "He's talking about you two."

Yan Shisan removed the hand that was on his shoulder unintentionally, with a cold expression on his face, "Crow, who were you talking about just now?"

Crow's eyes wandered, and he shrank back, "I didn't say anything just now, Mr. Yan, I guess you are an errand, yes, you are an errand."

"Yan Shisan, is it because I haven't taken the medicine from Immortal Baicao and have something wrong with my ears?"

"You're not much better."

Yan Shisan glanced at Long Peng and continued drinking.

"Oh, don't be angry, let's drink, drink..."

Wuxin threw a jar of wine to the crow, then raised the jar, "Come, I respect you!"

Yan Shisan raised the wine jar, "Monk of wine and meat."

Long Peng also raised the wine jar, "Not serious."

"I...you...hahaha..."

Wuxin laughed a few times, "Yes, I am an unscrupulous wine and meat monk, come, drink!"

The crow drank a few sips of wine, looked at the three people talking happily, rolled their eyes cunningly, took out a pen and paper from his arms, and muttered in his heart, "Three demons sit at the same table, this manuscript is written Going out, I can make a lot of money again, hahaha... cool!!"

(End of this chapter)