Looking along the source of the sound, everyone saw Zen Master Hong Hui and Xiao Er Duo's figures facing away from the slightly luminous East.

Like a Buddha.

Huiyun almost started to bow, but fortunately her knees stopped and did not soften.

The instant silence made Zen Master Hong Hui confused himself.

What broke everything was a gurgle. The owner of the sound, Zen Master Hong Hui, touched his stomach with some embarrassment. Alas, this sweet potato is really deadly.

But he was also surprised by the sudden gaze. Since he didn't understand, he wisely lowered his head and asked, "Little Ear, why are they all looking at me?"

The clever little ear turned his head and understood immediately. He quickly pulled the big man Hong Hui and asked him to move away from him quickly. At the same time, he told him in a low voice: "Master comes next to you, it's not us who are watching!"

"ah?"

Hong Hui turned around blankly.

Then, with everyone, I saw a group of people walking from behind them.

Yes, with the sacred light of the rising sun, the light gray square came towards us from the direction of the gate.

The one who started was a handsome young man.

Although he was bald and had scars on his head, he was dressed very delicately. He wore a pair of gold-wire glasses. The Buddhist beads on the palm of his hand were not long, but more like strings. Moreover, he was not wearing a monk's robe, but a four-piece striped suit.

When I saw it, I looked more like a smart businessman.

Even his hairstyle cannot limit his handsomeness. Doesn’t he mean a more domineering president than a businessman?

His long and narrow eyes were filled with the audience. It was not until he satisfied that he clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

The monk robes worn by a group of young monks following him seemed to have been improved in styles similar to Hanfu. Compared to the original version without a waist, it looks much better.

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people seemed to be a choir, following him in a high and low voice, "Amitabha."

"Did these grandchildren go wrong?"

The bearded man thought of this sentence at the first time, so he said it in the temporary silence.

The audience heard it without surprise, and no one was a hearing-impaired patient anyway.

The little monk around him was very familiar with this scene. He covered his face and stepped back embarrassedly, trying to pretend that he had gone on the wrong set and didn't know the person in front of him.

Who is this guy? I am not my master anyway, definitely not!!

"Who is this person!"

The bearded monk is not the only one who is curious about the identity of these people.

For this wonderful mix and match, Yi Ruoyuan pulled the corners of his mouth, indicating that the young people's world is really too colorful and he can't accept it.

What's more, he's facing such a group of old men

Head, another group of new bald heads came. Today I really saw enough braised eggs.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "By the way, this is the meeting of braised eggs."

Mo Li coughed and told him not to be so frivolous. These old antiques were all watching, and not everyone accepted his jokes.

"This group of people seems to be popular on the Internet recently. They are fairy-like and very eye-catching young monks. They seem to have attracted a lot of fans on their scarves.

The one who led this person should be the monk who led the wall."

Mo Li looked down at his cell phone and recited the origins of these strange monks in detail.

Even the last title was a bit difficult to read.

After saying that, he looked up and greeted Yi Ruchang's eyes.

"Hmph, Lizi, are you very attentive? I told you to go to Baidu now?" Yi Ruchang's tone was so sour enough to make a jar.

At the same time, he secretly cursed in his heart: He is so handsome and forced to do something monk, I think you are a shameless monk.

The shop owner glanced at the group of monks who came.

In fact, people who know a little about the inside story are envious and jealous. After all, they are so eye-catching that they have more or less added believers, so the things that make money are all added.

The key is that some people are sought after and have sufficient faith. The monks in the temple are easy to practice and make rapid progress.

What's more, their faces were much more fashionable than those yellowish last year's Paris Fashion Week.

It can be seen that they are doing well.

The more he thought so, the more he saw the monk who was leading the way was dissatisfied.

"Ahhhh!"

The owner of the shop moved his mouth.

"?"

Xiao Lizi thought the owner was spitting at him, and she was very innocent.

Why? I kindly give him some science. Is this diligence wrong? Is it still wrong to be criticized? Is it still a pity? Who said that he doesn’t spit?

Tsk tsk.

Lizi frowned and asked strangely: "Sir, aren't you asking who they are? I found out that you are unhappy again. What's wrong with you?"

“…”

Faced with Yi Ruchang's strange silence, Mo Li squinted his eyes and looked at the man and then looked at him.

Suddenly he smiled and touched his chin: "Do you think he is very handsome? So many little girls are chasing him and calling Master Oppa, you are jealous!"

"Shut up."

"Okay!"

Mo Li obediently made a zipper, laughing as happily as the mouse who stole a few kilograms of rice.

Zhibao...Yi Ruchang repeated this word softly.

When he said this, the people around him were obviously nervous, even for a moment, he could even feel the abbot's pause.

After this, something new came out.

It seems that all contradictions need to be re-evaluated.

It is said that he is called Ningning, and it is for his life experience. I guess it is this "great treasure" for everyone. Yi Ruchang sneered.

It seems that this festival of enlightenment, which is different from others, is not really because the mountain is cold, so it must be three months in advance.

Miaoran Temple, Miaoran Temple, something interesting is really going to happen.

He was still thinking, and the monk in the suit spoke again.

"The little monk Lanyin Temple leads the wall. I have something to say, please listen quietly:

"I was the monks present. I saw that everyone took a step back with peace of mind. It would be better to calm everyone down and let outsiders leave first."

The monk who leads the wall smiles and makes a smooth move.

"Let's go? They are clearly here to find trouble! They can't even leave if you leave."

The Huangquan Temple looked at the old abbot and the three of them, with a firm attitude.

In the eyes, it is clearly inquiry and threat.

Mo Li suddenly realized that the Huangquan Temple might have thought that the old abbot put the so-called treasure on them, so he would not let them go.

This handsome guy just came and thought they could just leave, so he persuaded him like this. Instead of thinking, he made Huangquan Temple anxious.

He just felt a little cold behind him.

Fortunately, the owner of the shop finally spoke at this time.

"Old deputy, we cannot leave the most, let alone the uncle of the teacher is here, right? Turning others away is not the reason to be the master. Besides, you are not the master yet!"

Yi Ruchang laughed loudly, his tone was also warm and negotiated.

This is simple and easy to understand.

There are also threats and some politeness. In short, his tone clearly means that he is going to stay here and not leave. What can you do?

"You!" Huangquan Temple was furious.

I am too lazy to talk nonsense. Since they are pursuing treasures, what they are pursuing is the truth. The water of the well is not a river.

Yi Ruchang was unwilling to explain again, so he stepped gently under his feet, and then the entire area of ​​uneven land covered with large pits immediately became very flat.

It's like magic!

Even Mo Li, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but exclaim: I don't know how many years it takes to practice to achieve this level, it's like a god of land.

Huiyun rubbed her eyes, as if she had seen magic, and her mouth couldn't close.

He was about to share his surprise with the abbot. Before he could turn around and find the abbot, there was another change.

Because the surroundings seemed to be thrown into the river and exploded the hops all over the river, they became a little boiling for a moment.

"Hey, look at his feet."

"It's a spell, monk!"

"Several monks, why should I come to our place?"

Many people whispered, and their voices became louder and louder.

However,

The tone is not admiration, but subtle,

hostility.
Chapter completed!