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Soon, four old monks appeared in the main hall.

They are really old, basically in their eighties.

One eyebrow is very long, but completely white, drooping at the corner of the eye.

One, with dark skin and wrinkled face, looks like an old farmer who has worked hard all his life.

A fat head and big ears, but kind-hearted.

One was as thin as a stick, with sharp eyes, hidden like a vajra glaring.

The four old monks are plainly dressed and each has its own appearance. It is obvious that they all comprehended the Dharma, turned it into their own use, and embarked on their own way to become a Buddha.

But even so, the four old monks looked around the hall, but they didn't find any ghosts or ghosts.

This made the four of them very crazy, unable to understand the disappearance of the Buddha's light.

"Hey, pure yang breath! Is this a Qimen monk?" The fat monk saw Wei Yang, and there was suspicion in his eyes.

The other three also looked over.

"This is the reincarnation of Lu Zu who appeared in Chunyang Palace recently. He is extremely senior. I thought he was lucky, but this body of mana is not easy." The monk with long eyebrows looked surprised, or a little shocked.

After all, nearly 500 years of Dao Xing mana is comparable to the accumulation of the power of some primordial spirits.

And this kid, he didn't have the Golden Condensation Pill yet.

Is this ambitious, wanting to condense the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir?

Chunyang Palace, this is another Lu Dongbin coming out!

"No, he's the only one here. Could it be that he was responsible for the disappearance of the Buddha's light?" The thin monk said suddenly, staring at Wei Yang sharply.

what!

As soon as these words came out, the other three monks were thoughtful.

"I'll ask."

After the fat monk finished speaking, he strode towards Wei Yang.

When he got close, he showed a gentle smile, which seemed to make people feel like a spring breeze, and he felt close to him.

This is the external manifestation of the Dharma, and it already has some Dharma-like abilities.

"Amitabha, the wise minister of the old monk, has seen Wei Zaichuan."

The fat-headed monk cut straight to the point and spoke directly.

Wei Yang sighed.

This re-transmission of Wei has almost become his name in Qimen.

Speaking of which, the first time he heard this, Wei Yang could tell that there was a sense of ridicule in it.

After all, after thousands of years, how shameless it is to become Lu Zu's second disciple?Basically, everyone is playing with one, two, three generations of inheritance, and when they meet each other, they can at most be called uncle and uncle, or even an old senior can use it.

In the end, a guy who appeared out of nowhere, even the person with the highest seniority in Qimen, would call him Patriarch when he saw him.

How is this still playing?

As a result, Wei Zaichuan's weird name appeared.

It means that we pinched our noses and recognized your identity, but wanting us to treat you as our patriarch is just a dream.

"Master Zhixiang, I have long admired you." Wei Yang responded with a smile.

This is the benefit of Lu Zu's disciples.

No matter how awesome or old you are, my seniority is here, so it is reasonable to call you by your name.

"Wei Zaichuan actually came to my Shaolin Temple, it really makes the Han Temple flourish." The fat-headed monk continued to exchange greetings.

There is no way, he is of a high seniority, and there is no conclusive evidence that Wei Yang destroyed the Buddha's light here, so he can't break the rules in the circle and be disrespectful to Wei Yang.

Wei Yang looked around and said with a smile, "It's really cold, much smaller than the Forbidden City."

The fat-headed monk had a dark face.

Let me be polite, why are you still finding fault?

"Wei Zaichuan, I don't know why you came to Bi Temple. Why didn't you notify me?" The fat-headed monk saw that Wei Yang was not talking well, so he decisively gave up the politeness and asked straight to the point.

Wei Yang said: "I have nothing to do, I just got bored at home, walked around, and before I knew it, I came to Shaolin Temple."

"Not to mention, Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a Buddhist treasure temple. It directly reveals miracles and fills the sky with golden light. I'm afraid it will be on the hot search soon."

The fat-headed monk said calmly: "Wei Zaichuan, don't worry, in our situation, it won't be on the hot searches."

"The Shaolin Temple really has energy." Wei Yang gave a thumbs up.

The fat-headed monk's face darkened: "This is the request and restriction of Zhenmasi, not the Shaolin Temple."

"Isn't it even more awesome to let the Zhenmagic Division endorse the Shaolin Temple and cover it up for you?" Wei Yang continued.

The fat-headed monk was silent.

What did I come to you to ask?

How did it get involved in the awesome topic of Shaolin Temple?

"Wei Zaichuan? Ming people don't speak dark words. I don't know what Wei Zaichuan thinks about the disappearance of the Buddha's light on my Shaolin Buddha statue?" At this time, the other three old monks found Wei Yang difficult.Monk Changmei stepped forward decisively and joined hands to besiege.

Wei Yang glanced at the long-browed monk: "Dare to ask the master?"

"The old man is wise."

"Master Zhihe, you made a mistake." Wei Yang said seriously.

The monk with long eyebrows was stunned: "Which sentence did I say wrong?"

Wei Yang said: "Naruto doesn't speak dark words, he speaks Japanese."

Monk with long eyebrows:? ? ?

"Nonsense." The fat monk is slick, and he even has the most dealings with the world. He still has some understanding of the current world situation.

Hearing Wei Yang's words, there were waves in his ancient well-smooth Buddha heart, and he couldn't help cursing a word from his hometown.

"Master Zhixiang, it seems that you are also an eminent monk, but you actually cursed people, you have broken the precept." Wei Yang looked distressed.

The fat monk's face was black.

This kid, let's talk about it, what does that look mean when you see your son doing something wrong and make you feel sad?Do you think that because you are senior, you can look at people with this kind of eyes?

"Amitabha, Wei Zaichuan, don't you explain something about the Buddha's light?" The third old monk stood up. It was the old farmer-like old monk. He asked directly without giving Wei Yang any nonsense.

Wei Yang sighed, looked helplessly at the third old monk and said, "Master, are you again?"

"Old Na Zhicheng."

"Master Zhicheng, you are wrong again. What does the Buddha's light in your Shaolin Temple have to do with me?" Wei Yang asked back.

The swarthy old monk said: "Why does Wei Zaichuan pretend not to know here? On my Shaolin Buddha statue, the Buddha's light has lost nearly four layers in an instant. This is the accumulation of thousands of years of incense in my Shaolin."

"The Buddha statue has changed, and the only one here is Wei Zaichuan."

Wei Yang looked at the swarthy old monk in shock, and was speechless with his mouth open.

The swarthy old monk said: "Wei passed it on again, but you have nothing to say?"

Wei Yang nodded, and sighed: "I really have nothing to say. It turns out that Buddhism is so noble that it distinguishes itself from others."

"Wei Zaichuan, what do you mean?" The swarthy old monk suddenly felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, and looked at Wei Yang suspiciously.

Wei Yang said: "You said there is only me here?"

The swarthy old monk nodded with a calm face.

After all, in this temple, Wei Yang is the only foreign practitioner.

There are some outside the temple, but they all know the basics, and some even rely on the Shaolin Temple to exist. How dare they tamper with the Shaolin Temple, they don't have the guts, and they don't have the strength.

Wei Yang said: "Isn't that obvious enough? In your eyes, only I am a human being, and the others are not? There are thousands of Buddhist believers inside and outside the temple, right? In the eyes of Buddhism, what are they? What? Shall I gather the crowd together and you tell them yourself?"

The swarthy old monk was stunned, his expression changed drastically, and he scolded: "Wei Zaichuan, don't talk nonsense, what I'm talking about now is about the Buddha's light, are you just a guilty conscience, deliberately telling the truth?"

Wei Yang pursed his lips and shook his head: "Have you become angry from embarrassment? Hey, sure enough, I shouldn't have come. I'm so disappointed, Shaolin eminent monk, but that's all. It's better to be famous than to meet."

First he belittled, and then Wei Yang sneered: "You have been talking so much, and you have been slandering me, let me ask you a question, you said that the Buddha's light disappeared, then whose Buddha's light is this Buddha's light? Is it yours? Yours? yours? or yours?"

Wei Yang looked around at the three old monks, every question made the old monks frown and remained silent.

"Wrong, it belongs to the Buddha. Among the Buddhist sects, the Buddha is the largest. For thousands of years, countless believers have offered incense devoutly. They are all for the Buddha. Do you have any objections?" Wei Yang continued to ask.

The three old monks were silent again.

"Since this is the case, here comes the problem. The Buddha's Buddha's light has disappeared a little, and no matter who did it, I will ask, the Buddha is not impatient, and he is not accountable. Why are you getting angry here?"

"Isn't the emperor in a hurry and the eunuchs in a hurry?"

For a moment, the three old monks were dumbfounded.

Why is this Wei Zaichuan so eloquent?Eloquent?Can speak eloquently?