Li Qing laughed heartily and said, "Monk, see you later." He got up and strode out of the house. He turned outside the door, got on his horse and galloped down the mountain with a "Hai" sound.

Monk Yiren arrived at the gate and watched Li Qing and the others walking away, twirling his beard and smiling.

A young monk said: "Master, did you just deliberately let this person float around?"

Monk Yiren shouted in a low voice: "Namo Amitabha Buddha! The Buddha said: Don't say it, don't say it!"

The young monk hurriedly put one palm up in front of his chest and recited two sentences of "Namo Amitabha" in a low voice. Then he raised his head and said, "Master, didn't you say that your family will not lie? I think the Eighth Route Army donor just now is eating you."

When he is driving his horse, you can obviously steal his car, what is this but giving up?"

Monk Yiren shouted again: "Namo Amitabha! Sinful, sinful! This benefactor is a general of the Eighth Route Army, and he sent the little devil to Abi Hell. He left in a hurry just now, and traveled far away in a hurry. It was obvious that he wanted to fight.

After playing more than a dozen games in the morning, the master was lucky enough to win, which easily made the benefactor of the Eighth Route Army discouraged and not conducive to commanding the battle. Before going into battle, winning a game of chess is a good sign, indicating that the victory is about to start. You should remember that people from outside the country will also win.

Only by gaining insight into worldly affairs can we carry forward Buddhism."

The young monk then whispered: "Master, I have remembered it."

It was impossible for Li Qing to know the conversation between the master and the apprentice at the gate of Dashi Temple. At this moment, tens of thousands of people from the three main brigades hidden in the Laoshan Mountains began to take action following his order.
Chapter completed!