"Temple? Brother Jun, don't you hate monks and Taoists the most? Why are you interested today?" Li Zhi lifted the reins and was very interested in this young master's change.

He glared at the guy: "I heard it clearly. I am going to see the scenery of the place where they live, not the old virgins with shaved heads."

"Old virgin?" Li Zhi blinked, not understanding. Li Shu, who was so excited along the way, was also very curious about this new term, and his big eyes blinked.

"Old virgin? Hahaha, I'm worthy of being Jun Ge'er, I hit it all." Brother Li Ke was indeed sensible and quickly understood the purpose of the new noun. He smiled with this young master and raised the long reins proudly: "Since that's the case, let's go there soon, Huichang Temple is not close."

"Go!" Two princes and princesses, and a master and a servant outside. A group of five people urged the horse to whip and headed towards Huichang Temple.

Outside the elegant temple gate of Huichang Temple, Fang Cheng stayed outside the door to watch the mount, and the four of us walked towards the temple.

"Yeah, the wintersweets here are good. Although the snow is already slim, the red color is still bright." Brother Li Ke pointed in the plum garden of the Grand Master Temple. This young master nodded randomly and looked around. What does it mean? There are only a few monks here, and they are almost all bad things. Not to mention whether the princess can like it, even this young master doesn't even want to slap him.

At this moment, a 15 or 16-year-old monk came towards me. He was no longer a crooked look. I raised my hand to block the way and patted the little guy's bald head kindly: "This little monk, wait, I have something to ask about." While thinking about where to start if I wanted to chop off my bald head.

The little monk was very uncomfortable with this young master's friendly behavior towards him. In addition, this young master's aura was very scary and mighty. The little bald man was scared and shivered a little: "This, donor, the little monk has no money."

There was a constant sound of thrusting, and the Three Emperors' relatives did not have a good product. They glared at these guys with hatred and pulled the little guy in front of them: "What are you afraid of? Can you still steal your little bald head? With your malnourished body and shriveled limbs, it's strange that you have money. I just want to ask you for personal information."

"Oh." It was obvious that the little guy was relieved.

"Do you guys have a guy called Bian... Chicken?" When I mentioned this name, I felt that my teeth were itchy.

"You, are you asking Master Bian Ji?" It seems that the bald pervert who can distinguish male and female poultry is indeed here. "That's right, I am very interested in Buddhism. Today I will come to your master of debate... to discuss with you." Try to make your expression look more natural and feel very excited, just like a million heroes want to smoke a cigarette before crossing the Yangtze River. Anyway, it's that kind of mood.

"Master Bianji, are you looking for him?" The little monk blinked, hesitating.

"What's wrong with Brother Jun? Isn't it just to find someone?" When did Brother Li Ke become respectful of the elderly and love the young? Can't you bear to bully your peers?

"I didn't make any trouble. I just think this name sounds really familiar. I guess I had a fate in my previous life, so, hehe." I talked a few nonsense at this brother, and continued to twist my head and stare at the little bald man hatefully. "Speak!"

The little monk seemed to be frightened by me, so he quickly raised his finger and pointed at an elegant thatched hut at the end of the plum garden.

"Are you sure he is there?"

"The little monk dare not speak nonsense. This donor, right?" The little bald man seemed to want to cry.

"Very good, little guy, thank you, come home quickly, why are you a monk? Look at your thin arms and legs, I'm afraid you can't even eat a piece of meat?" He waved his hand and said goodbye to the Tang monk with satisfaction. The monk was like a rabbit chased by a dog, whizzing and crawling away from my master's sight.

"What do you mean? Can monks eat meat?" Li Shu sighed weakly, "What's the matter? How many monks in the world who have never eaten meat? Which one is not raised by their parents in life? It would be strange if they had never eaten meat before becoming monks." This young master walked forward with his head held high.

"Sophistry!" Li Shu commented on me. Well, it is considered a master level to reach the level of sophistry. At least His Royal Highness has no words to argue with me again.

"Is that monk very beneficial? It's worth looking for by our brother Jun himself." Li Zhi didn't understand this young master's courage and behavior to escape fate.

Brother Li Ke glanced at me with a smile: "I have heard of that monk, I heard that he is talented and knowledgeable. Since Brother Jun is interested today, why don't you go and see it?" It seems that Brother Li Ke, this smart guy, seemed to see that this young master is not ordinary interested in this master of chicken debate.

He quickly bowed to Li Ke and said with great confidence: "My words are exactly what I want." A group of five people walked towards the small house.

"Is there anyone inside?" Standing at the door, his heart beat a little too fast, and asked Fang Cheng to go forward and shout the door. I took a deep breath and returned to my calm mood first.

"Dear donors, this is where the little monk Bian Ji learned the scriptures. I wonder what the donor came here to do?" The magnetic voice and gentle and unwavering tone were filled with a faint fragrance of books. Just listening to this sound made me feel ashamed.

"Wang Zhiwu heard that Master's Buddhist teachings are profound. I have time today. I'm going to come for a while. I wonder if the master wants it?" Brother Li Ke, the super handsome guy, was probably aroused to win and bowed to the thatched cottage. He was very gentle and chic.

"The little monk cannot be called a master. Since the donors have come here after hearing the fragrance of plum blossoms, they must be destined to be there. Please move to the humble room and cook tea to you."

"Brother Jun, what do these two people mean? They speak so eloquently that they feel uncomfortable no matter how hard they are." Li Zhi squeezed me and murmured in a low voice.

He was a very confidant and patted the handsome guy on the shoulder with great relief: "This is the monk I told you. He is just talking about it, and in private he is better than anyone else."

"No way?!" Li Zhi was shocked by my evaluation.

"Hmph, I'll know what I said later. If you don't believe it, you go in and call him to argue... The chicken monk, see what he reacts." He glared at the little guy, and walked towards the broken house with his feet raised his head.

Finally, after setting foot in the thatched hut, I finally met the master of the Chicken Debate who had been with me for a long time.

The young and handsome bald man in a gray monk's robe sat on the straw mat beside the window of the cottage. A long table was filled with scriptures, and nodded to us in a very gentle manner. In front of him, a mud pot was boiling, and the tea fragrance filled the room.

"Please, donors." Master Bianji finally stood up. He looked good and had a strong buttery smell. He was also considered a handsome guy, but he was still a little worse than the majestic and majestic young master.

"This elegant young master must be the donor of the king, and the little monk is polite." Master Bianji is very good at judging people, and Brother Li Ke returns the greeting respectfully. Master Bianji moves forward and arrives in front of Li Zhi, "Are you a monk from Bianji?" Li Zhi blinks his innocent eyes, his expression is innocent, and his tone is very confusing. This question makes me shout secretly, and the little guy has a very special ability to pretend to be young and stupid.

When Master Bianji heard this, Gu Jing Wubo's face suddenly became a little distorted, and the corners of his mouth were pulled. He chanted a few times and then calmed down after chanting the Buddha's compassion: "The little monk is not a monk, but a commoner who has a bitter Buddhist principles." Sure enough, a sentence made his Buddha's heart turbulent. It seems that this guy is not a person with a firm heart and a calm heart. No wonder... he will do such a destructive thing in the future. If such a person is in the future, he should take advantage of the early removal of the revolutionary team, so as not to become a traitor and a traitor in the future.

"This donor..." Master Bianji did not dare to speak to Li Zhi anymore, so he quickly walked and stopped in front of Li Shu. At that moment, I had the urge to pull out the sword and swing it directly. Yes, because I saw the bright light that disappeared in the eyes of this demon monk. It was a combination of stunning and greed. Sure enough, it was this guy!!!—

PS: In the afternoon, I won’t force myself to push it. I’m a little disappointed. I’m so disappointed. I hurriedly posted a section and went there. I’ll send another section tonight. I’ll give you some comfort to the great immortals if they have tickets and collections.

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