Monk, let go of that little zombie

Shangling Temple has been opened, and there are many tourists in the temple. When they entered the temple in early summer and late winter, they got a lot of attention.Especially at the beginning of Xia, it's really strange that some people come to play with chickens these days.

The hen held her head high and held her chest high to accept the gazes from all directions, her eyes were piercing, and she was as airy as she wanted.

Xia Chu angrily slapped the hen on the head. Not only was the hen not afraid, but he even pecked him back.

Xia Chu: "..."

In the depression of righteousness, a monk strode over the crowd and said, "Uncle Master, the abbot is in Yuanqing Hall, please come over."

When Xia Chu heard it, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said to Dong Mo: "You go, I'll go back to your room."

Without Dong Mo by his side, it was just convenient for him to search the room, and if he found something or something about the monk, he could use it as a threat.

The monk who came to report immediately turned weird, but he suppressed himself not to show it.

Dong Mo turned his head to Xia Chu and said, "You go with me."

Xia Chu: "..."

The monk hesitated: "Uncle Master, the abbot only lets you go there alone."

"It's okay."

The monk stopped talking.

Dong Mo said again: "Give the chickens to him." This was said to Xia Chu.

"No." Xia Chu refused without even thinking about it. Although he was annoyed at this heartless hen, it was good to hold it, at least let him have a thought, what if he could grab a bite if he had the chance?

But he said righteously: "This is a chicken I have raised for a long time, and I have already had feelings for him. You monks have never raised a chicken. If it dies, I will ask someone to reason."

"That's all." Dong Mo gave him a helpless look, waved his hand to signal the monk to leave, and took Xia Chu to the Yuanqing Hall.

The Yuanqing Hall has been in disrepair for a long time, and some parts have collapsed, so it is temporarily closed to the public, so there are no tourists here. Compared with the bustle of other halls, this place is very deserted and lonely.

Abbot Kong Wu stood in the dilapidated and desolate main hall, looking at a Buddha statue in front of him, stroking his long beard, with a little apology in his eyes.

"Brother."

Abbot Kongwu turned his head and found a black-clothed boy hugging a hen standing beside Dongmo, he couldn't help sighing: "Junior brother, it's rare to see you bring friends here."

But he also wondered which number one friend of his junior was this young man.

Dong Mo approached, and said softly, "He's that zombie."

"..." Kong Wu's hand stroking his beard was stuck there in embarrassment.

I met Kong Wu at the beginning of Xia, and sometimes when I lead a team to Shangling Temple, I would meet this old man giving a lecture, he couldn't understand what he was talking about.

The point is, now he doesn't have a copper coin to protect him, and the old monk didn't see his real body, but Dong Mo saw him at a glance, that is to say, Dong Mo is much stronger than Kong Wu.

Xia Chu's heart sank again and again, he forced himself to be optimistic, and then he showed a huge smile to Kong Wu: "Hello, abbot, my name is Xia Chu, Xia is the summer of summer, Chu is..."

"Don't talk too much, keep quiet." Dong Mo interrupted Xia Chu, Xia Chu endured.

Kong Wu coughed, and cast a sympathetic glance at Chu Xia, and Dong Mo asked, "Come here, what's the matter?"

When it came to business, Kong Wu became more serious, he pointed to the Buddha statues and said: "I saw that the sponsorship fee you provided is enough to repair the Yuanqing Palace from inside to outside, but most of these Buddha statues have faded. Some had split mouths and needed care."

The implication is that the sponsorship fee received last night was not enough.

"Especially this one, Master, I think it's time to take care of it." Kong Wu said, pointing to the most oxidized Buddha statue.

Xia Chu, who was listening to them, looked at the Buddha statue. The paint was almost gone, and there were still cracks in many places, making it impossible to see the original appearance at all.

Speechless, since it's Master's Buddha statue, shouldn't it be maintained frequently, and it's no wonder it's not broken if it's placed in such a dilapidated hall with half of the roof collapsed.

I'm only taking care of it now, it's useless and hypocritical.

Dong Mo, who was talking to Abbot Kong Wu in front of him, suddenly cast his eyes over, his eyes were full of coldness, Xia Chu was startled, and touched his mouth reflexively, he didn't say what he said just now.

Dong Mo only glanced at Xia Chu twice before withdrawing his gaze: "Master, before the old man passed away, he specifically told him that no matter what happens, his Buddha statue can only be placed in the Yuanqing Hall, and there is no need to take any care of his Buddha statue."

Abbot Kongwu sighed: "That's what you said, but now that it's oxidized like this, don't you really care about anything?"

"Leave this matter to me." Dong Mo said.

Kong Wu immediately rejoiced. After all, it was just a matter of poor money. As long as the money problem was solved, everything else would be fine.

Just at this moment, the hen in Xia Chu's arms suddenly broke away from his arms, and clucked all the way to Master Dongmo's Buddha statue.

Xia Chu was horrified: "Damn fat chicken, get out of here!" He had been looking at other Buddha statues just now, and his control of the force on his hand was much lighter, so that the hen flew out of his arms.

The hen stood on top of the Buddha statue, howling with its neck stretched out, as if it had laid an egg.

Xia Chusheng was afraid that the hen would shit on the top of the Buddha statue. After all, it was the Buddha statue of his deceased master, so he went up to try to drive the hen down. When the hen saw him coming, it jumped even more happily on the top of the Buddha statue.

Then--

The oxidized and cracked Buddha statue suddenly fell forward with a bang, and then a piece of the bottom of the Buddha statue fell off, and a box rolled out of it.

The bones of the box rolled to the scared hen, probably out of curiosity, and the hen stretched out her paws to pick it up. The lid was pulled away, and a dazzling white light flashed out. At the same time, a crazy Laughter exploded out of thin air: "1000 years, 1000 years, Lao Tzu is finally free!"

The sound came and went quickly, and when the sound disappeared, the dazzling white light also disappeared, and the clucking hen disappeared at the same time.

Xia Chu opened his mouth wide and looked at all this in a daze. When it was over, he had an ominous premonition that his hen had caused a catastrophe.

"That..." He opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say, but neither Dong Mo nor Kong Wu glanced at him at all.

Kong Wu picked up the empty box, looked at the complicated lines on the box, and said, "It's the pattern of ten directions."

——Suppressing patterns, specializing in suppressing all kinds of monsters and ghosts. So far, among the Taoists, the most powerful ones can only draw ten directions, most of them can only draw five or six directions, and even more powerful ones can draw seven or eight directions.

Those who can draw the pattern of the ten directions, the entire Xuanmen world can't exceed ten fingers.

Dong Mo retracted his gaze towards the outside of the hall: "Brother, can you feel what that was just now?"

Kong Wu shook his head, his expression serious.

"That..." Xia Chu said again, this time, the two brothers and sisters finally looked at him.

There was no reproach or anger in the eyes of the two, but Xia Chu became more guilty and short-spirited. He licked his lips and said, "I seem to know who this voice is."

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Hen: I am a different chicken~~