I have a role in the heavens

Although Zhao Min knew that there was nothing he could do against Yuan Hui, but thinking about the other secret agents he had arranged, he couldn't help but gain confidence. Although there was nothing he could do about this evil monk, the others were not so difficult to deal with.

Yuan Hui looked at the Meng Yuan masters who had no fighting spirit, and then felt relieved. As long as she held back the group of masters recruited by Yuan Ting, it would be the greatest help to the Mingjiao and the six major sects below.

"Princess Princess, would you like to enjoy this great show that you personally planned with me!"

Yuan Hui knew that Zhao Min had often made small moves in recent years to sow discord between the Ming Cult and the six major sects.

The current reputation of Mingjiao is so bad. On the one hand, it is because most of the people in Mingjiao are arrogant and do both good and evil things. In addition, the golden lion king kills innocent people indiscriminately in the world, and the green-winged bat king Wei Yixiao sucks human blood alive. For this reason, on the other hand, it was inevitable that Zhao Min and others secretly instigated the frame-up and attacked people on both sides. Since the two sides were hostile, they naturally would not confront each other, so this led to everyone in the Ming Cult calling for beatings.

This time the six major sects besieged Guangmingding. On the surface, it was Master Jue who initiated it. In fact, it was secretly instigated by Zhao Min and his group. Master Jue was just blinded by hatred, so she easily defeated Zhao Min and Cheng Kun. Wish to provoke this war between good and evil.

Zhao Min felt awe-struck when he heard Yuan Hui's greeting. He made arrangements secretly, and it seemed that he did not hide it from the monk in front of him.

However, Zhao Min didn't understand that Yuan Hui clearly knew that it was his own scheme that caused the six major sects to besiege Guangmingding. Since he knew it, why didn't he stop it? Could it be that he also hated the Ming Cult so much that he just went along with it.

Zhao Min remembered that the monk Kong Jian seemed to have died in the hands of the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun of the Ming Cult. He couldn't help but feel reassured. It seemed that this monk would not stop him from destroying the Ming Cult. After all, his mentor died in the hands of the Ming Cult. .

Zhao Min's psychological activities at this time were easily sensed by Yuan Hui. Fang Hui knew that he was not good at tactics, so he opened up his other mind at this time. He sensed the speculation in Zhao Min's heart and shook his head involuntarily. .

"Princess, you guessed wrong. The young monk has never thought about destroying the Mingjiao. The reason why he just goes with the flow is because he hopes that the Mingjiao can be reborn from the ashes and the Phoenix Nirvana!"

"After all, the Mingjiao is the leader of all the rebel armies. It has always been the main force against Dayuan and cannot be destroyed!"

"Not only will I not destroy the Ming Cult, anyone who wants to deal with the Ming Cult is my enemy! Not even the Shaolin Temple!"

Yuan Hui made no secret of her purpose, nor did she hide that she could sense Zhao Min's thoughts.

"you!"

Zhao Min looked at Yuan Hui in surprise and pointed at Yuan Hui. He could actually hear his own voice wondering who this monk was, or whether he was not a human at all and was transformed into a demon.

Yuan Hui heard Zhao Min's thoughts and couldn't help but wrinkled her forehead. This woman was really too much. How could such a handsome monk like herself be a demon.

"Princess, the young monk is a human being, not a demon!"

Zhao Min was still dubious at first, but now he was sure that Yuan Hui could really hear his own voice. He couldn't help but doubt Yuan Hui's identity even more. How could anyone hear other people's voices.

"This is the spiritual power of Buddhism. This little monk is not talented, but he has a little understanding of Buddhism's magical power!"

Yuan Hui despaired of women's thoughts and logic. He was really not the same creature as women and could not understand their logic. He could only helplessly reveal the means by which he could hear other people's thoughts.

"Buddhism has a clear mind. How can such a lie be true?"

As a Mongolian dignitary, Zhao Min has of course heard of the Six Great Magical Powers of Buddhism. Tibetan Tantric Buddhism has close ties with Mongolian high-level officials. Both Jinlun Dharma King and Basiba have served as national teachers of Mongolia, but they have never practiced Buddhism. He has magical powers, so Zhao Min always thought that Buddhist magical powers were a trick to deceive believers and preach.

“Just because I’ve never seen it before, doesn’t mean it’s fake!”

Yuan Hui looked at Zhao Min with a solemn and sincere expression that made people believe his words.

Zhao Min knew that although this monk sometimes pretended to be crazy, he never concealed himself in every word he said, so she nodded in belief.

"Thank you, Princess, for your trust!"

Yuan Hui saluted and nodded to Zhao Min.

Cheng Kun listened carefully to Yuan Hui's words, his heart was awe-inspiring, and he immediately controlled his distracting thoughts. His many years of hiding in Shaolin were finally not in vain. He had learned some skills in meditation, and he naturally knew some meditation methods to eliminate them. Her own distracting thoughts made it impossible for Yuan Hui to hear his hidden thoughts.

Cheng Kun tried his best to keep his mind clear of distracting thoughts, and fell into a state where his heart was like a dry well, calm and calm. This is the Buddhism's dry well Zen, which allows the human body to understand the mystery of the transformation of life and death. Cheng Kun's six roots are impure and his anger is too heavy. Until now, I have only been able to understand a little Zen, but I have never understood the mystery between life and death. I can be regarded as a typical person who picked up sesame seeds and lost the watermelon, buying a coffin and returning a pearl.

Yuan Hui shook her head, ignoring Cheng Kun's thoughts and sensing Zhao Min's psychology again.

"This little monk is a few years older than me. He is so tender and his skin is so white. I really want to touch it. Can practicing Qigong keep people young forever?"

Since Zhao Min knew that Fang Hui could listen to his own voice, in order to prevent his secret intentions from being discovered by Fang Hui, he could only think randomly and keep thinking about trivial matters, which had reached the point where he could hide his thoughts from Fang Hui.

Yuan Hui couldn't help but a black line hung on her face. What was this woman thinking? Seeing Zhao Min constantly looking at her exposed skin, Yuan Hui unconsciously tightened her monk's robe. If a woman plays tricks, Yuan Hui has heard this sentence before, but now he finally understands it.

It's a pity that the monk's robe on Yuan Hui's body has been torn in the fight just now, and it really doesn't cover her body. Even if Yuan Hui tightens it, it can't cover her body.

Zhao Min looked at the cautious Yuan Hui and smiled inwardly. It seemed that the monk was a little afraid of him. Could it be that he was afraid of himself because he had never experienced love between men and women?

When Zhao Min thought of this, he became even more bold and bold. Just now he was secretly looking at her, but now he was staring unscrupulously at Yuan Hui's chest.

Yuan Hui frowned and felt a little helpless. Although he knew what Zhao Min was thinking, he still felt overwhelmed. He really didn't have any good ideas when the woman started acting like a rogue.

"It's a pity that you are such a handsome monk. If you are willing to return to secular life, I really want to join hands with you for the rest of my life!"

Zhao Min teased Yuan Hui, although it was a joke, but Zhao Min discovered that this monk was really the most handsome man he had ever seen, and he was not a pretty boy either. He had powerful abilities and profound strength. It was a pity that he was a monk, otherwise he would still be a monk. Really a good match.

Zhao Min shook his head. He was just teasing Yuan Hui and trying to disturb his mood, but after all, there was still an imperceptible seed that took root in his heart.