The Heavenly Venerate of the Great Antiquity

"Look, look, that monk actually wears a green hat! Hahaha, it's so funny!"

"That's right, there's that white horse, the hair is so pure, it must be a pure-blooded snow-riding BMW, and it's definitely worth more than ten thousand gold!"

"The female donor on the white horse is beautiful! She is even more beautiful than the female donor of the Yichun Tower at the foot of the mountain!"

The little monks were lying on the low wall of the temple, watching several people discuss their opinions and chat.

"These monks are so annoying!" Chang'e is a tender-faced woman. Being commented by so many unruly monks, she was suddenly annoyed, her pretty face was sullen, and her face instantly turned cold.

"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die!" Seeing his beloved wife being angry, Ye Chen was even more angry in his heart. With a slight wave of his sleeve robe, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the originally good temple wall was blown to the ground.

"Ah, where did the strange wind come from!"

"Fall down, down!"

"Run!"

"Ah, my leg is crushed! Help me!"

"No, Zhenhui is being held back! Hurry up and call the host!"

After being disturbed by Ye Chen like this, all the monks were in chaos, and they didn't care about the Tang monk who was standing at the door of the temple and was about to knock on the door.

As for Ye Chen and Chang'e, the two just sneered, these monks are used to talking, this is just a lesson, if it wasn't for Chang'e's soft heart, Ye Chen would have killed him.

He's not a soft-hearted person.

After a while, a man wearing a gem-studded Pilu square hat, an emerald knitted sweater, walking on eight-treasure cauldron shoes, a staff with cloud and purple patterns embedded in his left hand, and a cat-eye Zen bead in purple, green, red and yellow agate in his right hand, his face was full of wrinkles. , The old monk with folded skin, cloudy eyes, dangling golden teeth in his mouth, and a hunched back was invited out of the temple.

Ye Chen looked at the other party's decoration and almost laughed.

If you put a gold chain on your neck, you will be a nouveau riche!

Tsk tsk, just this body, I am afraid that without [-] taels of silver, it is impossible to buy it.

"What's going on? What's going on?" The old monk saw that the temple wall was falling down, his eyes widened with anger, and he shouted sharply. . .

"Uh, back to the host, it was Junior Brother Zhenhui who climbed the temple wall without authorization, and this caused the temple wall to collapse!" A monk dressed in the same gorgeous chief executive folded his hands together and said boldly.

He was the one who led the crowd just now, but now someone needs to be responsible, and naturally he can't lose himself.

Amitabha, Junior Brother Zhenhui, I have wronged you, and my uncle will remember your goodness.

Zhenhui just broke his leg, not deaf. Seeing that his uncle put all the responsibility on himself, while the other brothers and sisters looked at each other with concern, he knew that he could not escape the black pot.

Zhenhui was instantly suffocated, she didn't catch her breath, her head tilted, and she fainted.

"Hey, take him to the firewood room first, and you will go down the mountain to find his uncle tomorrow. I haven't filled the temple with incense for so long. Let him fill the incense and take this wicked beast out of the way!"

The old monk looked at Zhenhui, who had passed out on the ground, and instructed.

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Chapter four hundred and seventieth strange wind [first]

"Yuantong will do it now, I promise to solve it tomorrow!" Comrade Yuantong, who was wearing a cassock, folded his hands, and led someone to drag Zhenhui, who had fallen on the ground, to the firewood room.

"They, they are..." Chang'e was stunned as she stared at everything in front of her, and was instantly stunned.

"Hmph, Buddhism is just like that!" Ye Chen looked on coldly and said loudly.

"Which Shuzi, dare to blaspheme my Guanyin Temple!" The old monk was dazzled, but his ears were not deaf. Hearing Ye Chen's voice, he immediately said angrily.

"Master, it's a Zen guest outside the door!" A clever little monk said quickly, taking the opportunity to attract the old monk's attention to Ye Chen, causing disaster to Dongshui.

"Hmph, let's see, who is the yellow-mouthed child!" The old monk slammed the cane in his hand on the ground, with a dog-like chest, and walked towards the door with small steps.

This old monk relies on the old to sell the old, and Ye Chen is naturally not afraid. He hugs Chang'e, kicks the belly of the white dragon horse with both legs, and reins the prancing horse.

The white dragon horse stepped back and turned into a white horse. Under the watchful eyes of all the monks, it went straight across the door plaque that read "Guan 220 Yin Chan Yuan" and entered the temple.

The white dragon horse was also clever, and when it crossed the temple gate, a gust of wind blew the door plaque of "Guanyin Temple" to the ground.

Immediately, the door plaque with the red background painted in gold fell to the dust and fell in front of the door, startling Tang Sanzang who was standing at the door.Quickly jumped out of the body to avoid this flying accident.

"Bah!"

The four white hooves of the white dragon and horse transformed by the little white dragon stepped on the bluestone floor of the Guanyin Temple, making a crisp sound.

The position of the horse is also very clever, it just happened to land next to the old host, and the white horse's snort just landed on the old host's face, spraying the horse's snot on the old guy's face.

Ye Chen hugged Chang'e, sat on the white dragon horse, looked down, looked at the old host, dressed as a nouveau riche with disdain, and said contemptuously, "It's me, the yellow-mouthed child, why, you old man. Do you have an opinion, boy?"

Ye Chen's voice was very calm, without any emotional ups and downs, but it stuck in the hearts of the monks like a cold arrow, and in line with the scene of the Ma Yue Temple (bbcj) just now, no one could react to it in an instant.

Some monks were shocked, some were angry, some were unbelievable, but no one dared to answer Ye Chen.

The two of them, one horse, shocked the whole temple.

Sun Monkey watched this scene, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, the golden cudgel was turned upside down in his hands, the monkey's hair was trembling, and he was overjoyed.

"Senior brother, this B outfit is like six! My old grandson has to learn a little bit, and I will try it when I get a chance!" Wukong followed Ye Chen for a long time. The driver, Ye Chen's moment made the monkey feel handsome.

"You!" In the end, after a long while, the old monk was the first to react, pointing at Ye Chen, his fingers trembling, his whole body was in a hurry, and finally he only said one sentence, but said nothing. fainted.