The monk saw the opportunity and blocked all the way to retreat.

It was originally foolproof.

But as soon as the nightmare master came out, his true energy was reversed!

His body stagnated in the air, and his body suddenly became out of control. He fell into the air in a croaking sound and hit the ground with a thud!

He hit the horse party face down!

Bad boy, should I be so mean to be a teacher...

This position was ill-thinking, so he hurriedly got up.

But just as soon as he supported himself with his arms, Master Qingfeng hit his handsome face with a heavy punch.

He was knocked out on the spot—

Bad boy, you're really a lie to death.

But it’s better to be knocked away, take the opportunity to slip away!

The monk did not come back to fight with Master Qingfeng, but instead leaped onto the roof not far away, and disappeared into the endless night.

The monk took out his energy to be reincarnated, used his light skills to the extreme, and left the gloomy and weird alley far behind.

He wished he could run for 800 miles in one breath, and finally stopped at a corner where no one was around.

I haven't been so tired even when I was fighting.

“Hu~Hu~Hu~Hu~”

He leaned one arm against the edge of the wall, slightly supported his body, and grabbed his clothes with the other hand, slapped the wind one by one.

"I finally got rid of it... The little grinding spirit is so terrible..."

He leaned against the wall, and exhaled with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a shadow that was pulled by the moonlight quietly approached and projected gloomyly at his feet.

The master of the shadow raised the demon's hand.

A sudden warning suddenly arose in his heart, and he turned around.

Um?

No one?

"Master!"

The little demon jumped out from behind him.

His body stiffened again.

The little devil walked around him, raised his little head, and said cutely: "Master, it's really you!"

The monk was about to cry without tears.

I ran so far for the Mao, but I still didn’t get rid of you?

How did you catch up!

There is something in the world called shortcuts.

The monk looked at Xiao Jingkong with innocent faces, then looked at Gu Jiao who was touching her chin with a deep thought look on her face, and thunder flashed across her head.

Xiao Jingkong said excitedly: "Master, Master, Master! Why are you here to Shengdu? Are you here to find me? Have you read the letters I wrote to you? Why don't you always reply to me? Has the abbot returned to the temple? How are the Jingfan, Jingshan, Jingxin and others? Do you think of me, brothers?"

Xiao Jingkong, turned into a small trumpet spirit in one second.

Tell a joke, the monks in the entire temple could not recite him.

The monk looked desperate and wanted me to answer, but you would like to let me get in the first place!

"Master, Master! I will take you to meet Jiaojiao!" Xiao Jingkong couldn't wait to introduce his master and Jiaojiao to know each other.

Gu Jiao walked over, stood beside the two of them, tilted her head and looked at the beautiful monk, and squinted her eyes and said, "So you are the white-bearded old man."

The monk was confused: "What white bearded old man?"

Gu Jiao looked at the little guy beside him: "Jingkong, didn't you say that your master is an old man?"

Xiao Jingkong said seriously: "Yes! I am a little man, isn't my master the old man? He said it himself!"

"If you don't do it, do you want me, the old man, to do it?"

Xiao Jingkong imitated vividly.

In order to be lazy, he always finds various excuses to call his disciples to do this and that monk: "..."

"Cough." He cleared his throat and performed a Buddhist ritual with one hand, "Amitabha, my monk's Dharma name is Chen."

Gu Jiao: "Haha."

...

On the other side, Xiao Heng met Taoist Qingfeng.

He recognized that this was the young Taoist priest who rescued him on the street last time, but because there was no portrait of Taoist priest Qingfeng in the library of the National Master Hall, Xiao Heng did not know his true identity.

Xiao Heng greeted him: "Master Taoist."

Master Qingfeng looked at Xiao Heng, nodded slightly, and then turned around and walked away.

Xiao Heng: “…”

Xiao Heng looked at Qingfeng Dao's long-distance back and said thoughtfully: "It seems that I don't remember me anymore."

He never takes good deeds to heart. He is really a Taoist priest with noble character.

...

Xiao Heng waited at the entrance of the alley for a while, and Gu Jiao led Xiao Jingkong toward this side. Xiao Jingkong jumped and felt more happy than when he came out.

Behind the two were the young monk who had just fought with the young Taoist priest.

He was wearing a gray monk's robe, tall and stunning appearance, and held a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand.

Now he looks like a compassionate monk, but when he first fought, he looks like a murderous evil god.

The three stopped in front of Xiao Heng.

Gu Jiao said to Xiao Jingkong: "I'll introduce it to your brother-in-law."

Xiao Jingkong said oh.

"Brother-in-law, he is my master, Lachen."

"Master, he is my brother-in-law Xiao Heng."

The introduction of Xiao Heng's true identity was obtained by Gu Jiao's consent.

Gu Jiao used her original voice when she was talking to Le Chen. Now that there were more people on the street, she changed to the voice of a boy again.

Xiao Heng was already a little mentally prepared and greeted him politely: "Master Lechen."

Le Chen performed a Buddhist ritual in a decent manner: "Donor Xiao."

The intersection is not the place to talk. It happened that there was a stall selling dumplings nearby. Xiao Jingkong looked at the stall and drooled. Several people decided to go over and sit down.

"A bowl of dumpling skin." Gu Jiao said to the boss.

The boss was stunned. It was the first time I met someone who came to eat dumpling skins for so many years in the stall.

Gu Jiao continued: "Use clean water."

Boss: "Ah."

Neither Gu Jiao nor Xiao Heng were hungry.

Gu Jiao looked at Chen: "What stuffing does Master Lechen want to eat?"

Xiao Heng looked at Gu Jiao strangely. No matter what filling the dumplings are, they are made of meat? They are not dumplings.

Le Chen chuckled softly: "Cake pork stuffing."

Gu Jiao said to the boss: "Give me a bowl of cabbage and pork dumplings, a big bowl."

The boss looked even more confused when he looked at the monk in front of him.

Several people sat down at a small square table.

Xiao Jingkong wanted to sit next to Gu Jiao, and they sat aside.

Xiao Heng and Le Chen sat on one side and faced each other.

The boss boiled a bowl of dumpling skin in clean water, and Gu Jiao drained most of the soup, leaving less than one-third. He mixed it with vegetarian oil, vinegar sauce and a little pickle and handed it to Xiaojingkong.

Xiao Jingkong started eating with a feast.

Le Chen smiled and said, "Donor Gu takes good care of Jingkong."

The kind from the heart is good.

No wonder I didn't return the little guy.
To be continued...