"I know, I'll be here soon."

Monk Wuxiang smiled slightly at the old man and his granddaughter and said: "Two donors, please rest here for a night. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back tonight."

"Monk, has something happened in the temple? If you need help, just say hello! My son Jiro is a policeman, I will call him immediately and ask him to bring someone to help." The old man said very enthusiastically.

"No, uncle, you should have a good rest. It's just a small matter, I can handle it." Monk Wuxiang smiled slightly, knowing that there was trouble, he didn't get angry.

Seeing how calm he was, the old man didn't say anything.

After Monk Wuxiang left, the granddaughter next to the old man looked at Monk Wuxiang's back and said in a daze: "Master Wuxiang is so handsome, like Moko Kasyapa holding a flower and smiling. He must be thirty years old this year.

If he wants to marry a wife, I'm afraid many famous ladies in the Kyoto area will come to snatch her."

"Miko, you have watched too many TV dramas. The monks without form cannot marry." The old man is getting older, and he has some indescribable disgust towards the monks who can marry now. How can a true Buddhist practitioner marry?

Wife? If you can marry a wife, then why do you say that the four elements are all empty? How do you say that form is emptiness, and emptiness is the state of form?

"Oh..." The woman nodded, with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

…

In the main hall, most of the monks from Kinkakuji Temple have been gathered.

It was densely packed with hundreds of people.

In front of hundreds of monks, there was a young man holding the hand of a beautiful and shameless woman, and in front of them, there was a cold and arrogant girl holding a long sword.

"What's going on? Where is Zen Master Kuye? Where are the other Zen disciples?"

Frowning, the girl flicked the tassel on the long sword, placed it in front of her, and said, "I'm here, Kunlun, Jiang Xiaoya! I just approved my name."

Then, the girl took out a gilded invitation.

Then, she waved her palm gently, and the wind of her palm drove the invitation, slowly flying over, and landed in the hands of the monk who looked the most powerful.

The monk looked at the invitation and felt stupid, wondering what Jiang Xiaoya meant?

But at this moment, Jiang Xiaoya showed a cold smile and said: "I actually accepted the reply, so let's come out and fight!"

"What?" The monk opened his eyes wide, not understanding the situation at all. Why did he come out to fight after accepting the invitation? Moreover, he was not a monk. He was not responsible for fighting? He was just a sweeping monk.

, usually responsible for receiving tourists!

"Brother Wuwei, the invitation is for you!" The monk was not stupid. He had just seen the monk guarding the door, a two-hundred-pound man, easily carried in through the door by Jiang Xiaoya's thin body.

Then he threw it in the corner, knowing that this beautiful girl actually had a violent body.

So, he quickly threw the invitation into the hands of an older monk standing aside.

When the monk looked at Jiang Xiaoya's gaze, he suddenly shuddered and said with a bitter face: "What this poor monk is good at is helping people interpret dreams and sign fortunes. If a nobleman wants to get married, write a word and ask for a sign.

, the poor monk can help a little bit. However, the poor monk is really not good at things like going into battle."

"He can't do it, and you can't do it either! Why don't you find someone who can do it? Is it possible that I came all the way from Kunlun to receive the invitation just to listen to your nonsense? Or you, the Golden Pavilion Temple,

Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Xiaoya is very angry!

She originally thought that coming to Kinkakuji would be her first battle down the mountain, and it would also be a bloody battle for her to show off her prestige and reputation. For this, she even started to build momentum several days in advance! On the way here, she gained even more strength.

Breaking through to the ninth level of the Qi-entraining realm was just to deal with this battle, so as not to lose the face of the Kunlun Sect.

But who knew that none of the monks from the Kinkakuji Temple could be her opponent!

They are all a bunch of rubbish!

The most powerful one seems to be in the innate realm, that is, the great monk who stopped him at the door just now. However, what use is the innate realm in front of a cultivator like him? He can't even receive a palm!

The hateful Golden Pavilion Temple, the hateful old monk with dead leaves, could it be that they are here to play tricks on me, Jiang Xiaoya?

"What's wrong with you? A group of people are gathered here. What are they doing if they don't go to sleep?" At this moment, a young monk walked in from the side door and saw the junior disciples who usually complained about lack of sleep or hard practice.

, all in the main hall, but said strangely.

Even if guests come, there will be monks who know the guests and masters from Kinkakuji Temple will come to entertain them. What can these junior disciples do if they gather here?

"Brother!"

"Senior Brother Wuxiang!"

This monk has a handsome face. Even though he has shaved his head, you can still see his outstanding and handsome posture. As soon as he walked in, the other monks took a few steps back and made way for them. This shows the status of this monk.

, extraordinary.

"Senior brother, someone is kicking the gym! It's this... this woman!" Originally he wanted to talk about these three people, but after Yang Yunfan and Ye Qingxue came in, they didn't say or do anything. They just looked optimistic.

Look at them in a playful manner.

On the contrary, it was the youngest Jiang Xiaoya who screamed and killed her as soon as she arrived. And the most annoying thing is that this violent girl is so damn strong!

He is simply the best among masters, and he is at least as high as several floors!

"Xiaoya, be careful, he is stronger than you." Seeing Monk Wuxiang coming out, Yang Yunfan instinctively felt a sense of danger.

Although Monk Wuxiang doesn't have any murderous intent on his body, if he walks out and doesn't look with his eyes but feels it with his mind, he will find something different. The circle of heaven and earth around him seems to be empty, forming a strange

of black holes.

In Buddhist practice, this is one flower, one world, one thought, one Bodhi.

Specifically, it was his practice that allowed him to isolate himself from the mortal world and incorporate all the spiritual energy or elements in the space around him into his own world.

This state of mind can be said to be very superb among Zen practitioners.

"Oh? No wonder Old Monk Ku Ye was so relieved and left Kinkakuji Temple. It turns out that there is a master left here!"

Jiang Xiaoya's eyes narrowed slightly, and her cold gaze swept over Monk Wuxiang. She practiced Kunlun magic, and was best at the "Taiyi Light Splitting Sword". This swordsmanship was rumored to be one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun.
Chapter completed!