"What are you doing?"

"Go back to the house and sleep."

"Chat with me for a while longer."

"You talk to Buddha." Wu Sheng left without looking back.

"This disciple." Monk Kong smiled, then turned to look at the Buddha behind him.

"How about you chat with me for a while?"

The Buddha statue seemed to smile when he heard this.

The next morning, the morning sun rose and purple air came from the east.

There was a bright light on Wu Sheng's chest, and the treasure gathered all the brilliance of the rising sun around him. His whole body was warm, as if there were countless fire points surrounding him, flying around, and then with a swish, it sank into his body.

On this day, without any incident, Abbot Kongkong was not seen, and until after dinner, there were only three of them.

"Where is Master Kongkong?"

"I'm going down the mountain. I'll be back in two days." Monk Kong said.

"Did you steal the chicken?"

"Nonsense, is the abbot that kind of person?"

"Yes, it doesn't take two days to steal a chicken!"

After dinner, Wu Sheng returned to his room and lit a lamp, which was dimly lit.

Under the lamp, he recited a Buddhist scripture, and then took out the ancient painting.

It was late at night before Wu Sheng turned off the lights and rested.

In his sleep, he dreamed of a long river coming from the sky, turning into dots of starlight, and then converging into a rainbow, and finally turned into a sword, extremely sharp, cutting the sky and the earth, coming towards him, and disappearing after touching him.

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Then he saw another fat monk, whose face he couldn't see clearly. He was jumping around and pointing, sometimes pointing to the sky, sometimes to the ground, sometimes to nothingness, sometimes to himself, and sometimes to himself.

I can pick my nose, and I can pick my crotch.

What the hell is this!

Wu Sheng wanted to use a stick to beat the unruly monk, but when he reached out and took it, something actually appeared in his hand, but it was not a wooden stick, but a sword, a sword that shone with the coldness of the forest.

He suddenly swung at the monk, who stretched out his hand a little, and the sword in his hand shattered into dozens of fragments and fell to the ground.

It looked good, but I didn't expect it to break with just one finger without any effort.

The monk was still jumping around, pointing, twisting his waist, and shaking his butt. Wu Sheng was getting more and more angry as he watched.

It's so outrageous, so infuriating.

He raised his hand and made a palm, Buddha palm, Vajra slap on the table.

The monk seemed to have lost a lot of weight all of a sudden. He took his finger out of his nostril and pointed it at Wu Sheng.

There was a click, and there was a blood hole in the palm of Wu Sheng's right hand and a blood hole in the shoulder of his right arm. The blood was flowing, but he felt no pain.

This monk has a skill. Is he using Buddha's finger?

Such an irritating Buddha finger?!

Wu Sheng placed the Dharma on the fingers of his left hand, his index finger turned into a light golden color, and then pointed at the monk who seemed to be standing more than ten steps away.

The monk also pointed at Wu Sheng with his finger.

There was another click, and Wu Sheng's fingers were broken,

Wu Sheng stared at his hands, one with a bloody hole and one with a broken finger. Then he looked up at the monk who was still coquettish and coquettish.

Who the hell are you!?

The monk stretched out his hand and pointed a trembling finger. Wu Sheng saw light burst out from his eyes. In an instant, there was only a light in front of him, covering everything. He saw himself and his body being cut and torn by this light.

, divided into sections, piece by piece, bit by bit, burned up, and then turned into ashes and disappeared, all in just a snap of a finger.

No,

Wu Sheng struggled, and the light in front of his eyes seemed to dim a lot.

He saw the mottled walls, dilapidated tables and chairs, and the morning light passing through the windows.

Look down at your hands, they are intact and strong,

It turned out to be just a dream,

But it’s so real!

"Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng, get up, the sun is shining on you." A familiar voice shouted from outside the house.

Wu Sheng got up, opened the door, and saw that familiar fat face.

"Master, I heard it."

"What's wrong today? No practice?"

Wu Sheng did not reply immediately, but looked up and down at the hollow monk standing in front of him, comparing it with the monk he dreamed of in his dream.

"No, I'm a little fatter."

"What's wrong?"

"I have nightmares."

"Nightmare, what are you dreaming about?" Monk Kong Cave asked hurriedly after hearing this.

"Dreaming about a fat monk who is a coquettish figure is very inappropriate."

"Wusheng, why do I hear you scolding me as a teacher?"

"It's not you. I'm a little thinner than you. Master, you just like to talk nonsense. He is so arrogant and annoying, but those four fingers are indeed." Wu Sheng carefully recalled the monk's fingering techniques in the dream that didn't look very reliable, but

I can't remember it at all. I feel like the images in my dream are covered with a veil. No matter how I think about them, they are all hazy and unreal.

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Let's go and eat."

"Why."

The two masters and apprentices went to the kitchen. After having breakfast, Wu Sheng began to practice for the day.

Monk Kong was sitting under the bodhi tree, staring at the chessboard on the stone table, wondering what he was thinking.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

Monk Kongkong came back two days after going down the mountain. He was dusty and seemed to have traveled a long way, but he looked good and he brought back important news.

The imperial court really sent people to search for the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu. At the foot of Jinhua Mountain, Shouyuan had already settled in. He also summoned a team of Wuying Guards and brought tiger dogs and golden-winged eagles.

"Senior Brother, are you saying that the reincarnated person may be in Jinhua?"

"Yes, otherwise one of the Twelve Peaks would not be sent here. Of course, this may also be a bait. In addition, we also got news that the Tsing Yi Army also secretly sent people here."

"Tsing Yi Army, what's your background?" This was the first time Wu Sheng heard this title.

"To put it simply, it is an army organized by a group of people who are dissatisfied with the imperial court and trying to overthrow the current imperial court. The leader calls himself the reincarnation of the Qinglong. He wears a green robe and the soldiers under his command also wear Qingyi, so they got their name for some reason." Monk Kong.

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"Are you the one who started the uprising? How come there are so many reincarnations, and the rebellion still has to be a gimmick?" Wu Sheng said.

"Everything has to have a reason, otherwise who would follow you?"

"They are also looking for the reincarnated person?"

"right."

"A group of people who stay in the ravine all day long, blowing fire here and there, are just trying to take advantage of this opportunity!" Monk Kong obviously didn't have a good impression of the Tsing Yi Army.

"It is said that if you find the reincarnated person, you can find Emperor Zhenwu's magic weapon." Monk Kongkong said.

"What magic weapon?"

"A mysterious flag is said to be able to block out the sky and sun when thrown in the air; when placed on the ground, it can stop wind, thunder, water and fire; and when moved against the wind, it can cast down ghosts and monsters."

"It's so awesome, let's go grab it too. If we really grab it, why don't we just use our hands to deal with Shui Huaitian?" Wu Sheng said after hearing this.

"Hiss, wait, isn't this a trap? The bait smells very good, it smells too good." As soon as he thought about it, he realized that something was wrong. If there was such a powerful magic weapon, it would definitely cause a bloody storm.

"It's just possible." Monk Kongkong said as concisely as ever.

"If this possibility is high, then it won't be one of the Twelve Peaks, but the four pillars will come in person. That is the magic weapon of Emperor Zhenwu! Since the Tsing Yi Army is not the only one who is so tempted, I guess those monks will also be tempted.
Chapter completed!