The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Shen Shi'an curled his lips and glanced at Shang Jing with disgust.

He still broke into the crowd of monks with his sword alone. Although he was much older, he still had the spirit of a young man.

He is not afraid of the world and only believes in the sword in his hand, so he naturally regards Shang Jing as a burden.

As for Shang Jing, he doesn't have that much "youthful spirit" to speak of.

Even if Shen Shian dislikes him, Shang Jing can laugh it off.

For him, just kill the people who stand in Yanjiu's way. There is nothing else to say, and it is not very important.

Shang Jing held the arrow in his backhand and made strange killing movements. Compared with Shen Shian's graceful and neat movements, Shang Jing's side was more bloody and shocking.

As soon as he entered the scene, the monks of Cihang Temple seemed even more vulnerable.

However, the old abbot didn't take it seriously and waved, and a group of monks appeared out of nowhere.

Cihang Temple is the largest temple in the world, and there are more than just a few warrior monks in the temple? As the saying goes, there is an endless stream, which consumes energy and energy to kill Shen Shian and Shang Jing.

However, seeing more enemies, Shen Shi'an, who was in high spirits, became even more excited. His eyebrows were flying, full of restlessness.

Shang Jing frowned. He hated killing "little soldiers" endlessly like this. It was so boring.

The corners of his lips curled up in a bad way, and Shang Jing couldn't help but look at the old host standing at the door.

The arrow swirled in the palm of his left hand, and at the same time, the bow was tightly held by Shang Jing's right hand.

To everyone's surprise, Shang Jing pointed his bow and arrow at the old host and shot it without hesitation, without any regard for human feelings.

The old host suddenly raised his eyelids and quickly hid aside, but the arrow still penetrated the host's shoulder.

Seeing this, Shang Jing smiled gracefully, and he leaned towards the old host elegantly:

"I'm sorry, old monk, that arrow was aimed at your heart, but you dodged it, so it missed."

Saying that, Shang Jing smacked his lips regretfully: "But if the shot hadn't missed, you would have died by now, and you wouldn't have had to suffer this pain. It's my fault."

Hearing that Shang Jing was so "polite", Yanjiu chuckled. Before bursting into laughter, he quickly poured himself another cup of tea to avoid losing his composure.

Yanjiu seemed to have remembered something and asked Shang Jing:

"Mr. Shang, don't be an old bald donkey who shoots with the arrows I gave you."

Shang Jing was a little confused, but he still replied calmly: "It's the one you gave me. Why, can't that one be used?"

Yanjiu held his forehead and said helplessly: "It's not that it can't be used, it's just that the arrow I gave you is quenched with poison."

Shang Jing whispered softly: "You gave me an arrow inlaid with gold. I thought it meant that love is stronger than gold. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be poisonous, but I still like it very much."

Yanjiu suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are thinking about these things in your mind. That's because I don't understand the style. Don't worry, I will definitely cooperate with you another day."

Shang Jing and Yan Jiu exchanged words with each other, and it seemed that neither of them cared about the life and death of the old host.

Similarly, the old host was also unhurried. He seemed to ignore the pain in his shoulder. He raised his hand and pulled out the arrow from his shoulder without hesitation.

The host turned to Yanjiu, clasped his hands together, and said: "Amitabha, little friend Yanjiu, the arrows are not poisonous. It is not good to lie to others."

Yanjiu dusted off his sleeves, feeling a little distressed:

"As expected of the greatest monk in Cihang Temple, he is much better than your unsatisfactory disciple.

Your apprentice Bai Xingzhao, if I threaten him casually, he will reveal his true colors.

You, old bald donkey, are different...you still don't get enough oil and salt, you are so stubborn, the Buddha said this is not good. "

In Yu Yanjiu's view, the old bald donkey was like an airtight wall. He would have to recite Amitabha until he died, so good, so good...

While Yanjiu teased the old host.

On Shen Shi'an's side, he fought one against ten, against a hundred...

The glaring monk was like a pile of paper piled up by Shen Shi'an.

The people watching the play at the gate of Cihang Temple couldn't stand it, and they all accused Yanjiu of not knowing the heights of the world and daring to act recklessly wherever he went.

Some people also ridiculed Yanjiu, telling Yanjiu not to think that he is invincible if he joins some evil cult. Since ancient times, evil has never suppressed good.

Hearing this, Yan Jiu glanced at the old host lightly: "Did you hear that, old bald donkey, evil will not prevail against good, you are not a good person, and you don't know how to pretend."

After hearing this, the old host remained peaceful and unmoved.

Therefore, everyone's voice against Yan Jiu became even more enthusiastic.

Yanjiu finally put down the tea cup and slowly stood up from the ground.

The large Taoist robe wrapped around his slender body seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

Yanjiu glanced at the righteous faces in front of the door one by one, and couldn't help but smile sarcastically:

“It’s so funny you people, you always find different reasons to slander me.

At first I was said to be an illegitimate child, short-sighted, as timid as a mouse, and uneducated.

As you wish, I became bolder and killed Bai Xingzhao.

You have all accused me of being sinister, vicious, and bullying others.

You guys, I really don’t know how to ‘coax’ you to get better. "

At the end, Yanjiu sighed helplessly.

An elder of the Bai family stood up and looked like he was doing Yanjiu a favor:

"Yanjiu, just end it on your own.

Don't imagine that you can do anything to the host. He will accept the faith of thousands of people.

If he has merit, God will protect him. "

Yanjiu just looked at the host mockingly, twitching the corner of his mouth contemptuously: "It's really ridiculous..."

But although the Bai family elders didn't have any good intentions, what they said was true.

The incense of all living beings is offered to the Buddha, but there are also many people who believe in the old abbot. There are more people who believe in it, and the old bald donkey has some mind power in his body.

Just like Shang Jing gave the old bald donkey an arrow just now, the old bald donkey is still fine. This is the blessing of everyone's faith, but so what.

It’s just faith, who doesn’t have it?

Seeing that Yanjiu was silent, everyone thought that Yanjiu was afraid.

So the elders of the Bai family kept chattering and self-righteously teaching that if Yan Jiu wanted to turn around, it would be best to commit suicide to apologize.

Yanjiu rubbed his forehead and looked at Shang Jing "delicately":

"Shang Jing, that old man from the Bai family is so noisy..."

Shang Jing raised his hand to catch the fallen leaves from the tree. The leaves were so thin that they were thrown out by Shang Jing, but they instantly cut the mouth of the elder Bai.

Seeing this, Yanjiu smiled with satisfaction and said to himself:

"I really took advantage of my power to bully others and do evil. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of the charges you put on me?"

As soon as Yanjiu finished speaking, there was a crisp bird song in the distance gradually approaching... That was the white bird of Zhaoyao Mountain.

Zhaoyao Mountain and Cihang Temple are both transcendent existences.

Cihang Temple communicates with the outside world by relying on the bells on the city wall.

Zhaoyao Mountain relies on this white bird to communicate with the outside world.

When the white bird appears, something big will happen.

Yanjiu stood there, looking up at the white bird.

The white bird circled in the sky several times and then landed on Yanjiu's shoulder. It chirped and seemed to be whispering something.