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Chapter 222 Monks and Taoists

"Benefactor Zhao, it's probably not a good thing to be so murderous."

A sound of Buddha's voice came from behind. The young master surnamed Zhao heard the sound and went away. He saw a white horse kicking towards him. On the horse's back, a handsome monk sat as tall and motionless as Mount Tai.

The white horse was leisurely, with its tail swaying, its hooves unhurried, stepping into the group of scorpions, and the group of scorpions scattered like a mouse seeing a cat.

"A monk from White Horse Temple?" Mr. Zhao's face was dark and uncertain. With his skill, he couldn't tell the depth of this monk, so he was a little more cautious in his heart.

"The grievances and grievances between me and the Buddhist sect have nothing to do with your White Horse Temple."

"That's absurd." The monk raised his head and smiled warmly, "Buddhism all over the world comes from the same source, so naturally, monk, I can't just ignore death."

"That depends on whether you have such ability!" Mr. Zhao is not easy to get along with, and he will not retreat just because this monk is unpredictable. He has always acted from beginning to end.The Tiantai Temple was invaded overnight under his plan, but Guangming and others were still living outside, so of course he would kill the grass and root out with his temperament.

Between the words, he flew forward first, holding the qi in his hand as strong as the tide of the sea, and the qi formed an eggshell-shaped arc almost extending to both sides with his palm as the central point.

The monk riding the white horse had a calm face, but just shook his head, when the surging wind like a wave of palm force reached him, he suddenly lifted his finger and hit the middle of the left palm of Mr. Zhao.

Originally, the strong wind swept across as if it was real, but under the calm finger of the monk, it all collapsed, and the energy quickly became chaotic uncontrollably.

Withdrawing and returning, the young master surnamed Zhao left the little bruise in his palm, and his complexion was even more ugly.

"Is it the one-finger Vajra method of the 72 skills of Buddhism?" He felt a little lingering in his heart. If this finger was not tapped on his palm, but on the center of his eyebrows, it would be enough to directly penetrate his body's protective qi, and he would give it away. I fell into the underworld myself.

His realm has stabilized in the half-step Dharmakaya realm, so what should this young monk do?The realm of Kaiyang?

The monk was still indifferent, even though he had secured the advantage, he didn't intend to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, he just chanted "Amitabha", and immediately lowered his eyebrows and said:
"Benefactor Zhao, I just want to persuade you here."

"I also hope that you can send a message to the old man: I don't want to pursue the matter of Tiantai Temple, but everything will stop here, and all past grievances and grievances will be wiped out."

"If you are really obsessed with obsession and want to test the majesty of my Buddhism, you must know. My Buddha is merciful, but there are times when he looks angry at the Vajra!"

The young master surnamed Zhao was startled, he took a deep look at the white horse monk, and immediately saluted, "I'm Zhao Zhilin, dare to ask the eminent monk's Dharma name."

"The name of the little monk is Daoyi."

"I'll make a note of it." Zhao Zhilin withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked away, and then the green-robed man went to take the green-robed old Xie away.

Guangming looked at the Daoyi monk and did not speak for a while.

This monk looks young, but he has a very high seniority.

Wisdom is pure, morality is perfect; the truth is like the vast sea, and the stillness shines on the ordinary.
He is even two generations higher than Monk Yuanrong.

But he still had resentment in his heart, thinking that all his families in Tiantai Temple were slaughtered when he was a Buddhist sect, but the monk in front of him turned the chapter with a light sentence.

No matter who puts this breath, it will not be swallowed.

Monk Daoyi got off his horse, and only glanced at Guangming, then frowned slightly. He didn't take the latter's impoliteness to heart, and just pointed a finger on Guangming's chest.

With a finger, there is also a vast amount of true energy, which then pours into Guangming's body, slightly relieving his internal injuries.

"You follow me back to the White Horse Temple. In the future, you will practice in the White Horse Temple. The Buddha's heart still needs to be experienced."

Guang Ming moved his cheeks, obviously wanting to say something, but he could not say it after all.

Yuan Fang also stepped forward to salute, and he did it like a junior.

Although this monk is young, but his seniority is such that he will not lose the reputation of the Six Doors.

"That old man Zhuge did teach a good apprentice." Monk Daoyi glanced at him lightly and then said casually.

"Of the five great aristocratic families, it is his Zhuge family that is quite nourishing."

Yuan Fang didn't know how to answer the words, he just lowered his head and smiled wryly.

After waiting for a while, Yuan Fang bit the bullet and asked Monk Daoyi to check on Chu Sheng's situation.

A certain person's face is turning purple and turning green at the moment, and his aura is faint, the situation is really extremely bad.

His eyes fell, and there was a strange light in Monk Daoyi's eyes, but he did not refuse after all.

But even though he has profound martial arts skills, it is still quite troublesome if he is not professionally qualified.

After thinking about it for a while, the monk passed through a piece of Buddhist essence to help Chu Sheng calm down a little, and then looked at the dilapidated old Taoist priest again.

"Old rascal, you sit here and watch the clouds roll up and roll, and you are looking at yourself leisurely."

The old Taoist smiled, and shouted unceremoniously: "Little monk, don't mock me here."

"Aren't you one of the eight Buddhist sects? That's why the Buddhist chanting sect is in danger. That's why you came here on your white horse. It's just that you are late every time, and you didn't catch up this time." The old Taoist man said with a complacency. Color, "I caught up with you, old Taoist. Tiantai Temple suffered a disaster overnight, and those who died were completely white."

While saying proudly, the veteran finally moved his precious ass away from the bench and walked slowly over.

"On the way, I also met Fengzhu and Shouzhu. Tsk tsk, they are still so bad-tempered, and I can't get half of the shade from me. And I insist on going to Tiantai Temple. "As he said, he had already come to Chu Sheng's side, and while stretching out his fingers to feel Chu Sheng's pulse, he looked at Monk Daoyi's darkened face with great interest, showing his yellow teeth with a smile, "What you left behind The three masters guarded the bead for you, and now two of them have gone, and there is only one person left, the formation cannot be completed, and it is difficult to think about it."

Monk Daoyi's face twitched a bit, but he finally let out a long sigh, and he was quite tolerant. He just spread his hands and said, "It's God's will. It's hard to violate human life, and I won't force it."

"If you arrived three or two days earlier, wouldn't it be okay?" The old Taoist hated the young monk's way of putting everything away to God's will, and said, "Back then we made an appointment to debate with that famous Confucian scholar, Mr. Deqing, but he On Confucianism, I talked about Daoism, and we talked for two days and one night. We were exhausted, so you came late and took advantage of it to win. You have never corrected this stinking problem."

"You didn't arrive until all the dust settled, but it wasn't that the daylilies were cold." The old Taoist sneered and said, "As far back as the red-clothed girl, and the three-way debate This is the case, and today’s Tai Temple is the same.”

"Speaking of which, when I was an old Taoist, I was very optimistic about you two, but if you, a monk, hadn't been so late and betrayed others, this would have led to such a bad relationship. Now Tiantai Temple is responsible for this karma, and the result You came late again, Tiantai Temple is almost dead, and this monk is the only one left."

"You said, you monk, is it because you feel guilty?"

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If it was said that Monk Yi was able to maintain a calm demeanor just now, this person was really helpless, wishing to roll up his sleeves and give this rundown old man a fist.

How can those old things of the past be mentioned in front of juniors everywhere?

Besides, you Taoist priest matched me up with a monk, and you still have the face to say it.

Bah, this is a troublesome thing, really shameless.

This old way is really bad.

But Monk Daoyi still has face after all, even if he was too embarrassed, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and laugh, and changed the subject:
"If you don't shoot again, this kid will really die."

"If you die, you die. What are you going to do with my old way?" The shabby old way muttered, but his eyes kept looking at Chu Sheng, obviously not as relaxed as he said.

"Heh, this kid is probably practicing Daoist Kungfu?" Monk Daoyi had passed a burst of zhenqi before, so he naturally knew it clearly in his heart.

"From this point of view, he and your Taoist sect should have some fate. If you don't accept it, then I will not be polite as a monk. I have lived a few lifetimes for such a person with chaotic nature, and I am also a monk. It's really rare. Everything in the world has a direction, and people like you and me can speculate by looking at the sky and pinching our fingers."

"But this kid's secrets are chaotic, and the people who have karma with him are all unpredictable. Even if there is no fixed number, there are thousands of possibilities. A good relationship is always beneficial and harmless."

After the monk said something, the expression on the old Taoist's face immediately became stinky, and he probed with a little anger.

The most powerful one, which can be sensed immediately, is naturally the true qi trained in Taoist exercises.

This is actually the true qi practiced by Zixia's magical skill, that is, Hunyuan Kungfu.

There is another burst of true energy, which hides extremely deep, ethereal and unpredictable, even the old Taoists can't control it.

It's just what I perceive, but there is a bit of Confucian righteousness in it.

This is a numerology zhenqi derived from Zhao Keman and Huying.

In addition, he naturally felt that there was a Buddhism Vajra True Qi in Chu Sheng's body, which was unmovable. No matter how he chased it with Taoist True Qi, he could not drive it away or leave it.

It was his turn to turn dark.

"You are really an unethical Dao Yi monk, and you Buddhists also want to steal the fate of my Taoist sect. The more you live, the more you go back, the more shameless you become."

The monk is young, but he is really thick-skinned. Hearing this, he just shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and the old man just didn't get angry.

After carefully exploring the situation, the old man went back and picked up his broken basket. After rummaging around, he found a gourd. After removing the cork, a pungent and choking smell wafted out of it.

"Let's just use this." The old Taoist was very confused on his face, and he took a sniff, full of reluctance.

"That's all." With a slap on his thigh, the old Taoist put the cork on the bottle, and threw it to Yuan Fang who was beside him. The latter caught it instinctively with a confused look on his face.

Maybe it’s because it doesn’t hurt if you don’t see your eyes and don’t bother your heart. The old Taoist turned his head away with a long sigh, and said to himself: "Old Taoist, I have traveled all over the nineteen states, and I have saved a few gourds through hard work, so I went to one."

I also thought of the young monk whose skin was thicker than the city wall, but he had to bleed so much after only giving out a period of Buddhist vajra true energy to get involved in this fate.
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Turning around, he happened to see Yuan Fang holding a gourd and about to pour it into the boy's mouth. The old man immediately jumped to stop him, his eyes wide open.

"Are you afraid that he won't die fast enough?"

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"Aren't you going to drink it?"

A shaved head was placed on Yuan Fang's head, but this old Taoist priest was still confident, and he was an old guy, with old arms and legs
Yuan Fang glanced at it twice, and resolutely endured it.

"You can't see with those eyes?" The old man pointed angrily at the two flying flags on his basket.

".Does fortune telling count as palmistry?"

"Bah! It's the ancestral secret recipe of tumble wine!"

The corners of Yuan Fang's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that you, an old man, are really unscrupulous. While checking fortune and palm reading, you are selling the secret recipe of Dieda wine handed down from your ancestors.
Is this a bad situation?
"Huh!" The old Taoist flicked the old sleeve robe, "Before I entered the Taoist school, the old Taoist, three generations of my ancestors opened medical clinics, the most professional!"

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to mutter: "Don't think that monk is an upright person, this guy was a dandy before, he is not as old as I am an upright person."

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Seeing the expression on Monk Daoyi's face, Yuan Fang resolutely kept silent.

Since the old man said that it was Diedajiu, let's deal with it the same way as Diedajiu.

Sighing in his heart, Yuan Fang simply treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and he listened to the old Taoist's instructions, and freely applied medicinal wine to eight acupuncture points on Chu Sheng's body.

"Is this feasible?" Monk Daoyi suddenly asked.

As soon as he asked, the old Taoist jumped up and said angrily: "Monk, your major is not right, so I am an old Taoist?"

Between the words, he looked around for a while, just as he saw something, his eyes lit up, he stretched his five fingers away, and said in his mouth, "Come on!"

It's not something else, it's the giant scorpion Yaeyama who has an astonishing posture, but doesn't have any amazing performance, just a soy sauce.

The old Taoist spoke from a distance, and the palm had endless suction like a vortex, and the true energy in the world moved with his words and fingers. The giant scorpion stepped forward, but it was wrapped by the true energy, and it did not move forward. Retreating, a ravine was drawn on the ground, and it immediately fell in front of Old Dao.

Walking around the giant scorpion with his hands behind his back, the old Taoist clicked his lips, "This is a good thing, as expected, the two remote southern states of Chuzhou and Bingzhou can always produce some amazing poisons."

Yuan Fang only felt that the giant scorpion was something evil, so he asked: "Where is this?"

The old Taoist shook his head and said, "You are unprofessional."

"Old Taoist, my ancestors have opened medical clinics for three generations. It is best to soak some poison in this traumatic medicinal wine to be effective." He pointed at Yaeyama's struggling body while nodding his head, "Look at this The poisonous scorpion is as big as a wild boar, but it can make several large tanks of medicinal wine!"

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Come on, I didn't ask.

Yuan Fang couldn't stop complaining in his heart, but he saw that the old Taoist was still admiring the goodness of Yachong Mountain one moment, and stretched out his arms like firewood the next moment, easily breaking off the scorpion tail that could pierce gold and crack stones.

"Although Xiao Xiao from the Five Poison Sect is not worth mentioning, he is still somewhat skilled in poison art. At least this so-called 'three-inch piercing through the heart' poison, I have no way to cure it, and the medicinal wine is nothing but Delay the poison."

"However, the Five Poison Sect mostly uses insect poison as the basis of their techniques, so all things in the world will naturally drink and peck at them."

He raised his finger and lightly tapped Yaeshan, which was tossed by the severe pain, and the giant scorpion was silenced with just one finger.

"The three-inch green scorpion and the giant scorpion, Yaeshan, complement each other. The former is highly poisonous, but it is weak and perishable, and the largest is no more than three inches; while Yaeshan is huge, but the poison is not strong. My old guess, The solution of 'three inches piercing the heart' should be on the scorpion tail of Yae Mountain."

"Then how to solve it?"

"You ask me who am I asking?" The old Taoist's face was taken for granted, and he spread his hands with an innocent face.

Yuan Fang was confused again.
"The poison of the Five Poison Sect can only be cured by the people of the Five Poison Sect." Monk Daoyi finally reminded him.

Yuan Fang paused, then thought of someone, nodded and said, "In that case, I will take him to the poisonous doctor for a visit."

"My six sects have already investigated and learned that the poisonous poison doctor was the previous snake poison master of the Five Poisons Sect, and he even raised Mangu poisonous snakes in the poison doctor's valley. Presumably, he has a way to detoxify."

"Then let's go, let's go." The old Taoist turned his head away, and tapped Yaeshan's pair of pincers, obviously very interested, probably already trying to figure out how to brew this giant scorpion into medicinal wine.

But said that the green-robed Xie Lao, who had already settled down there, yelled at his subordinates with a straight face.

"Where's my Yaeyama?" The old guy was furious, if he hadn't broken his hands, he would be gesticulating right now.

"Where is the spicy Yaeyama?!"

(End of this chapter)