Especially for Taoist Zhen, he thinks that his eyesight is pretty good. Unless he is a Daoji monk, he can tell more or less the details of the other person at a glance.
But when he saw this young Taoist, he was shocked.
He looked up and down, but found no trace of any practice on this young Taoist.
But the more this happened, the more cautious he became.
Nowadays, there are often evil cultivators in Fengzhou and demons are making trouble everywhere. He has encountered them several times.
If this young Taoist was an ordinary person, how could he be safe in this wilderness?
And although there are no traces of cultivation on this person, this young Taoist has a harmonious and natural appearance, bright eyes, and fair skin. He does not look like an ordinary person.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, the Zhen Taoist did not take a closer look, so as not to cause the other party's displeasure.
But everyone was a Taoist priest, so out of etiquette, he bowed.
Li Yu smiled and returned the favor, then continued drinking tea.
I felt that my taste was dull, so I took out some exquisite snacks, as well as some melon seeds and other things from the package to pass the time.
Unexpectedly, not long after, another group of people passed by.
When I saw the small shop, I wanted to sit down and have a rest and have a sip of tea.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but these people are all monks!
There are seven monks in this group. The leader is an old monk. The monk's robes on his body are a little shabby and have turned white after washing. The old monk is thin and small and does not look amazing. Only his eyebrows are white and drooped.
Can be two inches long.
The skin on his body was dark, with a hint of red gold. Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that this old monk must not be an ordinary person.
The other six monks vary in height, short, fat, and thin, but most of them hold swords for shoveling. They are all fat and strong, and have a strong temperament!
Fortunately, this roadside restaurant is actually filled with monks and Taoists.
The group of monks were a little surprised when they saw Li Yu and Taoist Zhen.
The leading old monk clasped his hands together and saluted Li Yu and Taoist Zhen sternly, "Amitabha, poor monk Zhenyu, you are disturbing a few fellow Taoists."
"But Master Zhenyu from Jinshan Temple?"
Taoist Zhen was startled and did not dare to be negligent. He quickly stood up and returned the courtesy.
Although Jinshan Temple is not as good as the Shen Family, Bibo Villa, Yuegou Mountain, Yama Luo Sect, Hongye Valley and other forces, it is still quite famous in Fengzhou.
The reason is that Jinshan Temple has some relationship with Futu Temple. It is said that the founder of Jinshan Temple was an elder of Futu Temple.
Therefore, their reputation is quite resounding in the Fengzhou cultivation world, especially among their casual cultivators.
"I don't dare to be a mage, but the poor monk studied under Jinshan Temple."
After the old monk finished speaking, he immediately saluted the old man and said, "Can you please bring me some tea? If you have any bread, you can also bring it over."
"Master, you're welcome, old man, I'll prepare it right now."
The old man quickly bowed and responded.
Li Yu returned the favor casually, and then slowly sipped tea and cracked melon seeds.
Seeing Li Yu's casual attitude, the old monk Zhenyu had no reaction. On the contrary, several monks behind him raised eyebrows and snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with Li Yu's attitude.
Li Yu glanced at them a few times and didn't bother to pay them any attention.
"Fa Ming, Fa Yu, you must not be rude!"
The old monk Zhenyu said solemnly.
"Yes, uncle!"
Seeing this, several great monks responded quickly without daring to say anything.
But with the addition of a few more monks in the wooden shed, the atmosphere became increasingly weird.
A few passers-by saw that the situation was not good and simply got up and left.
Not long after, the smell of meat filled the air. It was clearly the smell of beef that Li Yu had just asked the old man to marinate.
Snapped!
A tall and thin monk suddenly became furious and slapped the table. The wooden table was shattered by the slap. Then he pointed at the old man and shouted:
"We Buddhist disciples do not eat meat, and we have eight precepts, but you are cooking meat in a pot, and the smell of meat is still coming over. Tell me, did you do it on purpose?"
The old man trembled with fright, his legs softened, and he knelt down directly: "Master, forgive me, master, forgive me, little old man, I am here, I am here too."
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Li Yu, speechless.
Li Yu frowned, glanced at him, and said: "I asked him to do it, what? Are you, a group of monks from Jinshan Temple, still planning to bully others?!"
The tall and thin monk had a bad temper. He was about to say something, but when Li Yu's indifferent and cold eyes glanced at him, he felt that his whole body was cold to the bone, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his body seemed unable to move.
"Fa Ming, step back!"
The old monk Zhenyu said in a deep voice, his voice like thunder, waking up the tall and thin monk.
The old man and his wife trembled at the loud voice, several earthen houses trembled slightly, and some dust fell.
"Old monk, do you have anything to say?"
Li Yu looked up, his eyes calm and deep.
Master Zhenyu sighed softly, clasped his hands and said, "It is the poor monk who neglects his discipline in daily life, which makes these disciples a bit domineering. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist."
Li Yu glanced at the few monks behind Master Zhenyu. These people either frowned or looked angry. Li Yu sneered: "Forget it, he is obviously a monk who has nothing in the world, but in the end he bullies others and embarrasses ordinary people.
Common people, old monk, see for yourself, there is no sign of remorse on the faces of these people behind you."
"presumptuous!"
Just as Master Zhenyu was about to say something, another short and fat monk stood up and snorted coldly, his face full of flesh and his eyes showing a cold light: "Huh! You don't even have a hairy head, how dare you take care of it?"
Are you too lenient in your own business?"
He said sadly: "You must know that if you want to live a long life in the world, you must not only use your best tricks, but also mind your own business!"
Taoist Zhen also showed some dissatisfaction on his face, and said sarcastically: "I originally thought that the monks of Jinshan Temple should be honest, honest, calm and kind, haha. I didn't expect that."
The old monk Zhenyu frowned and his face was as dark as water. He looked at the two monks, one tall and one short, and sighed softly: "Fa Ming, Fa Yu, do you two know your sins?"
The two looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "I'm going to tell you this, uncle, and this disciple will know your sin."
The old monk Zhenyu said: "When you return to the temple this time, you two will be transferred from the Bodhi Courtyard to the Miscellaneous Service Courtyard. Then you will each receive a hundred feet of responsibility and spend a hundred days thinking about it. Do you have any objections?"
The two of them lowered their eyebrows and said: "Disciple, I obey!"
"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good!"
The old monk Zhenyu nodded and said calmly.
"Old monk, you have good cultivation. It's a pity."
Li Yu smiled, with a bit of sarcasm on his face: "It's just that his eyes are not very good, and he is a bit pedantic."
"Oh? I don't know what you mean?"
The old monk Zhenyu said calmly.
Li Yu smiled lightly and said: "You two juniors have been taken away from you a long time ago. They deliberately caused trouble for you to make enemies of Jinshan Temple. Can't you tell?"
"Seize the body?"
The old monk Zhenyu was startled, then his eyes turned cold.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
At the same time, the expressions of the two monks, one tall and one short, changed slightly, and soon their faces quickly turned rosy, a bit abnormally red. Their eyes also became evil and sinister.
One man drew out a blood-red serrated wolf-tooth knife, the blade shook, and struck the old monk Zhenyu.
The other pair of eyes shot out a bloody light and looked at Li Yu.
The blood light was thick and evil. A monk next to him was touched by this blood light, and one of his arms melted quickly. He screamed horribly, which was heart-chilling.