People are in Xianwu, there are small games

Chapter 107 My Name: Wenyu (First update!)

Lu Ming and Hong Yong separated.

Hong Yong continued to walk deep, the destination might be the Daxiong Palace, and the person he wanted to meet was probably the abbot of Faxuan Temple, the Godly Monk of Kudu.

What the two want to discuss is probably something big, and Lu Ming's treatment has also been improved - the person who is on the list of Hidden Dragon and Phoenix leads the way, you can say that this treatment is like this, right?
He looked at Xuanzhen quietly from the side, and saw that Xuanzhen didn't look sideways, but seemed to sense Lu Ming's gaze.

He chanted the Buddha's name softly and said, "Donor, is there something on the poor monk's face?"

"No."

"Then the donor is a good man?"

Lu Ming: "???"

Then Xuanzhen turned to look at Lu Ming, grinning at Lu Ming: "Just kidding."

Lu Ming: "..."

"Master, when you open your mouth, you don't look like a high-ranking monk."

Xuanzhen's expression became serious: "Amitabha, a poor monk has not yet attained enlightenment, so how dare he call himself an enlightened monk?"

He smiled again and said: "It is easier for the donor to talk to the young monk. Our Faxuan Temple is not a rigid and strict place. When we come here, the donor will treat this place as his own home."

Lu Ming smiled and nodded, but the tension in his heart quietly dissipated.

He said with a smile: "I thought that the people on the Qianlongchuhuang list were all serious masters."

Xuanzhen shook his head: "One hundred kinds of water can support all kinds of people. Martial arts practitioners strengthen their body and mind and nourish their nature. But Buddha nature is nature, demon nature is also nature, good nature is nature, and evil nature is also nature."

"There are millions of kinds of martial arts, and people are also different. Even the immortal figures on the heavenly list are not carved from the same mold."

Lu Ming nodded clearly.

He understands the truth, but seeing that Xuanzhen is quite interesting, he chatted with him casually.

Xuanzhen spoke again: "Back to business, Your Excellency Hong Yong just told me to arrange a new identity for you, the donor."

"I, Faxuan Temple, happen to have a redundant identity. I am similar in age to the benefactor, but my figure and appearance are different from that of the benefactor."

After hearing this, Lu Ming said: "I learned the Disguise and Bone Transformation Sutra from Hong Yong, but I have just started."

Xuanzhen: "So the benefactor needs to stay in my Faxuan Temple for a while, and wait until the disguise is changed into the Bone Sutra, and the description is completely changed before the identity change can be completed."

Lu Ming nodded: "I have that intention, but I don't know the cause and effect of this identity as the original owner, and where are you now?"

Xuanzhen looked serious, muttered Amitabha and said: "Junior Brother Wen..."

Just as he said these three words, a voice suddenly sounded from the mountain gate.

"Xuanzhen bald donkey, get out!"

Xuanzhen and Lu Ming were both stunned.

Hou Xuanzhen's face condensed, and there was a hint of anger. He recited Amitabha and suppressed the anger.

The voice didn't stop.

"Xuanzhen Bald Donkey, I, Qing Yuluo, asked you to have a fight a month ago, but you declined."

"We made another appointment half a month ago, and you shied away again."

"Today, I handed over the greeting card in advance and came to the door to make an appointment. Now you don't even come out, and you don't show your face!"

"Did you practice that golden bell jar to make you into a tortoise and iron bastard!?"

The roar of laughter swayed far away, and even reached here.

Xuanzhen's breathing stopped and his steps stopped.

Lu Ming watched his face turn red, as if he really wanted to go back and teach Qing Yuluo a lesson...

However, when things came to a close, Xuanzhen suddenly became discouraged.

"Amitabha... Amitabha..."

After taking a few deep breaths, Xuanzhen looked at Lu Ming again and continued: "The identity you are taking over as the donor is my lay disciple of Faxuan Temple, Junior Brother Wen Yuwen..."

Over there, Qing Yu Luo kept screaming, while Xuan Zhen pretended not to hear it, and just spoke continuously.

"Junior Brother Wen went up the mountain when he was ten years old because a plague hit the village. Junior Brother Wen was the only one left in the whole village."

"Because of insufficient martial arts talent, he was trapped in the eighth-rank realm, and he had not made any progress for six years. He also had the obsession of the world, and he did not want to be ordained as a monk. He has always been a disciple of my Faxuan Temple layman, and has been living on the mountain. .”

"A few months ago, Junior Brother Wen went down to the mountain to do business, but he was met by bandits. He left like this at a young age, but except for a very small number of people, no one knew about Junior Brother Wen's past life and the cause of his death. .”

"If the donor wants to replace Junior Brother Wen's identity, all he has to do is say that he got a chance from outside and successfully broke through to the sixth level, and there will be no big flaws or big karma."

This identity is indeed clean.

Not only is there no cause and effect, but more importantly, Lu Ming can use this identity to develop in Faxuan Temple for a longer period of time.

Just as he was talking, Xuanzhen suddenly stopped in his tracks, but the anger on his face could no longer be suppressed...

Because outside, Qing Yuluo's scoldings were getting more and more unpleasant.

"You Xuanzhen are just a hard-shell bastard!"

"What? You don't dare to ask for a fight? I think you, number 85 on the list of hidden dragons and phoenixes, are in vain!"

"Your martial arts skills at Faxuan Temple are in vain!"

As for the door-to-door challenge, everyone knows this stuff.

For the sake of ranking on the list and for the prestige in the world, this is not uncommon. Generally speaking, the challenger will not refuse.

And once you refuse, your prestige and reputation will inevitably be damaged, and you have to endure being scolded.

But you are cursing and cursing, and you are scolding the head of the sect's inheritance.

This makes no sense.

Seeing Xuanzhen turning around and leaving, Lu Ming suddenly spoke.

"This person did it on purpose..."

Deliberately provoke Xuanzhen, and even deliberately provoke Faxuan Temple.

As for the purpose, Lu Ming doesn't know.

However, the relationship between Faxuan Temple and Qingjiao is not good. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are old enemies and mortal enemies. It is not surprising that Qingjiao makes any dirty tricks.

Lu Ming's mumbling seemed to make Xuan Zhen regain his sanity for a short time.

He chanted the Buddha's name again, turned around and led Lu Ming into a guest room.

Once the door is closed, the sounds outside are finally clear...

Then Xuanzhen smiled bitterly and said, "It is indeed intentional."

"A month ago, the master told me not to agree to that Qingyuluo's appointment, but today... hey..."

While talking silently reciting the Diamond Sutra.

It wasn't until about a minute later that Xuan Zhen spoke again: "This is the former residence of Junior Brother Wen Yu, the benefactor will use it for now. A monk will come to fetch the bedding and explain some things, but I still hope the benefactor Try to go out as little as possible before changing your appearance and changing your bone script."

After hearing this, Lu Ming simply nodded: "Understood."

"By the way, this is the full-length portrait of Junior Brother Wen Yu."

As Xuan Zhen said so, he handed over a piece of drawing paper. Lu Ming opened it and saw a boy with an ordinary face jumping onto the paper.

"Junior Brother Wenyu is a little shorter than the donor, but he is still in the stage of growing taller, so there is no need to change his height."

"In addition, donors must pay attention to aspects such as shoulder width and arm span. The Dongchang thieves have vicious eyes. These details are the key to success or failure."

Lu Ming nodded to express his understanding, and couldn't help saying: "The painting is very vivid, with quite enough details."

Xuan Zhen chuckled and scratched his bald head.

This made Lu Ming frowned: "Did you draw it?"

Xuanzhen clasped his palms together and did not speak, but his expression was acquiescing.

After confirming Wen Yu's face, appearance and body characteristics again and again, he heard Xuan Zhen's voice again.

"The little monk, I will not accompany him."

Lu Ming immediately handed over his hand.

"Thank you, Master Xuanzhen."

……

After Xuanzhen left, Lu Ming put away the portrait.

Turning around to look at the empty and narrow room, he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

He muttered softly in his mouth.

"Wen Yu, Wen Yu..."

Then he smiled.

"That's fine, from today on, I'm Wen Yu."

"But Lu Ming's identity is still useful."

Thinking like this, Lu Ming slowly stroked the long sword at his waist.

The halo of light poured in from the window, making Lu Ming's eyes look a little deep.

(End of this chapter)