Luo Qitao slowly stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at the door of the mansion, as if he saw outside through the screen wall and the gate. He said coldly: "Who are you, why do you need to meddle in other people's business?" He was really afraid of the visitor outside. He just now had a high level of cultivation and did not notice when the man came. He ignored Zhu Qingsheng and stared at the outside with all his attention, like a leopard about to hunt.

The man outside said slowly, "I'm just one person, why bother to him. I'm disrespectful. I have a request to ask the donor to let that young man go. He is still young, why bother to make things difficult for him."

Zhu Qingsheng heard the old and gentle voice, and listened to his words, like a monk who became a monk. They had never interfered with each other. Unexpectedly, he, a little Taoist priest, was in trouble today, and the old monk came to save him. Zhu Qingsheng was grateful, but when he thought of Luo Qitao's cold and ruthless personality, he hoped that the monk outside would leave quickly so as not to be harmed by Luo Qitao's poisonous hands.

Luo Qitao snorted, "It's a human or a ghost, a beast or a beast, you have to have a name. Even if you are a monk, you have no worries, you will have a magic number. Report it quickly, so that you won't know who you are if you become a lonely ghost." While speaking, two black lights in your left hand circled intertwined, and the Dahao Ming Bell slowly emerged.

The man outside said, "The old monk has long been nameless and no surname. Why should the donor be obsessed with a name? I have been wandering for half my life, without a residence or place, and I still remember the Dharma name. It is very vulgar, only the word "emptiness and enlightenment."

It turned out to be him, Luo Qitao and Zhu Qingsheng were both surprised.

Zhu Qingsheng remembered that Master mentioned before that there was an ascetic monk in the world who seemed to have made a mistake when he was young, and was saved by Buddhism, and was devoted to goodness. Later, he made a great wish, not to travel around the mountains and rivers, experience all the sufferings of the world, and to vow not to enter the Western Pure Land, nor to enter the six realms of reincarnation. He was willing to bury it in the dust and his soul was scattered.

Unexpectedly, he would meet him here today. Zhu Qingsheng immediately thought that what he had most circulated in the world was his ascetic experience and perseverance, but he knew very little about his cultivation. He used a sentence that monk Kongjue often said: "The level of cultivation is not only measured by the depth of his skills."

Luo Qitao browsed instead. Zhu Qingsheng was young and had a shallow knowledge. It would be fine if he didn't understand the world. Luo Qitao had been living in the world for half of his life. Although he had never seen Monk Kongjue, nor did he take action to perform, he thought that Monk Kongjue had dared to spend most of his life alone in this world of good and evil, and his cultivation was quite good, but he didn't expect to meet him today.

Luo Qitao hesitated in his heart. He had not recovered from his serious injury and had a new arm. It would be fine to bully a junior like Zhu Qingsheng. He was really not sure when he met a strange person like Kongjue. Zhu Qingsheng really didn't want to let him go. With him, he could directly threaten Sima Yuanji. Wouldn't it be much easier to take revenge?

Guan Yunzhu had a stomach full of anger before, but could no longer bear it. She stepped forward and pointed at the gate and shouted, "You old monk, since you know that you have no name or surname, you haven't gotten away yet. It's okay if you don't know your name. My uncle's surname is Luo, and you have never heard of the name of Tao?"

Luo Qitao cried out inwardly, and Guan Yunzhu said this, and this battle was bound to be fought.

The monk Kongjue outside said slowly, "It turns out that it is Mr. Luo Qi Taoluo from the Buddha Crying Altar. He has heard of the great name for a long time. I am lucky to know it." After a pause, he continued, "Mr. Luo has a very high seniority and is also very famous in the world. I think he will not be unable to get along with a young man. I will lower his identity. Please ask Mr. Luo to tell me that the young man will be released."

Luo Qitao said intimately: This old monk is so good at speaking. Although this statement is very polite, the secret meaning is that with your identity as Mr. Luo Qitao, if you bully a junior, it will definitely not be nice to spread to the world. At that time, not only will the righteous path find an opportunity to chase you, but even your evil path will look down on you and become a laughing stock.

Luo Qitao said coldly: "It's a pity that this kid's master owes me something, but the master can't find it. Of course, he asked his disciple for it."

Monk Kongjue said, "I don't know what this young master owes the gentleman, so I have to pursue it so hard."

Luo Qitao glanced at his empty right arm sleeve and snorted: "If I said that, will you return it to me?"

Monk Kongjue said lightly: "As long as this young master does something wrong and has any debts, I am willing to repay it on his master's behalf."

"Then you come and return it." Luo Qitao suddenly stood up and ran outward. The Dahao Ming Bell in his hand rotated rapidly, and a trace of black air emerged like a thread, covering his whole body like smoke, flashing slightly, and losing its trace out of thin air.

Zhu Qingsheng still remembers this scene freshly. At dawn yesterday, Luo Qitao suddenly appeared in front of him and caught him off guard. If the master had not saved his life with the Six Ding and Six Jia divine talisman in time, he would have become a dead soul under the bell. Thinking of Luo Qitao's move, he didn't know whether the Kongjue monk could stop it.

Qi Yunfei pulled Guan Yunzhu's sleeve and said, "Senior Brother Guan, do you think our uncle can beat that old monk? Judging from the old monk's tone, he seems to be quite capable."

Guan Yunzhu said: "Uncle Luo is very skilled, junior brother, what are you worried about? But there is one thing I want you to help you."

Qi Yunfei said, "What's the busy thing? Senior brother has his life, and junior brother will follow it."

Guan Yunzhu's eyes were full of fierceness and stared at Zhu Qingsheng and said, "I have been disliked by this kid for a long time. Now I'm just taking advantage of the uncle's trip. I'll teach this kid some lessons. Junior brother, you won't stop him."

Qi Yunfei hesitated and said, "This, this, well, as long as you don't kill him and make Unhappy Uncle Master unhappy, then I have nothing to say."

Guan Yunzhu said gloomyly: "This is natural. If you kill him in one go, there will be no fun. I will torture him a little bit until he kowtows and begs for mercy."

Zhu Qingsheng heard it and secretly said that it was not good. He was not afraid of suffering, but he was not willing to fall into the hands of a person like Guan Yunzhu. He would rather die in the hands of a great hero than a villain who was much better than a person who was living a life of silence.

The bells outside were rolling, and a golden light burst out from time to time. It seemed that the fight was very intense. Guan Yunzhu sneered and pulled out a black iron rod about one foot long from her back. It shook slightly and turned into three feet long. He looked at Zhu Qingsheng with pleasure and disgust, and walked towards Zhu Qingsheng little by little.

Suddenly, Qi Yunfei shouted in great panic: "Senior Brother, look quickly, look quickly, what is that?"

Guan Yunzhu didn't look back and said, "Look at me later, let this kid suffer a little first."

"No, senior brother, please take a look first, something is wrong."

Guan Yunzhu was so panicked when she heard his junior brother shouting, as if something had happened. When she looked back, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhu Qingsheng saw it early. It was on the wall in the middle of the lobby that wisps of gray air floated out and gradually condensed into a human form. He was in the air, with a translucent figure, like a ghost. He slowly turned around and saw his thin eyebrows and starry eyes, a scholar-like appearance, with a peach wood hairpin on his hair, and his face was gentle. Zhu Qingsheng was shocked. Who was it not Sima Yuanji?

(End of this chapter)
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