It was not until Master Kuzhu and Ye Junlang and his group walked away that Mo Qing confirmed that he was temporarily safe, his life was saved, and his martial arts were not broken.

Even so, he is not feeling well now. Master Kuzhu's palm has already caused him severe damage. It will take at least several months to fully recover.

The Demon Saint Son had already stepped forward to help Mo Qing up. Mo Qing looked in one direction and said with a respectful and grateful tone: "Thank you for your help for your help, senior."

He knew who was the one who helped him. If this senior had not come forward, when Master Kuzhu's second palm fell, he would have been a useless person.

Master Kuzhu's monk may not kill his life, but he will definitely abolish his martial arts and become a useless person from then on.

...

Ye Junlang was walking along the original road towards the foot of Lingxiao Peak Mountain.

Master Kuzhu also followed them, which really made Ye Junlang feel like he had hired a super bodyguard for free.

"This time I am really grateful for the master's help." Ye Junlang spoke and continued, "But the master called me a senior brother, I think it was a special purpose? It was to make the other party feel that the master has something to do with me."

"Amitabha. Senior brother just call me Kuzhu or junior brother." Master Kuzhu spoke, and he said, "As the successor of Master Ye, it is reasonable for Kuzhu to call you Senior brother."

"Master Ye... is it Old Man Ye?" Ye Junlang asked in surprise.

Master Kuzhu nodded and said, "That's right."

"Master, are you the same sect and the same sect as Old Man Ye?" Ye Junlang was really surprised.

Master Kuzhu said: "The little master left Kuchan Temple and entered the world to realize the truth, and did not accept a personal disciple. After entering the world, he accepted an outer disciple in the secular world. This outer disciple was the little master. The senior brother was led by the little master since childhood and learned the true teachings of my Kuchan Temple. Therefore, from this point of view, it is reasonable for me to call you a senior brother."

"Master, have you made a mistake? It is true that Old Man Ye has taken me to grow up since he was a child. However, I have never heard him teach me any Buddhist methods." Ye Junlang said hurriedly.

"Amitabha. Please don't call me a master again. This is what the uncle of the junior master heard, but I am afraid that I will be scolded. Let's call me a junior brother." Master Kuzhu said with his hands clasped.

Ye Junlang's face was a little embarrassed. The old monk in front of him was obviously a very famous and prestigious monk, but he called him "Junior Brother"?

Isn't this obviously just taking advantage?

But looking at Master Kuzhu's serious face, it would be okay not to shout like this.

"Teacher, junior brother?" Ye Junlang was really not used to it.

Master Kuzhu thought this was normal and natural. He said: "Senior Brother, Buddhism lies in inheritance, not in whether to practice. The uncle of the junior master is not a Buddhist, but he has a Buddha in his heart, otherwise how could he cultivate to the Great Vajra realm that dominates the ancient martial arts world? I once looked for the uncle and wanted to ask for advice on the Great Vajra realm. The uncle said bluntly that the Great Vajra realm did not have a inheritance in paper scriptures, and the junior master did not stay at that time. He could only rely on himself to practice and understand in the world."

Ye Junlang was stunned for a moment and couldn't help asking, "What does this Great Vajra Realm mean?"

Master Kuzhu smiled together and said, "You don't need to know. According to what I think, I am afraid that my uncle will have made arrangements long ago. I won't say much."

Ye Junlang was confused when he heard it, and seemed confused.

He couldn't believe that there was an extra junior brother out of thin air or a monk whose own strength had reached the Martial Saint Realm's martial arts value. He didn't understand what he said about the Great Vajra Realm.

"Bai Xian'er has met Master Kuzhu."

As he walked, Bai Xian'er said respectfully to Master Kuzhu.

Master Kuzhu looked at Bai Xian'er and said, "Miss Bai is polite. Is the master of the old house okay?"

"My grandfather is still very good." Bai Xian'er said.

Master Kuzhu nodded and said, "The Master Bai has a good granddaughter, but...ah, it's a pity."

Bai Xian'er's eyes turned, she understood what Master Kuzhu said, but her face seemed very quiet, and she smiled and said, "I don't think it's anything. As long as I can live every day well, I will be very satisfied and will not leave any regrets."

"Amitabha. It is for the Buddha to take life and death indifferently. Miss Bai has such a state of mind, and I admire it." Master Kuzhu said, and then said, "Great enlightenment is speechless. Miss Bai has great wisdom and wisdom. I hope that the auspicious person will have a heavenly appearance."

"Master Kuzhu praised it. I still can't reach the state of great enlightenment and silence. There are unexpected situations in heaven, so is life the same? As long as I can control my own destiny now, I feel it's enough." Bai Xian'er said.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Master Kuzhu clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist saying.

Ye Junlang gradually accepted the fact that a Buddhist junior brother appeared out of thin air. The embarrassing thing was that he had not become a monk, not a Buddhist, so it was a bit embarrassing.

Master Kuzhu didn't care about these things. He seemed easy-going and approachable all the way, and he didn't feel like a distance that was out of reach of Buddhist monks.

If it weren't for the powerful force of the Martial Saint Realm shown by Master Kuzhu with his own eyes, Ye Junlang really felt that Master Kuzhu was no different from those ordinary ascetic monks.

"Junior brother, your martial arts have reached the Martial Saint realm, right?" Ye Junlang asked.

"Compared with the uncle of the junior master, my monk's martial arts achievements are nothing." Master Kuzhu said.

Ye Junlang smiled and said, "Are you talking about Old Man Ye? In my opinion, he might be far worse than you. He knows how powerful he is all day long and doesn't know how to be humble at all. This is not as good as you, junior brother."

Master Kuzhu smiled slightly and said nothing.

"Junior brother, your previous move was simply domineering. He almost slapped the elder of the Holy Land of the Demon Sect to death on the ground with a slap." Ye Junlang spoke, and continued, "But why didn't you continue to clap the second palm in the end? You could just slap the elder of the Demon Sect to death."

"Amitabha Buddha. Buddhism cannot kill easily. Even if Mo Qing has a strong demonic nature, I can only get rid of his own demonic nature and let it die." Master Kuzhu spoke and continued, "As for the second palm, I took back my second palm, there was an old guy who was unwilling to be involved in cause and effect with him. He did not stop me when I took the first palm. Since he had come forward, I could only take back it."

After hearing what Kuzhu said, Ye Junlang immediately realized that the mysterious figure who spoke out to dissuade Master Kuzhu must be extraordinary, otherwise it would not be enough to make a monk like Master Kuzhu in the Martial Saint Realm who would be afraid of him and would be sold for him.

"Junior brother, who is this person? Could it be an old guy in the Holy Land of the Demon Sect?"
Chapter completed!