My luck can go against the sky

Gao Yueran hurriedly returned politely: "I am waiting to come to find friends."

"I wonder if Master Mingxin is well?"

After that, his eyes floated to Zhang Chongzhi, and his voice was heard.

"Brother Dao, let's pass the test first. If Han Zirong's statement is false, if I am alive, this little drought will naturally not be able to escape."

"But if what Han Zirong said is true, this little drought must not be discovered by the evil spirits in Baohe Temple, otherwise it will add wings to the tiger."

Zhang Chongzhi hesitated for a moment before he made a decision: "Then that is what Brother Dao said."

"It's just that Han Zirong, I'd better not walk too close. Raising Droughts in captivity will definitely be wrong!"

"There is a big scheme!"

The two nodded secretly and reached an agreement.

Jian Shi looked at the two of them, turned sideways slightly, and stretched out his hand: "The abbot is in the Buddhist hall and is doing his daily homework."

"It's noon at this time, why don't you have some fast food first?"

Zhang Chongzhi didn't refuse. It's all here. If you hesitate, it will be easy for people to see the horse's feet. He nodded faintly and said, "Then I'll be interrupted."

After all, everyone followed Jian Shi and landed slowly.

Behind them, a group of monks clasped their hands together, calmly watching the people walking in front.

After everyone entered the gate, the gate suddenly closed.

Gao Yueran paused, but did not look back, but he was cautious as he marched.

The crowd came to the cafeteria and sat down one by one. After a while, a bowl of fast food was placed in front of everyone.

Jian Shi glanced at the people, then led a group of monks, and slowly left, leaving everyone looking at each other.

As soon as Jian Shi left, the cafeteria seemed a little quiet, only the sound of the little novice and Xiao Guai spitting rice in their mouths.

The two women in Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain dragged the minibus with both hands and looked at the little novice and the little boy with a dozing look.

Han Zirong calmly touched Xiaoguai's head, and then looked at Zhang Chongzhi and said, "Dao Master, is a five-year-old doll really worth the anger of the Dao Master?"

Zhang Chongzhi glanced at Xiao Gua and snorted coldly, "The evil is always the evil!"

"This kind of appearance is nothing more than a deliberate change of Drought Yan to protect her in childhood, how can she be bewitched by her."

Gao Yueran stared at Xiaoguai expressionlessly, and said coldly: "We will discuss the matter afterwards. We will solve the danger of Baohe Temple first."

Zhang Chongzhi shook his sleeves, stretched out his hands that had been shrinking in the sleeves, held up the bowl, and looked at Han Zirong meaningfully: "I hope Xiaoyou Han has not deceived me. This Baohe Temple is indeed as you said, otherwise If you do, the two of me will definitely report what you did to the Bureau of Investigation."

A smile appeared on Han Zirong's face, and he nodded again and again: "Okay, Daoist Gao is right, we will discuss it later."

The two snorted and glared.

Even now, Han Zirong does not think that the evil monks in Baohe Temple can be easily solved, even if Zhang Chongzhi and Gao Yueran are added.

When everyone finished eating, put down the bowls and chopsticks, Jian Shi also happened to walk into the canteen, looking at the people with a calm expression: "Dear benefactors, the abbot, invite a few Buddhist temples to give a comment."

After that, he turned and walked ahead, leading everyone to the Buddhist hall.

Outside the door, a group of monks watched everyone, all smiles on their faces.

Han Zirong took the lead in the first place, and he didn't care about the gaze of the monks. He just told the little novice monk to take Xiaoguai with him wherever he went.

As soon as the crowd left the canteen, a crowd of monks immediately poured into the kitchen, burning the fire, lifting water, and sharpening knives.

The harsh sharpening of the knife sounded in the temple, and Han Zirong's marching footsteps paused, turned around and glanced at the kitchen, then looked up and down Jianshi.

Jian Shi seemed to have noticed something. He walked a few steps slowly and waited for Han Zirong to come by his side. Then he said, "It seems that my brother Jian Hui, Jian Yi, is already dead."

"The donor is so cruel, he kills people easily."

"It's not enough to kill the head of the village and the widow in front of the day before the first day, but today we killed Jianhui and Jianyi again."

Jian Shi let out a long sigh, and said with compassion on his face: "When can the donor put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground?"

After Zhang Chongzhi followed the two of them, Gao Yueran's face suddenly changed, and his gaze suddenly shifted to Han Zirong, wanting to hear an explanation.

Han Zirong was not in a hurry, but said indifferently: "The bald donkeys have mentioned the butcher knife and are preparing to kill. Master Jianshi didn't persuade me, why did you ask me when to put down the butcher knife?"

"As for the old village head and the widow at the foot of the mountain, it is pure nonsense. When did Master Jianshi see it? Can there be evidence, or can there be evidence?"

Jian Shi put his hands together, and looked at Han Zirong calmly: "The monks don't slander."

Han Zirong smiled: "I still saliva a nail."

After all, he ignored the Jianshi and walked straight to the Buddhist hall.

On the contrary, Jian Shi was not in a hurry to enter the Buddhist hall, and turned to look at Zhang Chongzhi and said, "It is better for the two donors to stay away from the donor Han. This person is more murderous than ever."

"Even the abbot cannot influence him and make him put down his butcher knife."

"For this matter, the abbot made a great wish that he would not be able to influence Donor Han in one day, so that he would put down his butcher knife and not take a step out of the Buddhist hall for one day."

"Up to now, there have been three days and nights, and no water or rice has entered."

"Since the abbot cannot directly take action, the young monk hopes that the two donors can subdue the donor Han, so that the abbot can fulfill his ambition as soon as possible."

Zhang Chongzhi, Gao Yueran, their expressions all changed, and the disciple of Longhushan looked angrily at Han Zirong, who was gradually going away, the disciple of Wudangshan looked at Han Zirong blankly, kept silent, and looked at his uncle.

"Such a wicked person, let him do a lot!" Feng Hanxiu said angrily, who had relieved the sound suppression technique.

Zhang Chongzhi and Gao Yueran looked at each other, killing intently.

Not far away, Han Zirong stepped down a bit, rushed into the Buddhist hall, and looked at the old abbot in a low voice: "Wait for your apprentice to come, you will stop him first, I will do it!"

"This will be him alone. Your other disciples are sharpening their swords and considering how to eat us. They won't come over for a while."

"Old monk, don't hesitate!"

The old abbot nodded heavily and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his shriveled arms.

Opening his mouth, the old yellow tooth said: "Look at it, the old monk wants to kill his relatives righteously today and clear the door!"

"The evil spirits of Gouri will not come out, so they will only hide in the dark and make hands and feet, and all my apprentices have entered the magic way!"

"It's also a special lady who wants the old monk to clean up the door by himself, and let it cool in the dry!"

Behind him, the tall Buddha statue showed a faint smile, and then quickly recovered its expressionless appearance.

The old abbot stood up and patted Han Zirong on the shoulder: "The old monk knows that the donor is a good one. Will you kill Jianhui and Jianyi when you go out?"

"Good job, no loss, another hero eighteen years later!"

Han Zirong looked at the old abbot in confusion and said, "I take the liberty to ask, what did you do, the abbot?"

The old abbot glanced at Han Zirong obliquely, put an eye in his mouth to light it, and then rolled his sleeve to his shoulder, revealing the tattoo on his shoulder.

The old abbot pointed to the tattoo on it and said: "I see it, this is a dragon body."

Then he opened his shirt and pointed to the tattoo on his chest.

"Double Dragon Plays Pearl."

Pointing to himself again, his face was full of vicissitudes of memory and said: "You are on the street, you boss, I used to rant.

"Do you know the double flower red stick."

Han Zirong was shocked and trembling.