Ouyang Rong heard the words, said aloud:

"The master who has never spoken is the most understandable person in the audience."

The atmosphere is silent.

In the pavilion, a middle -aged Zen master who gathered in the audience still kept his eyes still, as if he was sleeping.

At this time, Li Yu looked at the left and right, as if he found something, he reacted and asked:

"Mingfu, how can only Yan participate in the army and several brothers and Taiwan ... Let's just have such a person?

Yan Liulang looked at Li Yu.

The Fang family, the sisters of the Fang family, and the monks in the pavilion all looked at it.

Ouyang Rong's face is bland, saying truthfully:

"No, they are in Puyang Grottoes. The things here have nothing to do with them, and they don't need them."

Li Yu did not understand the connotation of Ouyang Rong's last sentence "don't need them", but he was not deaf. He understood the previous words.

The choppy face changed slightly and swallowed quietly.

He immediately pulled Ouyang Rong's cuffs and whispered:

"Son, Cao Min suddenly remembered things, let's go out and say, walk away ..."

Li Yu's forehead sweating greeted Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and others evacuated.

Yan Liulang and the fifteen elite caught heads did not squint. They stood behind Ouyang Rong silently without receiving the latter's order, and they remained motionless.

Li Yu was in a hurry, going to pull Ouyang Rong's cuffs and whispered:

"Son, go quickly, they are many, big girls are in the building, they may come out at any time ..."

Fang Ziwu, Mrs. Fang, and the sisters of Fang family noticed that the chubby panic movement around Ouyang Rong.

Fang Ziwu sighed a little, Mrs. Fang was silent.

Fang Jianjian has been silently back to the pavilion, waiting slightly.

Fang Shengnan hummed, and he was gambling with his head.

"Son, the embroidery girl's affairs can be discussed from a long way ..."

Li Yu almost begged his tone, lowered his voice and said halfway, and suddenly found that his palm was held, and he was the son in front of him. He stunned.

Ouyang Rong took Li Yu's palm of his cuffs away, patted his sleeve, grabbed a wooden chair next to him, dragged the wooden chair, and passed by some of the confused Fang family, and walked into the pavilion.

Yan Liulang held the piano box and was behind the young thorns like the class.

For the sake of being dragged away, the two chairs rubbed the ground and made the harsh sound of "wow", which attracted the attention of everyone at this moment.

Under the straight eyes of Li Yu and the Fang family, Ouyang Rong put the wooden chair in front of a middle -aged Zen master in the pavilion.

The young thorns patted clothes, sat on the upper side of the wooden chair, sat opposite the middle -aged Zen master, and looked at the monk.

"Ask you, what can Yu Nianyuan look for you?"

One fingering the eyelids of the Zen Master slightly moved, and seemed to open a seam, and looked at Ouyang Rong.

Four eyes are relative.

He didn't say a word, and raised a finger at Ouyang Rong.

After Ouyang Rong saw it, he smiled, turned his head and picked up the tea cup from the next Mrs. Fang, and took the tea to blow his mouth.

"This official remembers that I said it in Chengtian Temple last time. Don't erected your boring thing again, selling the simple Zen method for you, fortunately this is a vertical index finger, not the middle finger."

After the reminder, the young thorn history seemed to have nothing to happen, and repeatedly asked:

"Have you seen the embroidered mother?

One meant that the Zen master heard his words, his face was still silent, and his eyes looked at Ouyang Rong's eyes.

He put down his hand first, and then raised his hand again.

A fingers are erected.

Ouyang Rong nodded, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the index finger head of the middle -aged Zen master.

Just when the middle -aged Zen master and the inside and outside of the pavilion doubt this strange action.

There is a [arc] appearing in the pavilion.

As the middle -aged Zen master condensed, it scored lightly through the root of his index finger.

Blood lines on the skin emerge.

[Arc] Return to the top of his head, Ouyang Rong cut off a finger and throw it on the ground. Under the gaze of the Zen master gradually glaring, Ouyang Rong took out the handkerchief elegantly and wiped his blood -stained palm.

"Ah!" Mrs. Fang screamed first.

Fang Ziwu, Fang Shengnan looked at the broken fingers of the middle -aged Zen master in a horrifying manner, blood shot.

Li Yu's face was shocked. This scene looked dry.

One fingering the Zen master was the most doubtful first, looking down at the broken finger, and his face was pale, his mouth kept trembling, and he looked at the [arc] in front of him.

It's Ding Jian.

His almost purple crimson aura rushed to stop the bleeding at the broken finger, but the blood still shot out, like spraying rain.

Because this is a wound cut from the mythical Dingjian.

This Dharma's deep Zen monk has a long silent face for a long time, and it is extremely exciting for a moment. At a certain time, he finally stood up, fist tightly, covered the broken finger, and bent down like shrimp, couldn't care about it, couldn't care

Pick up that cut -off finger.

Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted: "Look at me!"

The middle -aged Zen master moved and turned around, and his eyes looked at Ouyang Rong.

I saw that Ouyang Rong's eyes were silent and lifted a index finger towards him. The middle -aged Zen master almost followed the subconscious follow, and he began to raise his index finger.

Empty index finger.

A fingering master suddenly realized something, and looked at the index finger in front of him, looking directly at his Confucian shirt youth.

I saw that the original painful face of the Zen master was stunned first, and the next moment, the eyes were suddenly cheerful, just like enlightenment.

The middle -aged Zen master who had the unclearly enlightened Dharma who had been erected with the indexes suddenly stood up and closed the bloody nine fingers and two palms.

Refers, I didn't go to see the dreamy [Ding Sword]. He seemed to be an epiphany, in the pavilion, and looked at the fingers that he didn't know when he stopped bleeding.

Ouyang Rong did not take care of the Zen master who had a breeze, took a cup of tea, turned around and walked out of the pavilion.

I still remember that he had lost his feet and fell into a well. He was awakened in the Palace of the Palace. At that time, he was still in the drums by embroidered mother. He had a short -term Dharma answer with the Lao Dharma who rescued him.

What is the first meaning of Holy?

There is no sanctification.

That is, nothing is empty.

In the pavilion, Yan Liulang didn't follow anymore, holding a sword box with a hand, and watched the back of the young thorns with the wonderful people.

The audience was silent.

Ouyang Rong took a suspended [arc], and went to the small building in front.

This time, no one dared to stop him.

No one persuaded him again.

Mrs. Fang Shiwu was frightened and couldn't afford to kneel.

Others have become dumb.

When I came to the door of the Tibetan book, Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Fang Fang, do you know what the official is different from you? That is, if you are weak, you shut up, do not have nonsense."

He was overwhelming, pushing away the close door of the library building, picking up the steps, and all the way to the building.

With a short time, Ouyang Rong walked into the warm pavilion.

At the eyes, there is a huge sand table.

Nuan Ge is empty.

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Chapter completed!