This "spiritual consciousness" is really a magic weapon for peeping! Chen Jinyuan's mouth curved slightly.
"Damn!" Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but spat when his spiritual consciousness reached the corridor outside the wing. A large group of monks were rushing towards this direction, led by the young novice monk who was lying in front of his bed just now.
Chen Jinyuan's consciousness swept away and he found that except for the little novice monk, everyone's realm was higher than his own. Especially the leading monk gave Chen Jinyuan a feeling of emptiness and mist, and it was impossible to see his realm clearly. Moreover, Chen Jinyuan also discovered that that day
The monk who almost killed himself was also among them.
Chen Jinyuan stood up like a carp, got up from the bed, looked around for his clothes, and prepared to run away. Even the monk himself couldn't do it, let alone so many bald heads. If he didn't leave now, how long would he stay here?
It's impossible to get beaten.
When Chen Jinyuan's spiritual consciousness swept over them, the monks slowed down their footsteps and stopped, with a trace of solemnity on their faces.
"Master Abbot, what's wrong?" The little novice monk turned around and asked when he noticed that the monks had not followed.
Shi Xin ignored him, but turned to Qingsong beside him, "Taoist Priest, do you feel like you are being spied on?"
Qingsong brushed his gray beard and nodded solemnly.
All the monks were in an uproar. Shi Xin and Qing Song were now great masters in the innate realm. All Chinese warriors looked up to them. There were probably not many people in the world who had the ability to spy on the two of them without being discovered.
"Let's go! Let's go see the little donor first!" Shi Xin shook his head, maybe it was an illusion.
A group of great masters, super fast.
boom!
Shi Xin pushed open the door.
"Uh...little donor...what are you...?"
The scene in front of them made Shi Xin and others very shocked. Chen Jinyuan was wearing a pair of spring and autumn trousers, holding a coat and trousers in his hands, and was about to go out. Shi Xin and others burst into the door, causing Chen Jinyuan to almost bump into Shi Xin's face.
On the body.
Chen Jinyuan was startled and took two steps back.
"What are you doing? Do you want to start a group fight?" He held his clothes with his hands in front of his chest in a defensive posture.
"Amitabha! What do you mean by the donor's words?" Shi Xin said in surprise as he performed a Buddha salute.
"There are so many of you, why don't you fight in groups? Shaolin Temple is a well-known and decent sect. Don't bully others too much!" Looking at the group of monks who surrounded the wing, Chen Jinyuan gave up and threw the clothes in his hands to the ground.
He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord! My little brother may have misunderstood. All the masters are just concerned about my little brother's safety, so I came to see my little brother! There is no harm in it!" Qingsong waved the whisk in his hand and said with a smile.
"Care about my safety? Are you kidding? Who are you?" How could there be Taoist priests in Shaolin Temple? Chen Jinyuan was a little puzzled. The pair of monks and Taoists in front of him looked as unfathomable as the vast ocean. The smiles on their faces gave people
With a feeling like a spring breeze, Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but relax his guard.
Qingsong smiled and said: "Pindao Qingsong! The person next to Pindao is Master Shixin, the abbot of Shaolin!"
Qingsong? Shixin? Head of Wudang Qingsong? Abbot Shixin of Shaolin? Chen Jinyuan swallowed hard, with deep shock in his eyes, and was stunned. These two people are the legendary beings at the pinnacle of the ancient Chinese martial arts world?
Shi Xin turned around and waved to the monks, "You go down first, as long as I and the Taoist priest are here."
"It's Senior Brother Abbot (Master)!" The monks responded, turned to Chen Jinyuan and performed a Buddhist salute, "Donor, poor monk, take your leave!"
"Haha, farewell, farewell!" Chen Jinyuan kept returning the greetings and said sarcastically.
A group of monks closed the door and waited for each other outside.
The wing room was much more spacious, and only Qingsong, Shi Xin and Chen Jinyuan were left staring at each other.
"Amitabha, is the donor's injury feeling better?" Shi Xin asked, with a look of concern on his face.
"Without Master's concern, this little injury would not have saved my life, Chen Jinyuan!" After the shock, Chen Jinyuan regained his composure, picked up the clothes on the ground, patted the dust, and said angrily.
"Uh...it turns out that the donor's surname is Chen. There may be some misunderstanding between the temple and the donor about what happened that day, but don't worry, donor Chen, I will handle this matter properly and give justice to the donor Chen!" Shi Xin said with some embarrassment.
"Master, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush!" Chen Jinyuan still understands the truth of being courteous for nothing and committing adultery or stealing, not to mention that the person standing in front of him is a great master who stands at the pinnacle of China.
Qingsong brushed his beard and said tentatively: "I wonder what the relationship is between this little brother and the Beggar Clan Leader Ye?" As he said this, he took out a black token from his robe, which was Chen Jinyuan's Beggar Clan leader token.
"Give it to me!" Chen Jinyuan grabbed the token and kept it close to him. Maybe the Taoist priest took it while he was unconscious, "You Taoist Priest, how can you steal other people's things!"
Qingsong's face was covered with black lines, and he laughed dryly and said: "Haha, little brother, I don't know, the old beggar and I have a close relationship, and we have a close friendship. This token belongs to my old friend, so I can't help but ask
ask."
Is the relationship irreversible? Monk, Taoist priest, beggar? Is there a gay relationship?
"Uh, I got this thing in exchange for him!" Chen Jinyuan said, flipping the token in his hand.
Shi Xin and Qing Song heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each other, not knowing what was going on in their minds.
"Donor Chen, are you willing to join my Shaolin sect?" Shi Xin said suddenly.
clang!
The token fell to the ground!
"You, you, what did you just say?" Chen Jinyuan asked, picking his ears.
"Lao Monk is asking Donor Chen if he is willing to join my Shaolin sect. If you are willing, the poor monk is willing to personally rub the benefactor's forehead and accept the ordination, and accept you as his disciple!" Shi Xin said word by word, with eager eyes.
"Are you kidding?" Chen Jinyuan was frightened.
"Little brother, what's the point of being a monk? It's better to be a Taoist priest. If you are willing to join my Wudang, I am willing to accept my disciples as my master. We will become equals!" Before Chen Jinyuan could react, Qingsong rushed in.
"Qingsong, what do you mean?" Shi Xin glared at Qingsong, turned to Chen Jinyuan and said: "If the donor is willing, I will also be willing to accept disciples on my behalf!"
"Wait! What are you doing? Tell me clearly, what are you going to do to become a master and accept a disciple?" Chen Jinyuan's head was a little short-circuited.
"Ahem." Shi Xin coughed and said: "The benefactor has immeasurable merits and must be the reincarnation of the Buddha in my Buddhist family! So if the benefactor is willing to enter Shaolin, Lao Na is willing to accept disciples on his behalf and give up the position of abbot!
"
"Humph, if you want to be a poor Taoist, it must be the reincarnation of one of our Taoist gods. Among you Buddhists, there is no one as handsome and handsome as my little brother! If my little brother joins Wudang, he will be the leader of my Wudang!" Qingsong
He waved his whisk and said.
"Wait, wait... what do you mean by saying about immeasurable merit and reincarnation?" Chen Jinyuan waved his hand to interrupt the two of them.
He said that now Chen Jinyuan is still a monk Zhang Er, so he is confused.
"Uh,,," the two of them also realized that they were a little embarrassed and stopped.
Qingsong said: "To say the least, I have to thank my little brother. That day in the Heavenly King's Palace, my little brother's body was filled with a golden light of merit, which almost enveloped the entire Heavenly King's Palace. With the help of the boundless golden light of merit, the two of us successfully broke through that barrier.
Breaking through the innate realm that people in the martial arts world dream of..."
Speaking of this, Qingsong and Shixin's faces were filled with intoxication, as if they were still recalling the wonderful feeling of the merits entering their bodies that day. However, they did not notice that Chen Jinyuan's face turned dark.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!" Chen Jinyuan roared, reaching out and pinching Qing Song's neck who was in ecstasy.
"Ah! Donor Chen, let go, let go!" Shi Xin came to his senses and quickly stepped forward to help pull away the frantic Chen Jinyuan.
Qingsong squatted on the ground and kept coughing. Chen Jinyuan, a great innate master, choked his neck. If this was spread, no one would believe it.
Chen Jinyuan looked at the two of them sadly, what nonsense power of merit, it was clearly his own wish power. The hard-earned wish power was absorbed by these two bastards, but it was a busy day after busy work.
, in the end, I made a wedding dress for someone else, how can I not feel aggrieved?
"Little brother, why are you doing this?" Qingsong asked while coughing.
"Why? I worked so hard to earn some... uh... merit, is it easy? You took advantage and showed it off in front of me, a victim!" Chen Jinyuan was about to cry.
Well...
Their foreheads were covered with black lines and their expressions were a little awkward.
"Donor Chen, we owe you some cause and effect for this matter. Donor Chen can tell you what kind of compensation he wants. I believe there are few things in the world that the two of us cannot accomplish!" Shi Xin said.
"That's right, as long as you don't want the moon in the sky, little brother, we can find it for you!" Qingsong brushed his gray beard and smiled, his words filled with strong confidence.
"Anything you want is fine?" Chen Jinyuan looked at the two of them.
The two smiled and nodded.
"I told you, you won't hit me?"
The two shook their heads.
"Uh...then...then I want a few Buddha bone relics!" Chen Jinyuan said weakly. This guy is still obsessed with the Buddha bone relics. He has lost so much power this time. If he can get a few Buddha bone relics,
Bone relics, that can be considered as recovering some losses.
Qingsong heard this and looked at Shi Xin, "Only you can solve this problem."
"Uh...this..." Shi Xin frowned and hesitated.
"That's right, your Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years and has a rich foundation. You won't be reluctant to part with a few relics, right? Just now you were patting your chest and saying that I can have whatever I want." Chen Jinyuan saw Shi Xin's hesitation.
, couldn’t help but said.
"Haha" Shi Xin laughed dryly, "The donor does not know that the Buddha bone relics are the relics left by the eminent monks of the past generations after their Nirvana. There are not many in this temple, and each one is a treasure of the temple. But if the donor is willing to join the Shaolin sect
, I can promise that the Buddha’s bone relics are at your disposal!”
Chen Jinyuan rolled his eyes and thought: "Being a monk? Forget it, I haven't enjoyed enough of this world of mortals and flowers!" Chen Jinyuan could imagine himself shaving his head, holding a wooden fish in his hand, and eating fast all day long
The painstaking look of reciting the Buddha's name.
If others don't give it to me, I can't beg for it shamelessly. I can't rob it. I immediately said: "Haha, Master loves me so much, but this kid is carefree by nature. I'm afraid he won't be able to abide by the Buddhist rules and regulations, but it will cause trouble for Master!"
Of course, Shi Xin could tell that Chen Jinyuan was refusing, and his expression darkened, but he was relieved immediately. Monks are the most knowledgeable about fate, and Shi Xin, a high-ranking monk, has a clear understanding.
"Alas! I am so unlucky!" I still felt a little regretful about giving up a talented man with great merit and great aspirations.
Qingsong was overjoyed. Without a competitor, his winning rate was higher. He patted his chest and said, "Haha, little brother, how about joining my Wudang? A poor Taoist will not be as stingy as this old monk. Anyone in my Wudang has
You can take whatever you want!" He ignored the relieved eyes, his face was full of smiles, and his words were full of temptation.
Chen Jinyuan rolled his eyes again, waved his hand and said, "No!"
The smile on Qingsong's face faltered, and he asked in shock: "Why?"
Chen Jinyuan spread his hands and said, "No reason! I just don't want to do it. I'm hungry. Seniors, can you get me something to eat first?"
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(Thanks to the book friends "Fishing Alone in the Cold River Snow...", "phantom2002", "Ma Wenke" and "Nightmare Without Traces" for their rewards. I am deeply grateful, thank you!!!)