This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 183 Lost? ? ? !
Seeing the water surface turning into a metal surface, Lu Yuanzhi's eyes straightened a little.

This……

It's too unreasonable.

Lu Yuanzhi originally thought that no matter how powerful a warrior is, he is still a human being, just a powerful person.

Even if you can stand up to a mountain, you can punch the earth through a hole with one kick.

At best, it can be regarded as a superman, but it still cannot break away from the category of human beings.

But the scene in front of him directly changes the original molecular structure of the object, turning it into a kind of thing.

Lu Yuanzhi really couldn't understand.

There is no way to understand it at all.

You are a warrior, you are a reckless man, hello!

How can you do what those cultivators can do?
This is not Journey to the West!

"Come up."

Gong Yang dared to see Lu Yuanzhi's straight eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a curve, and then disappeared in a flash.

"oh oh."

Lu Yuanzhi quickly took the reins in his hand and slowly came to the "metal" water.

He was actually a little frightened.

After all, it is understandable that water turns into ice, but water turns into metal...

This is simply not something humans can do.

Lu Yuan stepped on the water gently with a serious face, with a cautious face on his face, and Shangguan and Gongyang Gan were a little bit dumbfounded.

"This is the ability of the domain, you will know it when you reach the fourth grade."

Gongyang dared to look at Lu Yuanzhi indifferently, and the words in his mouth were to remind him that this thing is safe and there is no need to worry about falling into the water.

"That's it..."

Lu Yuanzhi gently stepped onto the "metal" water surface, and the horse behind him followed him up gently.

After stepping on it, Lu Yuanzhi felt a lot more at ease.

"Let's go."

Gongyang dared to take a look at Shangguan.

Shangguan nodded calmly, jumped lightly, and stood gracefully on the water.

Afterwards, the three of them went back the same way.

…………

A group of monks walked gradually along the path in the forest.

People around looked at him with strange eyes.

Dayong has not seen monks walking outside for many years.

This line of monks is headed by a young monk who is extremely handsome.

The little monk looked around at the people around him with clear and curious eyes.

"Yingchen."

While the young monk was looking around, an old man among the monks spoke softly.

"Brother."

The little monk Yingchen heard the familiar voice behind him, turned his head quickly, and came to the old monk:

"What are your orders?"

The little monk's voice was also extremely clear, and everything in his agile eyes was clear.

"We're going to Dayong City soon, we have to go to Fa'an Temple first, and visit Junior Brother Huiku."

"Yes."

The little monk Yingchen nodded, with a trace of respect on his face.

Unknowingly, a group of monks came to the gate of the capital.

Compared with other city gates in the past, the gates of the capital are more shocking.

After the little monk Yingchen saw the city walls and gates of the capital for the first time, he froze for a moment.

"Amitabha, the gates of Dayong's capital are more majestic than those of my Western Buddhist kingdom."

Shock appeared on Yingchen's face.

"Let's go, Master Yingchen."

A few middle-aged monks behind reminded the little monk.

Only then did Yingchen come to his senses, and quickly stepped forward a few steps to follow the monks.

"Uncle Huiquan, I need a writing disk."

A middle-aged monk came to the old monk respectfully and said softly.

"Ah."

The old monk Huiquan took out a piece of paper with a seal from his sleeve and handed it to the middle-aged monk.

"Let's go."

After seeing the monk, the guards looked wary.

The species of monk is rarely seen in Dayong.

After carefully reading the disc, he carefully counted the number of monks in this group, and after confirming that they were correct, the soldiers let them go.

"After entering the city, be honest, don't cause trouble, and be careful of the prison."

The soldiers let them go after a few warnings.

This group of monks had long been accustomed to the attitude of Dayong's soldiers and civilians. Along the way, soldiers with this attitude were not only rare, but even searched all their luggage.

"Amitabha."

Little monk Yingchen nodded quickly, and led a group of monks into the city.

After walking for a while, at a corner, it suddenly became clear.

Looking at the bustling and bustling city, the little monk Yingchen suddenly became dazzled.

There is constant hawking on the street, and there are all kinds of business.

There are also some acrobats in the middle of the street.

Even the eyes of the old monk named Huiquan flashed a trace of embarrassment and trance.

"Excuse me, this benefactor, can you tell me the location of Fa'an Temple?"

The little monk Yingchen held his hands together and came to a woman who was selling vegetables.

"Fa'an Temple??"

The woman was very busy, and when she heard the clear voice, she raised her head and glanced, and what caught her eyes was the incomparably handsome face of little monk Yingchen.

The woman froze visibly.

Where had she seen such a handsome little monk in her life?
But anyway, she was married, not as shy as a little girl.

"Little master asked Fa'an Temple?!"

The little monk Yingchen was a little embarrassed by the aunt's look, bowed his head and said: "The benefactor has informed you."

The woman grinned, showing her big yellow teeth, teasing the little monk purely, pointing in the direction and saying:

"Walk along this street for about seven or eight hundred steps, turn towards the main road, and after turning around, you will see a butcher's shed, walk along the direction of the butcher's shed until you reach the end, turn east again, After passing by, walk along the road until you meet a shop selling herbal tea, then follow the direction of the shed selling herbal tea, and you will arrive at Fa'an Temple."

After saying so much in one breath, the woman's eyes were full of teasing and said: "Little master, do you remember?"

I thought the little monk would be confused by what he said.

Unexpectedly, little monk Yingchen nodded seriously and said: "Young monk, I wrote it down, thank you benefactor."

"You remember??"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, with disbelief on her face: "Then repeat it to me, and see if you remember correctly."

Yingchen nodded and clasped his hands together, his voice was calm and gentle, and he looked at the woman with clear and bright eyes, and said seriously:

"Walk along this street for about seven or eight hundred steps, turn towards the main road, and after turning around, you will see a butcher's shed, walk along the direction of the butcher's shed until you reach the end, turn east again, After passing by, keep walking along the road until you meet a place selling herbal tea, and then follow the direction of the shed selling herbal tea until you reach the place that the little monk thought of.”

"This……"

The woman looked shocked.

The words are not bad!

This little monk is really a god!
"The little monk is leaving."

After getting the answer he wanted, the little monk Yingchen immediately came to the side of the monks,

"Amitabha, brother, I have already asked the way to Fa'an Temple."

"Ah."

Huiquan nodded gently, and led the monk team slowly forward.

Along the way, he turned a blind eye to the pointing of passers-by.

Following Yingchen Wen's route, he arrived at Fa'an Temple.

Looking at the familiar door in front of him.

Huiquan was stunned for a moment, and a complicated look appeared on his old face. For a moment, the vicissitudes of life emanated from Huiquan's body.

"Brother?"

Seeing that Huiquan remained silent for a long time, Yingchen asked with doubts on his face, "Why don't you leave?"

"It's timid to be close to the hometown."

A trace of tenderness flashed in Huiquan's gentle eyes, and he said, "Let's go, and meet your younger brother Huiku who has never met before."

"Oh."

A trace of curiosity flashed in Yingchen's clear eyes.

It is often heard that Brother Hui Ku, who was far away in Dayong, chose to stay and guard the hometown of Buddhism, and endured suffering in Dayong for many years, etc.

I was finally lucky enough to meet you today!

"Junior brother, please open the door."

Huiquan murmured softly.

The next moment, the gate of Fa'an Temple opened wide!

A figure came out slowly.

It was also an old figure, even worse than Hui's old figure.

Even with a trace of death.

That is the silence of old age.

"Amitabha, Brother Huiquan, long time no see, are you all right?"

The old monk walked slowly in front of the monks, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes. After seeing Huiquan's face, the smile on his face could no longer be stopped.

"Amitabha, junior brother..."

Huiquan just opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say...

"For so many years, you have worked hard, and you are getting old."

"Hehe, you are indeed a bit old." The old monk glanced at Huiquan, and then glanced at Yingchen's face, with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Are you the contemporary Buddhist disciple of my Buddhist sect?"

There was determination in the old man's tone.

The young monk's age can be seen at a glance, and he is still a fifth-rank mage. With such a high talent, naturally, where else is there other than the contemporary Buddhist disciples?
"Amitabha, Yingchen has met this junior."

The little monk clasped his hands together, with a natural look on his face, and looked at the old monk with the same curiosity.

The old monk smiled gently: "Follow the poor monk."

"There is Lao Hui, a bitter junior."

…………

A group of monks finally came to Fa'an Temple.

Without going to other places, everyone came to the Daxiong Palace.

"My golden Buddha body..."

Seeing the dilapidated Buddha statue on the Daxiong Hall, which hadn't been artificially crossed for a long time, Huiquan's eyes flashed a trace of embarrassment.

"Hehe, senior brother, why bother?"

The old monk smiled calmly, he didn't feel the slightest wave in his heart about the things he was used to, he just pointed to the futon casually.

"Second brothers, please sit down."

Yingchen and Huiquan'er nodded and took their seats.

"The poor monk has already known the purpose of the two senior brothers coming to Beijing."

A smile flashed across the old monk's face: "I think I came here for the bet made many years ago."

"Naturally, is there something wrong?"

Huiquan nodded seriously, seeing the smile on the old monk's face, his brows moved slightly.

"There is nothing wrong with me, I just want to ask my brother, that kindness..."

"Senior brother."

Huiquan frowned and interrupted the old monk's question, "This matter has nothing to do with our Western Buddhism."

"Ha ha."

After being interrupted, the old monk didn't feel displeased at all, and said with a smile: "Since brother said so, then brother can rest assured."

"Besides the bet with Dayong, there is one more thing." Huiquan looked at the old monk seriously.

"Brother, please clarify."

"The Prajna scriptures, my Buddha wants to take them back to the West."

Huiquan looked at the old monk expressionlessly.

"Forehead……"

When the old monk heard this, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and then it disappeared with a smile on his face: "This matter is not urgent, hehe, this matter is not urgent..."

"kindness?"

When Huiquan saw the embarrassment flashing across the old monk's face, his heart skipped a beat.

"Senior brother!"

His voice became serious: "It must be recruited truthfully, monks don't lie!"

The stern voice shook the entire Daxiong Palace.

"Forehead……"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, the old monk said dejectedly, "I lost it."

"oh oh???"

Huiquan was almost unsteady, he couldn't believe his ears:

"Lost the Prajna Sutra??!!"

"Not only the Prajna Sutra, but also the Buddha bone relic." The old monk's back was even more bent.

"How dare they?!"

After listening to the old monk's words, Huiquan's tone suddenly rose involuntarily. . .

There is only one voice in his heart at this time.

They don't talk about Wude! !

Didn’t it be agreed to only steal Buddha bone relics? ? ? ! ! !
"Who??"

A gleam flashed in the depths of the old monk's eyes, but his face was full of doubts, and he looked straight at Huiquan in front of him.

"Of course..." Huiquan subconsciously wanted to say something.

Then he was stuck abruptly, with a trace of unnaturalness evident on his face, and suddenly paused and said:

"Of course it's the thief who stole."

"Oh."

The old monk glanced at Huiquan, the smile in his turbid eyes flashed away, and then he said with guilt all over his face:

"It's not good for the poor monk to protect the treasure, so please punish me."

Huiquan's heart was bleeding, but he still forced a smile and said:

"It's okay, the treasure is just something outside of the body, so don't worry about it, Junior Brother."

After a pause, he continued: "It's just that there is one more thing that needs to be done by the younger brother."

"What's the matter?"

The old monk asked suspiciously.

"I also ask my junior brother to spread the news that my western monks are going to compete in the capital in the past few days. I hope that the soldiers and civilians of Dayong will come to enlighten me."

When Huiquan said this, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Oh?"

There was a flash of clarity in the old monk's eyes, and he unconsciously glanced at the little monk Yingchen who was sitting on the side.

Then, with a trace of worry on his face, he asked:
"it's OK?"

"Hehe, Junior Brother can just spread it, there is no need to doubt Junior Brother Yingchen's Buddhist martial arts."

A gentle and confident smile returned to Huiquan's face.

But Yingchen just glanced innocently at the old monk, his eyes were full of clarity.

"Well, this matter must be done."

The old monk nodded.

"Senior brother."

While the two were discussing, Yingchen suddenly called out to stop the old monk.

The old monk turned his head to look at Yingchen with a puzzled face: "Senior Brother Yingchen, do you have anything to say?"

"Is there anything interesting in the capital, why don't you take the little monk around?"

The little monk Yingchen said shyly.

"Hehe, of course... no."

The old monk's mouth twitched slightly.

The xinxing of contemporary Buddhists still needs to be strengthened...

"Why??"

Yingchen looked at the old monk suspiciously.

"All the monks of my Fa'an Temple must not go out indiscriminately."

The old monk looked at Yingchen expressionlessly. . .

(End of this chapter)