It was not until Master Kuzhu, Ye Junlang and the others had gone away that Mo Qing confirmed that he was temporarily safe, his life had been saved, and his martial arts had not been broken.
Even so, he is not feeling well now. Master Kuzhu's palm has already caused him severe injuries, and it will take at least several months for him to fully recover.
The Demon Saint Son had already stepped forward to help Mo Qing up. Mo Qing looked in one direction and said in a respectful and grateful tone: "Thank you, senior, for your help."
He knew who the person who came to help was. If it hadn't been for this senior's intervention, by the time Master Kuzhu's second palm fell, he would have been a useless person.
Master Kuzhu becoming a monk may not kill him, but he will definitely destroy his martial arts and become a useless person from now on.
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Ye Junlang was walking towards the foot of Lingxiao Peak along the original path.
Master Kuzhu also walked with them, which really made Ye Junlang feel like he hired a super bodyguard for free to protect him.
"I really want to thank Master for rescuing me this time." Ye Junlang said, and then said, "But Master called me senior brother. I think it was intentional, right? It was to make the other party think that Master has some relationship with me.
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"Amitabha. Senior brother, just call me Kuzhu or junior brother." Master Kuzhu said, "Senior brother, as the descendant of Uncle Ye, it is reasonable for Kuzhu to call you senior brother."
"Ye... master, are you talking about old man Ye?" Ye Junlang asked in surprise.
Master Kuzhu nodded and said: "Exactly."
"Master, are you and Old Man Ye still from the same sect?" Ye Junlang was really surprised.
Master Kuzhu said: "Before the young master left Kuchan Temple and entered the mortal world to realize Taoism, he did not accept a direct disciple. After entering the mortal world, he accepted an outer disciple in the secular world. This outer disciple was exactly
Junior Senior Uncle. Senior Brother was brought up by Junior Senior Uncle since he was a child and has learned the true teachings of my Kuchan Temple. Therefore, from this point of view, it is reasonable for the poor monk to call you Senior Brother."
"Master, are you mistaken? Old man Ye has brought me up since I was a child. However, I haven't heard him teach me any Buddhist methods." Ye Junlang said quickly.
"Amitabha, please don't call me master again. If my junior uncle hears this, I'm afraid that this poor monk will be punished. You might as well call me junior brother." Master Kuzhu said with his hands clasped together.
Ye Junlang looked a little embarrassed. The old monk in front of him was obviously a very famous and prestigious monk, but he called him junior brother?
This clearly shows that we are trying to take advantage.
But looking at the serious expression on Master Kuzhu’s face, it’s not enough not to shout like that.
"Master, junior brother?" Ye Junlang was really not used to it.
Master Kuzhu thought this was normal and justified, and he said: "Brother, Buddhism lies in inheritance, not in practice. Young Master is not a Buddhist, but he has Buddha in his heart. Otherwise, how could he have cultivated to dominate the ancient martial arts world?
The Great Vajra Realm? The poor monk once approached his junior uncle and wanted to ask for advice on the Great Vajra Realm. The young master’s uncle bluntly said that the Great Vajra Realm has no written inheritance, and the young master did not leave it behind at that time. He can only rely on it.
I have experienced and gained insights in the world of mortals."
Ye Junlang was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "What does this Great Vajra Realm mean?"
Master Kuzhu put his hands together and smiled, and said: "Senior brother, there is no need to know. According to what the poor monk thinks, I am afraid that my junior uncle has already made arrangements. The poor monk will not say more."
Ye Junlang was confused when he heard this and seemed confused.
He couldn't believe that there was an additional junior disciple out of thin air, and he was an eminent monk whose strength reached the level of the Martial Saint Realm.
"Bai Xianer has met Master Kuzhu."
As they walked, Bai Xianer spoke respectfully to Master Kuzhu.
Master Kuzhu looked at Bai Xian'er and said, "Miss Bai, you're welcome. Is Patriarch Bai okay?"
"My grandpa is still very good." Bai Xian'er said.
Master Kuzhu nodded and said: "Old Patriarch Bai has a good granddaughter, but... alas, it's a pity."
Bai Xianer's eyes turned, and she understood the meaning of Master Kuzhu's words, but her face looked very calm, and she said with a smile: "I don't think it's okay. As long as I can live every day to the fullest, I will be very satisfied.
I won’t leave any regrets.”
"Amitabha, it is a Buddha to be indifferent to life and death. Miss Bai has such a state of mind, and the poor monk admires her." Master Kuzhu said, "I have no words to speak of my great enlightenment. Miss Bai has extremely wise roots and wise nature, and I hope that the auspicious person will have his own heavenly appearance."
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"Master Kuzhu is ridiculously complimentary. The younger generation has not yet reached the realm of enlightenment and speechlessness. If the sky is unpredictable, life will be the same. As long as I can control my own destiny now, I feel it is enough." Bai Xian
The son said.
"Amitabha, good, good!"
Master Kuzhu put his hands together and recited a Buddhist saying.
Ye Junlang gradually allowed himself to accept the fact that a Buddhist junior brother appeared out of thin air. The embarrassing thing was that he was not a monk and was not a Buddhist, so this was a bit embarrassing.
Master Kuzhu didn't pay attention to this. He seemed very easy-going and approachable along the way, without any sense of distance like that of a Buddhist monk.
If he hadn't just seen with his own eyes the pressure of the Martial Saint Realm displayed by Master Kuzhu, Ye Junlang would really have felt that Master Kuzhu was no different from those ordinary ascetics.
"Junior brother, your martial arts has reached the martial arts realm, right?" Ye Junlang asked.
"Compared to my junior uncle, this poor monk's martial arts achievements are nothing." Master Kuzhu said.
Ye Junlang smiled and said: "You mean Old Man Ye? In my opinion, he may be far worse than you. He always brags about how powerful he is and doesn't know how to be humble at all. This
Nothing compares to you, junior brother."
Master Kuzhu smiled slightly and said nothing.
"Junior brother, your previous attack was so domineering, you slapped the great elder of Demon Sect Holy Land almost to death on the ground." Ye Junlang said, and then said, "But in the end, why didn't you continue to slap him a second time?
? Just beat the elder of the Demon Sect to death."
"Amitabha. Buddhism cannot kill easily. Even if Mo Qing's demonic nature is deep, the poor monk can only get rid of his own demonic nature and let it live and die." Master Kuzhu spoke, and then said, "As for the poor monk taking back the second palm, there is a current situation.
The poor monk didn't want the old guy who was involved in karma to come forward and stop him. He didn't stop the poor monk when he struck out the first palm. Now that he came forward with this second palm, the poor monk had no choice but to take it back."
After hearing what Kuzhu said, Ye Junlang immediately realized that the origin of the mysterious figure who had spoken out to dissuade Master Kuzhu must be extraordinary, otherwise it would not be enough to make Master Kuzhu, a high-ranking monk in the martial arts realm, afraid to sell him.
Give him face.
"Junior brother, who is this person? Is he some old guy from the Demon Sect Holy Land?"