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Chapter two hundred and eighty-eight in the Tibetan scriptures pavilion

Lotus Peak.

Inside the Sutra Pavilion.

In the spacious tower room on the first floor, dozens of monks sit in rows, holding their shiny bald heads high, forming a large circle.

In the circle, there was Wu Hui, whose mouth was full of oil, chewing gluttonously, there was Wu Hui, who was frowning and thoughtful, and there was Wu Gui who had a smile on his lips unconsciously but was suppressing it forcefully.

But more than anything else, there were monks who clenched their fists with their hands and their faces flushed with excitement.

In the center of the large circle surrounded by monks, a young man in white clothes with big sleeves and a crown was sitting on a shelf, pointing to the sky and the earth, chattering incessantly.

"Sooner than later! I saw an air wave coming, stirring up thousands of water waves, shining brightly. Uchiha's heart was alarmed, and he quickly turned away to escape the light. He retreated several feet, but saw the air wave.

In the middle, Naruto's eyes were filled with tears, and the red energy on his body was as ferocious and terrifying as a savage beast!

"Who are you?" Uchiha yelled, his Sharingan showing his evil aura.

"I am your friend!" Naruto yelled with his eyes wide open and his fangs exposed: "Sigh in life, it is most difficult to get together and easy to leave. You must not go to Orochimaru! This is no different than a moth rushing to a flame.

You're seeking your own death!'

The two looked at each other and said nothing.

Naruto pedaled extremely fast, and in just a moment, he broke through the layers of water curtains. Seeing his waist and hips unite, his energy condensed in Kanda, his muscles and bones moved together, and he punched out!

This punch——"

Bang.

Bang bang.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from outside the Sutra Pavilion. Baizhu on the shelf was slightly startled and stopped talking.

He turned his head and looked out the window. The monks surrounding him also looked out of the window out of curiosity.

Outside the window.

The little girl was jumping up and down like snow dumplings, holding a bunch of candied haws in her hand, dancing happily. The two braids on her head also rose and fell, flying high as she jumped.

Behind the little girl was a purple-gold cassock, and the Prime Minister looked solemn and solemn. He looked at his sister running wildly with helplessness, but he had to follow carefully, for fear that she would bump into something.

As soon as the little girl jumped in the door, she was startled by the bald heads.

She shrank and hid behind Ran Di, leaving only half of her head exposed.

"Junior brother."

Randi smiled at Baizhu on the shelf, clasped his hands and said, "Have you finished your homework for today?"

"It's over."

Bai Shu jumped down from the shelf and said with the same smile: "Why are you here, senior brother? Do you have anything to tell me?"

In the past few days, as the Dharma conference is approaching.

In addition to controlling the incarnations of Bianjun, Bai Shu also went to bathe in the Nirvana Pond, fight with monks, and hone the essence of martial arts.

He is a third-level Vajra, and in the "Wu" generation, except for Wu Xian, no one can surpass him in cultivation.

Occasionally, Bai Shu accidentally made a few remarks while chatting, which immediately attracted the attention of all the monks present.

Therefore, the lectures given after the daily fighting gradually became an indispensable channel in Vajra Temple.

"I'm late. What are we talking about today?"

While Bai Shu and Ran Di were talking, the little girl sneaked into the group of monks and asked a familiar monk:

"Really? Can the one named Allen use the giant image?"

"No."

The monk explained: "What I said today is!"

"What?"

The little girl was instantly disappointed: "I haven't said anything for several days! Why again!"

"I think Legend of Heroes is good."

A monk immediately retorted: "The Uchiha's Sharingan sounds different, more interesting than the giant."

"Big bald head!"

The little girl made a face at the retorting monk: "Ignore you!"

"I just came from Tianzhu Mountain and received an instruction from Master Shenzu."

Seeing the little girl and the monk begin a passionate exchange, Ran Di, expressionless, lifted the dancing little girl up like a cat, and then said to Bai Shu:

"The master is waiting for my junior brother at Tianzhu Peak. It seems he has something to tell me. Junior brother, I'd better take the first step."

"Understood."

Bai Shu nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"I'll be there right away."

As soon as he left, the monks sitting around the Sutra Pavilion suddenly became angry.

"Master's nephew."

A gray-robed monk stood up in a hurry, grabbed Bai Shu who was about to go out, and said hurriedly:

"Will we still talk tomorrow?"

"Let's see." Bai Zhu scratched his head and said, "The Dharma conference is coming soon. I'll see if I'm free."

"oh……"

The gray-robed monk had obvious disappointment on his face: "Then what will my nephew say next time?"

"Tell me about it!" the gray-robed monk's companion hurriedly responded and smiled at Bai Shu: "I haven't written anything for a long time since I finished speaking last time. The Platinum Star is quite interesting!"

"No! No!"

The little girl, who was held up by her collar by Ran Di, struggled desperately: "I want to listen to the story of Giant! I... uh uh..."

As soon as the little girl howled out, Ran Di covered her mouth with an expressionless face, leaving only a whimper.

Bai Zhu laughed and raised his eyebrows: "Next time I have time, I will tell you something interesting."

"What's so fun?"

"The story of Brother Jie and Ah Wei." Bai Shu patted the gray-robed monk's shoulder, faced his expectant gaze, and said calmly: "A murder caused by a piece of bread."

"..."

The gray-robed monk was stunned. He and his companions looked at each other, and they were all confused.

"I always feel like it's not a nice thing to say."

The gray-robed monk thought secretly in his heart.

"See you later."

Bai Shu walked out of the door, waved his hands to the monks who looked regretful, and said with a smile.

"Master Nephew, I will take the first step, and we will talk about the rest later!"

"Master nephew!"

Seeing that a blue cloud had arisen under Bai Shu's feet, rising tens of feet high, Wuhuang, who was still in the aftertaste, woke up from a dream and called out to the figure in white clothes:

"You promised to help me feed the peacocks, don't forget it!"

Wu Huang guards the Sutra Pavilion and cannot move easily. Even his spiritual thoughts, according to the rules of the temple, are not allowed to escape from the Lotus Peak, lest they be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives.

However, Wu Huang recently bought a group of five-color peacocks at a high price in order to refine a batch of elixirs. They will eat and drink them every day, waiting for their blood to be taken when they grow up.

Although Wu Huang cannot go out, he can entrust the brothers in the temple to take care of him on his behalf.

distant.

Bai Shu on the cloud had already risen to the top of the sky. Hearing Wu Huang's call, he nodded to indicate that he understood.

Passing through thousands of mountain peaks and thousands of palaces.

After burning half a stick of incense.

Bai Shu pressed the cloud head in front of a large peak that looked like a giant finger and was extremely steep.

The surface of the mountain is so smooth that not even half a leaning pine can be seen. The higher the mountain rises, the more slender it becomes. Rather than a giant finger or a pillar of heaven, this giant peak under the clouds is more like a sharp point.

The thin silver needle pierced deeply into the earth.

Bai Shu didn't dare to neglect. After pressing the cloud head, he walked quickly towards the small thatched cottage on the top of the mountain.

"You're here."

After walking a few steps and approaching the thatched cottage, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

In front of Baizhu, a middle-aged monk stood up from the futon in the thatched cottage and said with a warm smile.

"I am coming."

Bai Shu stopped and saluted: "Master, I haven't seen you for a long time."

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