deceiver

Chapter 15 Tianlong in the ancient temple, full of fox shadows?
Wang Zicong was about to put on the trap, but suddenly he seemed to realize something, so he shook his head and said: "Master Ghost King, you have just regained your body, let me take you to buy some clothes!"

Hearing this, the Ghost King sneered and said, "You are wise, and if you dare to have unreasonable thoughts about this king, I will definitely make you comfortable...until you die!"

When Wang Zicong heard this, he couldn't help but "thump" in his heart.This is really a knife on the head of the color word, and a mass grave under the pomegranate skirt.Fortunately, he restrained himself in time, otherwise he would have been decapitated by now.

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At this time, Tong Yan was having dinner with Qing Ming, their personalities were completely different, and their favorite food was also very different.For example, in front of Tong Yan, there was a plate of green vegetables, a plate of pickled mustard, and a small bowl of porridge.Looking at Qing Ming again, there is not only a roast chicken in front of him, but also a plate of beef and a glass of red wine.

The two of them ate their favorite meals without saying a word the whole time.

Who would have thought that two people with such different personalities would be close friends at life and death? I'm afraid no one could believe it.

Just after dinner, the door was suddenly opened, and then Tong Hu was seen walking in hastily.

"This subordinate pays homage to the young master, Hall Master Qing!"

Hearing this, Tong Yan waved his hands and said, "In the future, if you can avoid these customary etiquettes, please tell me, how is the situation?"

Hearing this, Tong Hu immediately said: "According to my subordinates' knowledge, several Taoist priests who are not weak in Taoism have already entered Nanfeng City. I believe it will only take three days, and there must be heroes from all walks of life here!"

Tong Yan wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said with a slight smile, "The speed of these well-known and decent masters is really fast enough, it seems that a good show is about to start. You continue to send people to watch, and remember not to be discovered. In addition Prepare the car for me, I will go to Tianlong Temple early tomorrow morning!"

Qing Ming was taken aback when he heard this, and immediately asked in puzzlement, "What are you going to Tianlong Temple for? Do you have any acquaintances?"

Tong Yan shook his head and smiled, "No, I just want to offer incense and worship Buddha!"

Qing Ming curled her lips and said, "I'm almost burning my eyebrows, but you still have the time to worship Buddha. I really admire you!"

Hearing this, Tong Hu interjected and laughed: "Master Qing, my young master is like this. The more he is surrounded by enemies, the more leisurely and elegant he is. This is the so-called realm!"

"Boundary? Shit! I think he's disillusioned with the world of mortals and wants to convert to Buddhism. Come on, let's stop talking nonsense with you. When you're full, go out for a walk and call me if you have anything to do!"

With that said, he stood up, made a beautiful vertical leap, and jumped out of the open window.

Tong Yan looked at the window where Qing Ming left, and smiled helplessly.

As soon as it was light the next day, Tong Yan sat in his RV.But the person driving today is not Tong Hu, but a temporary driver.

Tianlong Temple is the most famous temple near Nanfeng City, the temple is full of incense, even a little Taoist monsters dare not approach easily, let alone ghosts like Tong Hu and the like.

The driver was an uncle who liked to sing ditties and kept singing along the way, which largely satisfied Tong Yan's ears.

After singing a few little songs, the car has arrived at the mountain gate of Tianlong Temple.

As soon as the car was parked, the bearer Tong Hu had hired in advance carried a large wooden chair to greet him.

For a person with paralyzed legs like Tong Yan, it is not easy to go up the mountain to worship Buddha, because the road leading to the temple is full of steps, and a wheelchair must not be able to walk.It is precisely because of this that Tong Hu arranged everything in advance.

Tong Yan got out of the car directly, sat on the chair with the help of the bearer, and then wobbled towards the mountain.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through the walk, it started to rain lightly.Because there was no umbrella prepared, Tong Yan could only continue on his way in the rain.

After another ten minutes, Tong Yan finally entered Tianlong Temple.Passing through the front hall, he finally got off his chair in the Daxiong Hall located in the central area.

Two bearers carried him to the futon in front of the Buddha statue, and then he exited the hall.

Tong Yan was the only one left in the hall at the moment. He raised his eyes to see the solemn, compassionate and solemn statue of Sakyamuni, then tried his best to kneel down and kowtowed three times with difficulty.

The three heads made Tong Yan panting tiredly, he fell to the ground to pant for a while, then put his hands together and closed his eyes.

After about half an hour like this, light footsteps suddenly sounded in Tong Yan's ears.He didn't pay attention to these, but continued to close his eyes and concentrate.

"I said how could it be raining suddenly in such a fine weather. It turned out that some nobles came here. Donor, the old monk is so polite!"

Hearing this, Tong Yan slowly opened his eyes, then turned to look at the person who came.

I saw that the visitor was dressed in a monk's uniform, about seventy years old, kind-hearted, with piercing eyes, a long white beard hanging down to his chin, and a faint smile on his face.

Tong Yan looked at the person who was watching, bowed slightly and said: "Master, I am being polite. Please forgive me for my legs are sick and I can't get up."

The old monk chuckled and said: "The benefactor is serious. It is a great honor for you to come to our temple. I don't know why the benefactor came this time?"

Tong Yan smiled faintly: "Come here for meditation!"

"Meditation? Could it be that the donor is in a bad mood?"

Tong Yan nodded in response, "Exactly, there are three thousand troubles, and there are waves without wind!"

The old monk shook his head and smiled: "No! The Buddha said that there is no tree for Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place. Where can the dust be aroused? All the troubles of the Almighty are tied to attachments. If you let go of attachments, how can you worry? ?”

Tong Yan nodded and smiled, "Thank you, master, for your guidance. I don't know the Buddha's name?"

"Innocent!"

Tong Yan smiled slightly, and then said: "So it's Master Wu Wang, it seems that this trip is not in vain."

Monk Wuwang frowned, and said puzzledly: "The almsgiver has come here for something else, right?"

"The master is right. I have three purposes for this trip. One is to solve my worries, the other is to get acquainted with Master Wu Wang. As for the third point, I want to borrow something from you, Master!"

Master Wuwang chuckled lightly and said, "Borrow something? I'm a monk, so I don't know what can enter the eyes of the benefactor?"

Tong Yan said with a mysterious smile: "Of course, as far as I know, the master was a wild Taoist priest who walked the rivers and lakes before he became a monk. His Taoism is profound and his skills are strong. Later, he met a nine-tailed demon fox on Qingyuan Mountain. And seal it in the demon-locking bottle, what I want to borrow is this demon-locking bottle!"

Master Wuwang's face changed, and he asked in a startled voice: "Who is the benefactor? How do you know what happened before the monk became a monk?"

Tong Yan smiled lightly and said: "What's so difficult about this? I come from a sly family and know everything about the world. As for why I came to visit you, Master, I just wanted to cut off the relationship with Master. But as for whether you are willing, Master, that is up to you." It's up to you to decide!"

Master Wuwang hesitated for a moment, then said with a bitter smile: "The young master of the deceitful sect is a genius of the sky. He is proficient in all arts and martial arts. He knows the six secrets and three strategies. Seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation. Since the benefactor is willing to help I share my worries, so how can I not know what is good and what is bad? The benefactor is waiting here, and I will take out the demon-locking bottle for you!"

Tong Yan bowed slightly, watched Master Wuwang walk into the apse, and then said to himself: "Nine-tailed demon fox or King of Soul Eaters, which one is stronger? It's really exciting!"

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