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The visitor outside the courtyard door seemed to be a very restrained person. He knocked on the door three times and got no response. He stopped urging him and stood quietly outside the door, waiting for someone to open the door for him. .

Tong Wu frowned, "Who could it be?"

Yan Jingchen shook his head, and it was difficult to understand for a while.

He knew that before the martial arts competition, the organizer, Nanming Temple, would never restrict the communication between guests, but the martial arts conference was not an ordinary social occasion, and at such a critical moment, there was no small talk between rival sects or casual cultivators. They all took these people outside as imaginary enemies, and huddled in their one-acre three-point land with the idea of ​​winning to make the final preparations. Who would walk around and visit?

The reason why the Kunlun faction came here this time was to make a fuss at the martial arts competition. At this moment, Yan Jingchen and Tong Wu dared not open the door, and Tan Xin and the others who heard the knock on the door also froze, feeling a little guilty—— I'm afraid that Nanmingdian will realize their intentions and rush out of Dong Chuang's group before the incident happens.

In the end, it was Yan Jingchen who came to his senses first, and felt that he was the leader of the sect, so how could he be guilty of being a thief?He has always done everything aboveboard!

After rectifying his uneasiness kindly, Yan Jingchen's confidence that had disappeared for a few seconds also came back. He signaled the few people not to be nervous, but he rolled up his sleeves, raised his breath and said loudly to the door: "I don't know who outside the door said Friends come to visit, please give your name and wait for a while, the humble faction will come to welcome you later."

What he said was despicable and shameless, the implication was to ask the outside visitors to consciously explain the details clearly, but they Kunlun sent no one to entertain them for a while, you like to wait, don't like to wait to get out.

A few seconds behind the voice, no one answered outside the door.

Tan Xin: "...the head of the door, there is no sound outside, I think you knocked on the wrong door?"

Ziqing: "I think someone is playing tricks on us."

"..." Tong Wu looked at Ziqing contemptuously - you take yourself too seriously.

The child Ziqing was deeply hurt by the frank eyes of the head wife, biting the handkerchief and going back to the room to rub the pills, love someone outside the door!

As soon as he left, Hong Sui also went back to the room, only Tan Xin still had a sense of responsibility and endured not to leave.

At this moment, something flew in over the high wall of the small courtyard, and fell to the ground with a "click" sound. When I looked closely, it turned out to be a book!

Tan Xinsan stepped forward and put the book in his hand, good guy!What a hand-copied Ksitigarbha Sutra!

He flipped through it a few times, and said to Yan Jingchen: "Master, this is a hand-copied Ksitigarbha Sutra, and the handwriting looks like Master Kong Yuan's."

This is the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" and it is empty, Yan Jingchen's expression immediately changed, and he glanced at Tan Xin's hand, and it was indeed the handwriting of an old acquaintance.

"Why is he here?" Yan Jingchen said, and opened the wooden door of the small courtyard from a long distance away. The wooden door creaked and was opened by the air.

Standing outside the door was a monk in plain robes, carrying a black sports backpack, but wearing a bamboo hat on his head.

The monk stood upright, although his face was half covered by the bamboo hat and he couldn't see clearly, but Tong Wu had a feeling that this mage named Kong Yuan must be a very beautiful person.

At this moment, Master Kong Yuan spoke, and he said: "Yan Jingchen, you bitch, let the poor monk wait."

Tong Wu: "..."

Hearing him speak, Tong Wu's impression of this person was immediately discounted, and he silently defined it in his heart: Kong Yuan, a monk whose appearance and temperament are inversely proportional to his words and deeds.

Yan Jingchen looked familiar with him, and he didn't care that he called himself a bitch, and even sarcastically replied: "Who told you to stand outside and pretend to be a ghost, and you didn't answer the questions, throwing a copy of the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" "What do you mean by coming in? Tired of work and planning to commit suicide and reincarnate?"

"You're tired of living! The poor monk is wandering around outside, and he doesn't have any temperament to hold the line. How can he mess around? I don't want to yell, throwing a scripture to recognize you?"

"It's a big problem!" Yan Jingchen looked uncomfortable with him, "If you want to die, go at ease, you monster monk, you must be the one who will go to the [-]th floor of hell, and it will save me from spending energy on reciting sutras to save you you."

"...Yan Jingchen, can't you keep your mouth clean? You haven't brushed your teeth for a few days?"

"I brush every day, if you don't believe me, you should hear it." As he spoke, he leaned towards Kong Yuan.

"Are you sick!" Kong Yuan yelled strangely, and dodged aside.

Master Kong Yuan entered the yard at some point, Tan Xin closed the door behind him, stood beside Tong Wu and watched the two of them come and go and shoot at each other. Although Tong Wu had a discounted impression of Kong Yuan, he It can also be seen that Yan Jingchen and Kong Yuan actually have a very good relationship, so they love the house and hate each other.

In fact, Kong Yuan is not a bad person, but just like Yan Jingchen, he is a little sloppy.

A sect head and a monk, the two had been arguing nonchalantly for a long time, and if Ziqing hadn't opened the door a crack and thrown a pill to plug Kong Yuan's mouth, they might have had to continue.

"Hmm! It tastes good!" Kong Yuan sipped the fragrant pills in his mouth, only to realize that when he was hiding from Yan Jingchen just now, he had unknowingly given way to the corridor, only three steps away from Tongwu.

Obviously, Tong Wu didn't expect that Kong Yuan would turn his head to look at him suddenly, and he met his eyes, wide-eyed-maybe, he hasn't taken off the bamboo hat yet, Tong Wu is not sure The other person's eyes are big or small.

"You..." Kong Yuan dragged his voice, and slowly lowered his bamboo hat, revealing a stunning face.

Although Kong Yuan is a monk with no hair, being bald does not detract from his appearance at all, but adds to his appearance.

His skin is very fair, the bridge of his nose is straight, the lip line is clear, and there is a shallow indentation in the middle of his wide and just right chin, which softens the tough lines of his face, but what Tong Wu remembers the most is Kong Yuan's slender eyebrows.Under his light and appropriate eyebrows, there is a pair of eyes with deep double eyelids. The long eyeliner is lined with thick eyelashes, and the slightly raised eyeliner presents some indescribable beauty.

Although he knew it was impolite to use the word beautiful to describe a man or a monk, Tong Wu couldn't find any other beautiful words to describe this person.

He thought, no wonder Kong Yuan was wearing a bamboo hat, no wonder Yan Jingchen called him a monster monk when they met, all of these could be traced back.

The demon monk let Tong Wu scrutinize him for a while, before jokingly said: "How about it, little zombie, have you seen enough?"

Tong Wu: "!!!"

Hearing him call out his identity, Tong Wu immediately took a step back nervously, just bumping into Yan Jingchen.

Yan Jingchen embraced Tong Wu's shoulders, and said to Kong Yuan: "Don't scare him, he is timid."

"...Afraid of ghosts?" Kong Yuan couldn't figure out what else zombies could be afraid of.

"I'm afraid that Master will take him in." Yan Jingchen patted Tong Wu's shoulder to make him relax, and said to Kong Yuan: "How about it, have you stood enough, go in and talk?"

"Let's go, I just got some good tea recently, it's cheap for you."

Yan Jingchen talked to Kong Yuan, and Tong Wu followed them into the reception room in the small courtyard.

Every room here has been cleaned in advance, and all the utensils are available. As early as when Yan Jingchen said that he would sit down and talk with Kong Yuan, Tan Xin went to the reception room first and boiled the water.

After the tea was brewed and drank, Kong Yuan let out a long breath of comfort and said, "It's really not easy to come here, it's really tiring for his grandma."

At this time, Tong Wu was no longer unfamiliar with him. Hearing what he said, he actually laughed and said, "Master, pay attention to your words."

"It's okay!" Kong Yuan waved his hand, "Here are all our own people, what are you afraid of?"

At this time, Tong Wu noticed that there was something more between Kong Yuan's eyebrows, a very shallow imprint, which was not there just now.

Just as he was about to ask, Yan Jingchen beside him said, "Tell me, why are you here?"

Kong Yuan listened, but did not answer immediately, but stared at Yan Jingchen for a few seconds, then at Tong Wu, and then began to look up and down the room.

Yan Jingchen: "Xiao Wu is one of his own, and there is no problem with this yard, just tell me."

Kong Yuan still didn't open his mouth, he pointed to the ocean outside which served as the sky with his finger, then dipped his finger into some tea and ejected it into the air.

I saw a few drops of unremarkable tea flying over the small courtyard, and soon spread it around, forming a water curtain, and did not stop until the small courtyard was completely wrapped in the water curtain.

"That's enough. Since Jing Chen said that the yard is fine, then set up a simple formation to guard against the outside!"

"En." Yan Jingchen nodded, he wanted to do the same just now, but before he had time to do it, Kong Yuan came.

"My visit this time is an invitation sent to me by Nanming Temple."

"Oh?" Yan Jingchen laughed mockingly, "Too many people have died and the house is restless, do you want to rescue me?"

"No." Kong Yuan shook his head, but turned his eyes to Tong Wu, and said to Yan Jingchen: "They invited me to take this little fellow daoist beside you."

"Accept?" Tong Wu raised his tone.

Kong Yuan: "Yes, accept. I can't let you die, I can't let you move, no matter what method I use, I want to let you sleep again."

After hearing this, Yan Jingchen's expression didn't change, but he was still somewhat calm.

He tapped his finger on the table and asked, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Does it need to be said?" Kong Yuan drank another cup of tea, "What kind of friendship do we have? What is the Nanming Temple? Don't you know all this! I will help them deal with the Kunlun faction? "

"So we're still on the same boat?"

"Isn't it?"

"Collecting money doesn't do anything, how are you going to explain to Nan Mingdian?"

Unexpectedly, Kong Yuan was a little unhappy when he heard this sentence, "Shut up, the poor monk never wanted to accept this zombie little friend from the beginning to the end, and naturally he didn't accept any money, but the Nanming Temple has done all the dirty things these years." It is true that we should take this opportunity to teach them a lesson.”

"Oh? You have a plan? Tell me..." Yan Jingchen was a little interested.

"It's like this..."

Kong Yuan said his thoughts, Yan Jingchen was fine, but Tong Wu felt overwhelmed and a little dark after hearing it.

They chatted for a while, and the door of the small courtyard was knocked again. Tong Wu couldn't help but joked to Yan Jingchen: "It's really lively today, I don't know which friend of yours it is again."

Yan Jingchen signaled Tan Xin to go and have a look. When he opened the door, he found that it was not Yan Jingchen's friend, but a disciple from the Nanming Temple who came to deliver the dinner, and there were six sets of bowls and chopsticks delivered with the meal. It seemed that he was well-informed. Nan Mingdian already knew about Kong Yuan's stay in the small courtyard of the Kunlun School.

Looking at the disciples of Nanming who were moving around, Kong Yuan sarcastically said: "The news is quite well-informed."