Author: Shangliu

"Amitabha."

Benyin recited the name of the Buddha and handed the letter to Ku Rong, who was sitting cross-legged. "Uncle, this is the letter sent by Uncle Ku Mu."

Kurong nodded, opened the envelope, and looked at it, his expression gradually became serious.

Seeing that he looked strange, Ben asked out of curiosity, "Uncle, what's wrong, but what's so weird about this letter?"

"Ben Yin, do you remember the 'Gold Paper with Silver Letters' sent by Jiumozhi, the 'King of Great Wheels' a few days ago?"

"Of course I remember this. Jiumozhi said that he would burn the "Six Meridians Divine Sword Atlas" of our temple to the old benefactor Murong Bo who has passed away long ago to fulfill his old promise."

"However, from my nephew's point of view, he just wants it for himself. He really doesn't call himself a great monk."

Ben's face gradually became angry as he spoke, and he snorted heavily.

Kurong shook his head and handed the letter to Ben Yin, "Nephew Ben Yin, take a look for yourself."

Ben Yin took it full of doubts, his expression changed from angry just now to shock, and he raised his head sharply.

"This...this Murong Bo is not dead? Uncle Master, can't he be mistaken?

And don’t the Blood Knife Patriarch of the Blood Knife Sect and Jiumozhi have deep grudges? How could they come together to cause trouble for me, Tianlong Temple?”

"Master nephew, don't be anxious."

Ku Rong looked at the dark clouds in the distance, unable to see the emotion on his face, "You continue to look down."

"yes."

Ben responded and looked down, his expression changing from time to time and his arms trembling slightly.

"This...this...if what this letter says is true, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in Tianlong Temple."

"What is false cannot be true, and what is true cannot be false."

Ku Rong looked calm and said slowly, "Whether it is true or false, we will know in a few days. Junior nephew, don't worry too much."

"Amitabha, it is a poor monk who has gone into delusion and has committed a sin."

Ben Yin clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, "Uncle, what should we do now?"

Kurong's eyes flickered and he said slowly, "In addition to continuing to practice the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", all we have to do is... wait."

"wait?"

Kurong nodded and said in a deep voice, "If we can wait until Uncle Yideng returns to the temple, I think all the problems can be solved."

"What if I can't wait?"

"Then...then we can't wait..."

…

At night.

The stars were gone, the lone moon was hard to see, and the night was very dark.

Long Peng sat quietly in the guest room, using "Beiming Qi Transformation Chapter" to transform the internal energy absorbed from Sikong Xuan a few days ago into "Beiming True Qi".

Long Peng estimated that if it could be completely transformed, it would take about five days. By then, the zhenqi in the body would be about half of what it was before, which is what it would be like ten years of excellent internal strength.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk...

Ben knocked on the door and said slowly, "Can the donor sleep?"

"Not asleep yet."

Squeak——

Luang Peng gradually stopped exercising, put on his shoes and socks, and opened the door with a puzzled expression.

"Amitabha, I am deeply sorry for disturbing you late at night. I hope the donor will forgive me."

"Master, let's talk first."

Long Peng returned to the room, lit the candle, poured a bowl of tea, and pushed it over, "I wonder why the master came here late at night?"

Ben sat down slowly, "I want to know if Master Kumu has anything else to say besides that letter?"

“Can the donor tell you in detail?”

Long Peng was not much surprised and looked calm.

"That day in Meishan, I was seriously injured and was saved by Master Kumu.

Later, my enemies came after me, and I went to resist them. When I came back, Master Kumu had already left, leaving only a letter asking me to send it to Tianlong.

As for the rest of the few words, they are just for what I said and have nothing to do with outsiders. I ask Abbot Benyin for your forgiveness."

Benyin nodded and asked, "Does the donor know where Master Kumu has gone? And why he didn't go back to the temple."

"this……"

Long Peng thought for a moment, "I wonder if Master knows about the 'Red Fairy' Li Mochou?"

Ben was stunned for a moment, "Is it...that incident at Lujiazhuang?"

Long Peng nodded slightly, "Master Kumu went to Jiaxing, Jiangnan just for that matter."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."

Benyin clasped his hands together, recited several Buddhist chants, and murmured, "Uncle Kumu, this wish has been fulfilled. It's so good, so good..."

Long Peng drank some tea and asked, "Master, do you have any other questions?"

Ben was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice, "In some time, our temple will be invaded by powerful enemies. I have decided to close the temple for a period of time, so I will talk to the donor in advance to prevent the donor from being implicated."

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, "Then shall I leave?"

"It's up to the donor to decide whether to leave or stay, but..."

Ben Yin raised his head and stared at Long Peng, "Although the benefactor of Lao Na Temple is young, his steps are steady, his breath is long, and his martial arts skills are no longer inferior to Lao Na's. Therefore, I would like to ask the donor to help me in Tianlong Temple."

"I wonder what Shi's idea is?"

"The master has won the prize. Where can I find a master with profound skills?"

Long Peng smiled and waved his hands, then clasped his fists and said, "I am willing to help Tianlong Temple."

"The benefactor is benevolent and righteous, I thank you."

Ben Yin breathed a long sigh of relief and looked a little more relaxed, "If this difficulty is over and the benefactor is in trouble in the future, we, Tianlong Temple, will do our best to help."

"Master, you're welcome."

Long Peng smiled, cupped his hands, and asked, "By the way, I wonder when the powerful enemy will attack. Can there be an accurate time? Who are the enemies who are coming?"

Ben Yin frowned slightly, "I'm not sure about the time, but it will be the end of this month at the latest."

"As for people, I am sure that the Blood Knife Patriarch of the Blood Knife Sect and the 'Dharma King of the Ming Dynasty' Jiumozhi will come. As for whether there will be other masters, I don't know."

Hearing this, Long Peng frowned, thought for a while, and replied, "Master, I want to go to the temple tomorrow and will return to the temple before the end of the month."

Ben was stunned for a moment, sighing in his heart, and the smile on his face was slightly bitter.

"I know it."

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb the donor's rest and will leave now."

Long Peng nodded, "Master, I'll give it to you."

"Donor, there is no need to be polite."

After Ben Yin left and silence returned to the room, Long Peng took off his shoes and socks, returned to the couch, took out the map and looked at it carefully.

"Would you like to order some Cangpai..."

"Forget it, I'm just making trouble for no reason. If Master knows something about it, I'm afraid he'll be very angry. It's better not to do such bad things."

"In this case... go out fishing and get rid of evil."

The thoughts are certain.

The dragon pendant circulated "Beiming Qi Transformation Chapter" for a while, and then began to sit quietly and increase the "Yuan Shen".

He has not yet reached the state where he can stay awake and still be energetic.

Taoist meditation and meditation.

Although it has a certain soothing effect, it cannot completely replace sleep.

In the second half of the night, Long Peng stopped his work and lay down, having a good sleep.

Over the past year.

Long Peng was first chased, and then he rushed on the road non-stop. His spirit was always in a state of tension, and he rarely slept comfortably.

Today, in this Tianlong Temple, I can have a good sleep without any worries.
Chapter completed!