Chapter 970 The little monk from Dalin Temple

Meng Daling said strangely: "What is this Dalin Temple, and what is the Dalin Temple? Why do I become more confused as I listen to it?"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said mysteriously: "Come with me!"

As he said that, Zhang Xiaohua held Meng's hand, and the two of them walked past the gate of Dalin Temple, along the mountain path up the mountain, and headed to the back mountain.

Behind the mountain is a dense forest, with birds chirping from time to time. When the two walked in it, a peaceful feeling filled their hearts. Meng looked at Zhang Xiaohua sideways, and Zhang Xiaohua also had the same heart at this time. She looked at her with a smile. Meng smiled and placed her head on Zhang Xiaohua's not very wide shoulder. Zhang Xiaohua reached out to wrap her hand around Meng's waist, and the two snuggled up to the path strolling in the mountains.

Warm time is always short. Just when Zhang Xiaohua and Meng hope that the path will continue forever, they will come to the place of a mountain spring. "Are you thirsty?" Zhang Xiaohua asked softly in Meng's ear.

"No thirst, don't talk, I just want to hear your heartbeat!"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled, but before he could finish laughing, she raised her eyebrows and looked up at the mountain road in the distance. Meng Benshu closed her eyes slightly, but just as Zhang Xiaohua raised her eyes, her eyes also opened. At the end of the mountain road in the distance, in a moment, a group of bald monks ran over, looking at her teenage years old.

This team of monks was strange. They used their feet as light skills that were common in the world. However, when they were used, their arms were spread out, and they each carried a huge bucket about the same height as theirs. The bottom of the bucket was different from usual, and they were all pointed.

The monks came over to Zhang Xiaohua and the others, but they looked at them without looking at them. They walked straight to the mountain spring. Everyone threw the buckets in their hands into the spring, and put two buckets of water in their hands. Then, like when they came just now, they stretched their arms flat and grabbed the two buckets of water.

"This..." Zhang Xiaohua and Meng were shocked when they saw this. The bucket was quite big. If they were fed, they would probably have hundreds of kilograms. These little monks were only in their teenage years, and they even took the bucket to their shoulders. How could they do it if the strength of their hands was not hundreds of kilograms?

Zhang Xiaohua and Meng looked at each other, and they were both surprised. These monks were the lowest-generation disciples of Dalin Temple at first sight. This water carrying must be their daily homework. As the saying goes, "Looking through the leopards". Just looking at the skills of the little monk, you can know how rich the famous Dalin Temple is!

"My little master, is Dalin Temple in front?" Meng hurriedly asked the last little monk.

But the little monk just glanced at him, ignored him, and turned straight with the bucket in his hands, "This little monk is really ignorant!" Meng said softly.

The little monk seemed to hear his little ears twitched, but at this moment, perhaps because of distraction, or perhaps because the mountain spring was wet and slippery. When the little monk's feet slipped, his whole body fell into the mountain spring.

However, even so, the little monk still held the two buckets tightly with his hands. It was exactly this way. The two buckets weighed hundreds of pounds, which made the monk unable to adjust his balance for a while, so he fell into the spring. At this time, it was too late to let go.

"Ouch~" Seeing that the little monk was about to fall into the water, Meng Bukuo screamed out loud, and his body moved slightly, and he was about to rescue him. But before she could scream, she saw Zhang Xiaohua's familiar figure, like a wisp of smoke floating towards the little monk. The little monk didn't even notice it, and grabbed his neck with one hand and pulled him out of thin air from above the mountain spring. Then she floated again and landed on the mountain road. The monk and the two buckets in the monk's hand were like feathers!

Zhang Xiaohua made a quick move. When the little monks in front of him heard Meng's exclamation, they turned around and Zhang Xiaohua had already landed on the ground with the little monk. The little monk was slightly stunned. Then a smile appeared on his face. He wanted to fold his hands and thank him. He looked at the buckets on both hands and nodded apologetically at Zhang Xiaohua. Then he looked at the group of monks in front, raised the corners of his right eye eyebrows, and then stood up and chased the little monk in front.

"This little monk? Why don't you thank me?" Meng said dissatisfiedly: "Although it was not a life-saving grace, it didn't make him a trash!"

Zhang Xiaohua knew that Meng was still a little alert to the Dalin Temple, so she complained and laughed: "You didn't see that these little monks were just silent. The little monk was about to fall into the water and didn't say anything. And then he looked at the buckets, which seemed to be so sharp that they wouldn't stop. Hehe, I didn't see the little monk just now winking, wouldn't it mean to let us keep up?"

"Oh, that's it." Meng smiled, then smashed the mouth again, and said, "Xiaohua, hehe, your light skills are indeed not good, it's far worse than Senior Sister Chen Chen. You have to work hard to cultivate your internal skills in the future. Alas, the world is so sinister, I still have to rely on your protection!"

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaohua was stunned and explained unfairly: "Meng, then who can I compare with? Why should I compare with Senior Sister Chen? He is a direct disciple of the inner sect, and now he is a disciple of the inheritance. It is said that if nothing unexpected happens, he will be in the current position of Master Jinggang in the future. How can I compare with her?"

"Hehe, then... then compare with Senior Sister Kong? Compare with Yuyan?"

Zhang Xiaohua was speechless, so she had to pat her arms and said, "I understand, that's all my role models for me to chase after. The leader has given me internal skills and mental methods. When I practice well, I will ask you for the peerless light skills of the incense sect!"

"Shh~" Meng stretched out a finger and placed it beside Zhang Xiaohua's mouth, blocking what he was about to say, and smiled and said, "Don't ask me for advice. I'm not as good as you. If you learn from me, you won't know how to harm me!" Then he looked at the little monk who was gradually moving away, his eyes turned, and said, "How about you learn from these little monks? On the one hand, they practice arm strength, and on the other hand, they seem to practice light martial arts!"

Zhang Xiaohua pinched her chin and said, "What she said makes sense. The light skills of the incense sect are squeamish. It is obvious that it is a woman who practices it. It's better to learn from Dalin Temple. There is always some masculine spirit!"

"Bah!" Meng spat: "If that were the case, wouldn't it be chased by Senior Sister Chen Qianli?"

Then, he looked ahead and smiled and said, "Let's go, let's not talk, if you don't leave, those little monks will go far!"

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Meng and smiled sweetly. The two of them walked quickly just to want the group of little monks to chase after him.

Although the little monk was young, he walked very fast. He seemed to be practicing here often. When Zhang Xiaohua walked through a valley, three forks appeared. The three roads were exactly the same, and there was no difference. The group of little monks had long disappeared. "Xiaohua, look!" Meng frowned at first, and then smiled at the road in the middle: "You are not a helper for nothing, you can receive rewards in just a moment!"

When Zhang Xiaohua looked carefully, there were indeed some slight water stains on the roadside.

"Haha, this little monk is interesting." Zhang Xiaohua touched her nose and said, "I didn't ask what we were doing when we came to Dalin Temple, I just pointed out the way!"

"Hehe, what are you doing? Do you think Dalin Temple will be afraid of you? Don't feel too good!" Meng sneered.

"That's right!" Zhang Xiaohua nodded: "The leader asked me to be a Dharma protector, but he didn't ask me about my original sect at all. Isn't that true?"

"Okay, let's go!" Meng Yi pulled Xiaohua's hand and the two of them walked in the middle.

Although I have a horse riding, Meng still likes to hold her lover's hand like this, step by step, as if only in this way can I feel at ease!

After another bag of cigarettes, the mountain path gradually became flat and wider, and there was also a whole piece of bluestone paving. A smooth platform was carved out on the mountain wall not far from the left. There was a triangular pavilion on the platform. At this time, there was a tall monk with a shiny head standing on it with a crescent shovel in his hand.

The monk heard the sound of horse hooves and saw Zhang Xiaohua and the others. He frowned slightly and did not come down. He shouted loudly: "The two little donors who are traveling around the mountains and rivers are Buddhist gates in front of them. You cannot move forward. Please go to other places to play!"

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua also shouted: "Master, I would like to ask, is this place the famous Dalin Temple in the world?"

"Huh?" When the monk heard this, he immediately became alert. He jumped down from the platform, fell on the stone wall, and his feet were so hard that he could use eight steps to drive the cicadas to come to Zhang Xiaohua.

"Two donors, what are you doing in Dalin Temple? Did you come here with your name? Or would you want to become famous?"

Zhang Xiaohua was stunned and said strangely: "If you want to become famous, why do you come to Dalin Temple?"

"Hehe, little donor, no one knows this world. My Dalin Temple is the most compassionate person. Generally speaking, those who come to Dalin Temple to challenge will greet each other with a good face and will not hurt you. If you are lucky and can defeat one, you can say that you have defeated the monk of Dalin Temple. Isn't that reputation spread? If you defeated it, it doesn't matter. Once you eat vegetarian food, wipe your mouth and go back, and wait for two days to come!"

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly realized and smiled and said, "This great monk misunderstood. We are not the ones you said..."

"It's not what I said, then why are you here? This is not something that ordinary people can come!" The monk said without waiting for Zhang Xiaohua to finish speaking.

Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly, pointed to the dream, and said, "Then... Master, look at my senior sister's dressing like this, don't you know the reason for us?"

"What's so strange about dressing like this?" The monk waved his hand as soon as he heard it: "I have been patrolling here for several years. Every day, women come to dress up as disciples of the Incense Sect, but which one is true? Don't do any tricks of scattering the fish!"

"Ah???" Not to mention Zhang Xiaohua, even Meng was shocked. They never expected that someone would pretend to be a disciple of the Chuanxiang Sect!
Chapter completed!