Luo Qi's body looked like a ghost, and when black smoke flashed, he appeared outside the gate.

The moonlight was like water, quietly covering the old monk. The old monk was wearing a Buddhist gray dress, patched on his shoulders and elbows, snow-white eyebrows, sallow and dry face, and thin body. He stood there with his hands folded, as if the gust of wind could blow away, but in Luo Qitao's eyes, it seemed like a mountain that could not be shaken.

Monk Kongjue whispered: "What a 'a thousand miles' in the Buddha's altar. I'm lucky today to open my eyes."

Luo Qitao was shocked. This "Middle of Miles" was his secret technique in the Buddhist altar. It means that as long as he has enough cultivation, using this technique, it is as fast as walking thousands of miles away. Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is also extremely fast to use it in practice. Unexpectedly, he only appeared in front of this monk Kongjue, so he recognized it. Judging from his eyesight, it seemed that he was a little stronger than Sima Yuanji.

Although Luo Qitao was afraid in his heart, he still said disdainfully: "That's right, it's a thousand miles away. Since my teaching is called the Buddha Crying Altar, it is naturally what you monks and nuns are afraid of."

Monk Kongjue whispered: "Amitabha, the Buddha said: There is no sorrow or joy, no ignorance or anger. Since monks have become monks, they have abandoned their seven emotions and six desires, so how can they cry and fear be said?"

Luo Qitao snorted, "Since I have become a monk and have abandoned my emotions and six desires, then I will still be in charge of my other people's business."

Monk Kongjue bowed deeply: "It is better to save a life than to build a seven-level pagoda. Please ask the donor to be kind and let that innocent young man go. I thank you deeply here."

Luo Qitao said harshly: "What if I don't let it go?"

Monk Kongjue sighed, bowed to the end, and said, "Amitabha, I offended you."

Nothing could be seen in any way. Just after Monk Kongjue worshipped, Luo Qitao's eyes flashed in front of him, and Monk Kongjue appeared three feet away. Luo Qitao was shocked and immediately took three steps back. Unexpectedly, Monk Kongjue was still following him closely, still three feet away in front of him.

With just this move, Luo Qitao had already estimated that the old monk's skills must be better than him. Even if he was not seriously injured or had his arms broken, he was still not as good as Sima Yuan and in his heyday twenty years ago.

As soon as he thought of this, Luo Qitao couldn't help but feel timid and dared not take action first, so as not to find a loophole by him and take the opportunity to attack him. The black mist overflowing from the Dahao Ming Bell gradually condensed and covered with three layers of protection in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Monk Kongjue did not pursue him, but instead bowed deeply and said, "I offended this time, please forgive me. I will beg you once, please see the young man and let him go."

Luo Qitao hesitated in his heart that if he promised this old monk, he would just let a young man like Zhu Qingsheng go, and he would not be able to escape without much loss. But once this matter spread to the world, everyone heard that he was scared away by the old monk Kongjue and handed over the people obediently. Not only would he not be able to gain a foothold in the world in the future, but the master would also be shamed. That would be even more unbearable than death.

But if you try your best, you may not be able to make it well in the hands of Monk Kongjue.

Luo Qitao was worried, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. Monk Kongjue did not urge him, but still stood quietly in front of him, waiting for his reply.

As time passed by little by little, Luo Qitao gritted his teeth: At worst, he would be here today and no longer bowed his head in front of this old monk. At this moment, he actually understood Zhu Qingsheng's feelings a little.

The black fog flowed slowly. Just as he was about to take action, a thunderous laugh suddenly came from the air: "Junior brother, the brother is late, it's because of the wrong brother. I should be punished."

Luo Qitao was overjoyed when he heard the sound and shouted, "Senior Brother Seven? I have been waiting here for a long time."

In the dark night, a man came quickly with his roof lit up, and in the blink of an eye it fell to the two of them from the air. He saw his wide forehead, square face, straight eyebrows, cold face, and a eight-foot-high body. A black bell slowly rotated around his whole body, wearing a black gold silk robe, dressed in a same outfit as Luo Qitao.

The strong man, known as Senior Brother Seven, saw Monk Kongjue and said lightly: "Who is the master? Why are you here?" Although he was kind-hearted, his murderous intention was revealed.

Monk Kongjue bowed and said, "I Kongjue, you are Mr. Yang Qihouyang, the seventh place in the 'Eighteen Bells of Dahao' in the Buddha Crying Altar. Today I met two masters from the Buddha Crying Altar one after another, and I was very lucky to meet them."

Seeing that he could determine his identity with just one title, Yang Qihou was very alert. When he remembered the rumors he had heard before, he felt that this person was very difficult and said, "I have heard of the master's reputation before and vowed to travel 100,000 miles of mountains and rivers. I admire this very much. I wonder what is the price to do when I come here tonight?"

Monk Kongjue said slowly: "I came here to save a child. When I was passing by here just now, I accidentally heard the conversation between the child and the disciples of the noble sect. I found that the child was very strong, so I wanted to come here to ask Mr. Luo to let the child go once."

Luo Qitao took this opportunity to retreat to the vicinity of Yang Qihou and said, "Senior Brother, do you know who that kid is? He is Sima Yuanji's closed disciple, so he cannot be let go."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Yang Qihou's face changed, and Monk Kongjue also raised his eyebrows.

Yang Qihou said in a deep voice: "Didn't you hear that the old guy disappeared twenty years ago? Why did he reappear and take on a disciple?"

"Senior brother, you don't know that the old thief has been walking around the world..." At that moment, Yang Qihou briefly explained the experiences of the past few days.

Yang Qihou frowned and said, "How strange, the skills of the people who practice Taoism should not be getting more and more advanced. How could it be worse than before?"

Luo Qitao glanced at his right sleeve and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I took this opportunity to take the shame of Yixue's teaching twenty years ago. Now Sima Yuanji's whereabouts are in the mouth of his disciple Zhu Qingsheng. Sima Yuanji is so painful that he is so painful. He puts all the six-ding six-jia divine talismans and the sun parasol on him. There is no need to worry that boy doesn't know."

As soon as these words came out, even the face of Monk Kongjue changed. Yang Qihou asked tightly, "So you mean, now Sima Yuanji's apprentice is in your hands, and you have even taken the Kui Yang Parasol?"

"Yes, I was on my back just now. Just when I was about to cast a spell, I took it off my back, but I didn't expect the old monk to come suddenly."

Yang Qihou pondered for a moment and said, "This Kui Yang Umbrella is lost, and Sima Yuanji is half destroyed. Let's ask the kid about his master's whereabouts."

Monk Kongjue took a step and happened to block in front of the two of them. He clasped his hands together and said, "I didn't expect to meet an old friend here. It's a coincidence. I am blessed by Buddha. I am not talented, and I am willing to fight to the death to keep him safe."

(End of this chapter)
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