The Monk

Chapter 637 Fu Kong was injured

We were all old acquaintances, so Zhang Bin stretched out his right hand and said in a low voice, asking the great monk to come in. The great monk nodded and entered Fei'a, and asked: "Where are you going? Are you running in such a hurry, something happened?" It was because Fei'ing was running too fast that he caught his attention, so he flew up to check and saw that it was Zhang Ai, who had gotten along well before. I have helped myself, so I came here and asked him. If something happens to him, I can help him appropriately if I can.

Zhang Ai bowed slightly and said, "I've seen Master Miaofa." Feiya didn't slow down and continued running towards the south.

The fat monk asked: "Something happened?" Zhang Ping said: "No, why did Master come to the Eastern Continent?"

Miaofa is the abbot of Hefang Temple in the Holy Kingdom. He is the only monk in the temple. His favorite thing to do is the same as Zhang Wen, and he likes to help poor people. It was also because of these common people that they owed Zhang Afraid a favor.

Miaofa said: "It's not easy to tell you when I'm chasing someone; why are you flying so fast when nothing happens?"

Zhang Ping said: "I'm anxious to go back to the mountain. Master, if you are free, can you please go sit on the mountain? You can also see the scenery of the Eastern Continent."

"What's there to see? It's not like that. I've seen the light these days, but I can just go and sit there. There's nothing wrong anyway." The fat monk has a good personality and is easy to get along with. He then said: "The three of us advanced together. They are amazing. I admire them. admire."

Zhang Ping said quietly: "The price is too high." The price for him to be able to reach the top level is indeed too high. The big tiger is gone and he is what he is now.

Miaofa smiled softly and said nothing. Buddhists and monks pursue different goals, so their understanding will naturally be biased.

After two days of this, I returned to Tianlei Mountain and stopped directly at the main peak of Tianlei Mountain. I looked around and found that the two magic circles were still functioning. There were many people practicing in the Qi Refining Disciple Training Ground in the distance, and even more people were meditating in their own quiet rooms. Song Yunyi and others were safe and sound. Only a few groups of mountain patrol disciples ran around the main peak every now and then. They can't fly, so if they give up the rest of the Tianlei Mountains, it's just empty land and empty houses anyway. So what if they are occupied by others? What Zhang is afraid of is people.

However, among the familiar atmosphere there were more than thirty unfamiliar atmospheres. Most of them were junior foundation-building monks and a few Qi-refining disciples. This group of people gathered behind the archway halfway up the mountain. There used to be many shops there, allowing low-level disciples to buy and sell low-level magic weapons, pills and other items. No one is setting up stalls now, and the houses on both sides of the street have been renovated and temporarily occupied.

In front of that group of people were two Black War disciples, and behind each of them were fifteen Li Zhan disciples, who stood back a hundred meters away.

His spiritual consciousness swept over him, and although he didn't know where those people came from, their cultivation was too low to pose any major problems. He reached out to Master Miaofa and said, "Please." He wanted to take him to the main hall of Tianlei Mountain.

Miaofa said: "Don't bother me. I don't want to know anyone. Just take me for a walk."

Zhang Ping said: "Okay, let's go wandering with the master for a while." The wandering he mentioned was just wandering around in the mountains and forests. After walking a few hills, Miaofa said: "The scenery is nice." But his heart was not in the mountain scenery at all, and he continued: "Have you seen any strange Buddhists recently?"

Zhang Ping said: "I have seen Chengji from your Holy Kingdom."

The fat monk heard him say that he had seen it before, and he concentrated his attention. Then he heard that it was from the Holy Kingdom, and his expression became a little solemn. When he heard the word Chengji, there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he asked: "What does it look like?"

"About the same height as Bu Kong, better looking than Bu Kong, barefoot and wearing white monk robes, he is very clean." Could something have happened? Zhang was afraid of doubts in his heart.

After hearing Cheng Ji's appearance clearly, the fat monk breathed a sigh of relief and was a little disappointed. After a while, he said again: "There was a scandal in the Buddhist cultivator in the Holy Kingdom. There were so many people just now that it was difficult to explain it clearly. Your cultivation level has reached the state of enlightenment. If we meet in the future, A middle-aged, skinny monk with a sad expression on his face hoped to help me keep him for a while. "As he spoke, he condensed a colorless and transparent bead out of thin air, handed it to Zhang Ain and said, "This bead can replace the Buddha's sound. As long as I crush it, I will be sensed immediately no matter where I am, and I will arrive soon within 10,000 miles. If I haven’t appeared within 20 days, you don’t have to wait any longer and can leave on your own.”

Zhang Ain took the ball and looked at it. After putting it away, he asked, "What happened?"

"Fu Kong was injured by him," the fat monk said.

"What?" Zhang Ao was suddenly shocked: "Bu Kong is known as the most capable monk in Daxiong Temple, how could he be injured? Is it a sneak attack? Assassination?"

Miao Fa nodded: "We were chasing the ghost disciples. Yuantong and Bu Kong were in a group. They took advantage of their unpreparedness and launched a sneak attack. Bu Kong was seriously injured and fell into a coma. Thanks to the Buddha's automatic savior, he temporarily saved his life. It is said that all his cultivation was lost. Only I am hanging on with my breath, dead or alive, alas, now I am recovering from my injuries in Daxiong Temple." The great monk would also sigh.

"What?" The previous sentence was surprise, and this sentence was shock. Zhang Ain asked loudly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and asked: "Yuantong is a Buddhist? How can he kill people who share the same path?"

Miaofa smiled bitterly and said: "He is thinking about the step-by-step lotus." The step-by-step lotus is the moon-white monk's robes that Fu Kong wears. It is a Buddhist treasure made from Buddha lotus. It is extremely miraculous. Zhang Tianfang's heart was damaged that day, and he saw that Bu Zhi, the Buddha saved his life.

Zhang Ain asked again: "Can't he be saved even if the lotus grows step by step?" The fat monk said: "Fortunately, there is a Buddha treasure to hang his life for him, otherwise he would have died long ago."

Zhang was afraid of the secret hatred in his heart and remembered this name: "He came to the Eastern Continent?"

Miaofa said: "He was injured by Fu Kong, but he was also injured by Bubu Shenglian. Fu Kong was injured. Master Tian knew it immediately and stopped even pursuing the ghost disciples. He pursued him with several golden arhats, only to be surprised. Take Yuantong." He looked at Zhang Ao and asked, "Do you know him? I have no time to go to Daxiong Temple to see him. This matter has nothing to do with me, but that guy is also thinking about my Buddha's golden bowl. I am a monk. I am pure and wary of people. Although I always do good things, I will be cautious when dealing with any cultivator, including you. I was wary. Yuantong naturally failed in the sneak attack and ran eastward. Although I was angry, I was still cautious. I was too lazy to pay attention to such a despicable villain, but in the future, news came that he had killed many people, including demons and Buddhists. At this time, news came from the Holy City that three ghost disciples were found fleeing eastward, so I chased him. , I wanted to check Yuantong’s whereabouts by the way, but, alas, what can I do on my own, I didn’t find any of the four of them, but luckily I met you.”

After hearing the fat monk explain the whole situation, Zhang Ain asked, "It's been almost a year since Fu Kong was injured?" From the Holy Kingdom to the Eastern Continent, there is a huge desert in between, and it would take half a year to walk even if you go quickly.

Miaofa said: "Absolutely. Yuantong used to be very hidden, and his scowl looked like he was pitying the world. This time the assassination of Fu Kong failed, and he probably won't pretend anymore." As far as Miaofa is concerned, Fu Kong has been injured, and it doesn't matter how long it takes. No matter how short it was, all he could do was recuperate. It was no longer important. What was important now was to find Yuantong and get rid of him.

Zhang Ain thought about it and asked: "Master said that he killed all the people to get the treasure, and asked me to release the news that there was a treasure to lure him here?"

Miaofa shook his head: "Why do you think so much? I mean, if you are powerful enough, you can send people everywhere to find out the traces of Yuantong. Don't you have a mountain? And more than two thousand disciples."

The two of them had a different thought, but the method of luring the snake out of its hole might be worth a try. Zhang Pang planned to ask again, but the fat monk said directly: "He is not a dog. If you give him a piece of meat, he will pounce on him. It doesn't matter if you have many magic weapons. You have many magic weapons." He also has to consider whether he can get close to you and whether he can kill you. Alas, such a scumbag appears in Buddhism, which makes me feel ashamed. "

Zhang Wen knew that Miao Fa was right and said to himself: "There have been a lot of things lately, one after another. A top-level master still has so many things to deal with. What can ordinary people do? Several things are coming one after another. The Jin family was in the most difficult situation for him. The ghost disciples appeared, and the ghost emperor might have come after Zhang Tianfang. Not only was he injured again, but he also wanted to find a bastard monk named Yuantong. "Speaking of Yuantong, he remembered Cheng Ji by the way and asked." Master, do you know Master Chengji?”

Miaofa shook his head: "I've never heard of this name."

"He said that he studied at Daxiong Temple." Zhang Ping said.

"So what about Daxiong Temple? It is also a place for worshiping Buddha. The temple exists for Buddha. Without this purpose, it is nothing." The fat monk was unwilling to talk about Daxiong Temple.

He didn't want to say it, but Zhang was afraid but couldn't think about it. What were the Buddhists from the Holy Kingdom doing here? Is it just to kill ghost disciples? Rao returned to the previous question and said: "I have more than 2,000 disciples, and 1,500 of them are related to ghost disciples. The masters of their sect practice the method of ghost refining. Those people were killed by me. These low-level disciples are not guilty of death. He brought them back to guard the mountain gate to give them a chance. Now is the time to strictly discipline them and they cannot go down the mountain easily. "

"Amitabha, the donor is very kind." Miaofa said. Zhang was afraid that he could not cast a wide net to track down Yuantong's news, so Miaofa did not force it, and continued: "In that case, I will take my leave. If the donor sees Yuantong, please tell him in time."

Zhang was afraid of the courtesy, so the fat monk went up the mountain just to find a secluded place to talk to him about Yuantong. After all, if a bad person suddenly appeared in Buddhism, the whole Buddhism would be shamed. He didn't want to publicize it too much.

After Miao Fa left, Zhang Ai came to the Shanmen Archway. Thirty-six young people stood respectfully on the street. In front of them were two black warriors, and a hundred meters away were thirty strong warriors, standing tall and full of energy. These people are very satisfied with their current situation. They were originally on the verge of death because of their sins, but suddenly they were favored by their master. They recruited many disciples and were given top-quality equipment. All they had to do every day was train. They were very grateful to Zhang Ai.

Seeing Zhang Ao walking through the archway and onto the long street, the two black warriors and thirty Li Zhan immediately became energetic and shouted: "Meet the Master." The thirty-two people all bowed to Zhang Ao.

Zhang Weijing was also startled by them. Why are they making such loud noises? Moreover, they are all my disciples? He said softly: "Get up." Thirty-two people responded loudly, holding their heads high again, fearing that they would not be impressive enough and lose face.

Zhang Ai asked: "Who are they?" Where is Xindao Ruiyuan? Isn't it his responsibility to take care of these things?

A Heizhan loudly replied: "Master, these thirty-six people want to become disciples. Chief Rui has ordered them to stay here temporarily until Master returns to the mountain to discuss with him before making any plans."