Demon Venerable's whitewashing does not only depend on appearance [Rebirth]

After a short "reminiscence" with Shi Qian, Ji Pei brought Shi Qian back to Kong and the others.

Kong Xiang saw that they had a good relationship, and he had just bestowed the name of the lay disciple, so he decided to ask Shi Yuan to accompany them to the fast.

Of course Ji Pei doesn't mind.

Xuan Qingzi glanced at "Shi Yuan" who was standing beside Ji Pei, the golden brilliance in his eyes overflowed, and soon subsided.

Several people arrived at the monk's public kitchen.

There were only a few low-level outer disciples who hadn't yet bigu were still eating in the hall, and when they suddenly saw so many eminent monks who would never see them on weekdays pouring in, they all froze in place.

However, monks are still more stable than ordinary people. Although they were stunned, they did not make a fool of themselves. They sat obediently where they were until someone told them that they had better leave first. With their heads down, they lined up and left without haste.

The venue was emptied, leaving only two rows of empty chairs and tables with no end in sight.

Kong Xiang stretched out an arm towards the direction of the seat, inviting.

"Everyone, please sit down."

"Master Xie." Ji Pei nodded and walked over first.

The tables and chairs here are symmetrically arranged, and everyone eats facing each other.

Ji Pei chose a seat at random, and Shi Qian immediately walked up to him and sat down.

"With such a long table, what do you have to do with me?"

Casting a silencing spell, Shi Qian gritted his teeth and said. "Then do you want me to sit next to those bald donkeys?"

Just as he was talking, the bald donkeys he was talking about sat across from him, and they seemed to want to pull him over, for fear that he would be hurt by Ji Pei.

Ji Pei couldn't help but raised his lips, and said mockingly, "You already have the name of Zhi Ge, isn't it reasonable for you to sit across from him? Master Zhi Ge."

As soon as Ji Pei's ridicule fell, he got retribution immediately. Xuan Qingzi heard that he didn't like to be crowded with others, so the seat he was sitting in was separated from him. Kiyoko's side.

"This table is so long, why do you have to sit beside him." Shi Qian said bitterly.

"He's different." Ji Pei raised his chin slightly, "My little life here depends entirely on him."

He has recently become addicted to pretending to be weak, and besides, his physical condition is really not suitable for flexing his muscles. With the great god Xuan Qingzi by his side, why should he be brave.

He is a pity for his life.

Seeing Ji Pei's appearance, Shi Qian cursed inwardly as a monster, even this Buddhist holy place can't control Ji Pei's frivolous and wanton energy.

Then he scolded himself in his heart.

Don't want so many witches in the Demon Realm, you have to fall in love with such a heartless person who has such a heart that he can live with others.

Fortunately, he knew that Xuan Chen had never been interested in Ji Pei, and he never gave Ji Pei hope.

Shi Qian looked at the Taoist priest who was sitting quietly and indifferently over there, and couldn't help but feel sour in his eyes and heart.

That day Ji Pei personally told him that he was broken in love, since he didn't want Ji Pei, why did he appear beside Ji Pei again.

Shi Qian took a sip of tea with his hand, and then he barely dilute the vinegar smell in his heart.

Several bowls of hot porridge were brought up, because none of the people present really wanted to eat vegetarian food, so the food was quickly eaten up.

Kong Xiang looked left and right at the few people on the opposite side.

Finally opened his mouth.

"If Master Ji came here just for a fast meal, would you be satisfied with the meal?"

Ji Pei pursed his lips, and his lips showed a little rosy color.

"satisfy."

"But, you know, I can't come just for a meal of porridge."

Hearing what he said so straightforwardly, the monk next to him sarcastically said, "Ji Feiyi, we don't have such treasures as Fang's key here."

"Hey, how can it be." Ji Pei raised his eyes, smiling sweetly from his indifferent and beautiful eyebrows. "How could it be possible that Buddha Ruzong, whom I respect from the bottom of my heart, doesn't even have such treasures?"

Such a simple sentence showed the true qualities of a robber in an instant. The monk on the opposite side slapped the table and stood up. It seemed that the posture was to ask people to throw Ji Pei out together, but before he stretched out his fingers, Master Kongxiang next to him opened his mouth and said.

"Amitabha."

"Treasures and money are foreign objects, impure, and you have lost your mind."

The monk who slapped the table immediately blushed and clasped his hands together to apologize, "Yes, Master, I was wrong." After that, he sat down again while meditating on the scriptures.

"What do you want?" Kong Xiang looked at Ji Pei and asked.

Shi Qian also tilted his head slightly, he was also very curious about Ji Pei's reason for coming.

Ji Pei pointed at the table.

"In the ancient war, a sword cultivator's natal sword."

"There are countless sword cultivators recorded in the Great War of Ancient Times. Who are you talking about?" Kong Xiang frowned slightly when he heard Ji Pei's question.

"The most famous one, Xuan Qingzi, who is dubbed the God of War by others." To emphasize the point, Ji Pei deliberately lengthened the ending.

This time I really couldn't bear it. "Xuanqingzi Shenjun's saber is also what you can imagine when you wait for Xiaoxiao!"

When talking about Xuan Qingzi, Kong Xiang's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, showed a little doubt, and he looked at Xuan Qingzi without any trace.

Feeling the other party's gaze, Xuan Qingzi raised his eyelashes lightly, without any emotion in his eyes.

Immediately, Kong Xiang put down the Buddhist beads in his hand, crushed them carefully, and after thinking for a while, he still answered truthfully.

"That sword has already returned to its original owner."

Hearing the abbot say the original owner, several eminent monks squeezed the beads in their hands tightly, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

How long has Xuan Qingzi ascended, how did this sword return to its original owner?

"Original owner?"

It's better to just say no, returning the property to the original owner is Ji Pei's most unbelievable answer, because the original owner is by his side.

Ji Pei scoffed. "Can you make up a decent lie if you make up a lie?"

"Monks don't tell lies." Kong Xiang lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes flickering slightly

Ji Pei frowned slightly.

Seriously?

Kong Xiang stood up and slightly raised his hand to Xuan Qingzi, inviting him. "This Taoist priest, can you come with the poor monk?"

Xuan Qingzi glanced at Ji Pei who was sitting, Ji Pei nodded and watched Xuan Qingzi leave.

Shi Qian was also thoughtful.

..............

Kong Xiang led Xuan Qingzi to a Buddhist temple, and finally turned around.

"Why are you looking for the sword again?"

Xuan Qingzi did not answer.

Because he didn't know what the "again" in the monk's mouth meant...has he come to look for the sword before?Xuan Qingzi's frown deepened.

"You really lost your memory." Kong Xiang sighed.

"If it weren't for this, your eyebrows wouldn't be full of contradictions and questions."

Kong Xiang didn't ask any further questions, and walked to the center of the Buddhist hall.

There is a memory crystal in the middle, which has the same effect as the crystal snatched from Yueyao in Ji Pei Palace.

Kongxiang walked over, picked up the crystal, a burst of golden light poured into the crystal, and memories like a curtain floated from above the crystal, showing in front of the two of them.

A lingering figure in the crystal stood on the top of the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas, walked above the void, looked down from above, stretched out a hand and waved lightly.

A silver whitish sword suppressed in the iron tower flew out of the many treasures in the tower, and landed lightly on his hand.

Two monks with gray beards stood under the tower and watched, not daring to move.

"30 years ago. You have taken the Demon-Breaking Sword."