The Eternal Life of His Majesty

Chinese Temple

Qin Xuan glanced at Kong Wen faintly, and sat to the side.

As for the benefactor in the old monk's mouth, the corner of his mouth moved slightly.

“Old monk, don't you think it's worth the price to talk to me?” Qin Xuan's voice was a little cold.

Kong Wen immediately shook his head and said: "Talking to the donor, harvest more than that, it's clear that Lao Na has inherited the donor's affection."

Mo Qinglian at the side nearly choked to death without a mouthful of saliva Before Qin Xuan was clearly rip-off, the old monk praised his great talent. Now, you can actually flatter, is this special monk a great monk?

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, "That's it!"

He looked at the old monk, and the two of them had played quite a lot of puzzles, and he was going straight to the point.

The old monk asked him to stay and talk, of course he had something to ask for. Naturally, Qin Xuan would not help in vain, so he took the spiritual veins and three bodhi flowers as his price.

But now it seemed that the request of this old monk might be more difficult than the price he requested, so the old monk acknowledged Qin Xuan's love.

These words were explained by Qin Xuan to Mo Qinglian later, and Mo Qinglian suddenly realized.

But at this moment, Mo Qinglian was completely confused by the puzzles of the two people.

“Donor Qin, what do you think about China's current situation?” Kong Wen asked with a smile.

Qin Xuan was too lazy to fight with the old monk and said directly: "If I had expected that to be true, after this storm, the strength of Huaxia martial arts would have lost sixty-seven, he said, and losing the Guard Government was the worst. I'm afraid it'll have a power of 12. That's good to keep. "

"It goes without saying that the four great powers that have entered China, killed 800 enemies and wounded a thousand, I fear this will be a situation where both lose and lose."

Kong Wen nodded and sighed: "That's right!"

Even though he was in the mountains, he judged the situation from the clues.

“Donor Qin, what do you think of the Chinese family?” Kong Wen asked again.

Speaking of the Chinese family, Qin Xuan's mouth fished a sneer, "A group of idiots who only know their home but do not know the country, what can they see?"

With these words, he considered all the noble families in China to be scolded. Among them, there was no shortage of the Qin family where his grandfather was, and even Mo Qinglian was a little uncomfortable listening.

But I have to admit that Qin Xuan is telling the truth.

There are now over 300 Grandmasters of Huaxia. Among them, there were about 100 sword holders in the National Guardian Mansion. The rest are among the big families, but now? How many masters have appeared in different parts of China who come from extended families? Of the masters who died, how many of them were masters of a large family?

It was the Guard House. Nearly a hundred swordsmen were killed, seven to eight out of ten. Among the bodies collected by the military, 70 or 80 bodies belonged to the Guard House.

“I only know his family, but I don't know his country. What donors say is very accurate!” Kong Wen sighed, affectionately, “Family problems, this is a Chinese curse since ancient times. The family is the world, and the family is ahead of the country. This family is only the interests of the family, but never consider it for the country. "

When talking about aristocratic families, Kong Wen was also full of helplessness.

"If an overseas grandmaster were to enter China and the three hundred Chinese grandmasters would come out, how could this cause the situation today." Qin Xuan said nonchalantly, "Didn't you come to me to talk about family?"

"Of course not!" Kong Wen said: "The family is like this, and cannot be changed by one person. After the family, I want to ask the donor, you can tell why Haiqing is suddenly so active. It's obviously a matter of death."

Qin Xuan frowned, wondering what kind of medicine the old monk in the gourd was selling.

"I heard that green master might be desperate, so he gave his life and came to China to take revenge," Qin Xuan said.

He didn't know much about certain things, and he didn't have this interest.

“So, this battle is inevitable for Huaxia.” The old monk lowered his head slightly and sighed, “Huaxia has left quite a lot of blood.”

"so?"

“So, Lao Na hopes donors can get into my Pluo Shrine.” Kong Wen raised his head, and his calm eyes were very firm.

Before Qin Xuan spoke, Mo Qinglian could not help but shout.

Kong Wen looked at Mo Qinglian with a smile, "Don't panic female donor, she's not a monk, she's only joined me at Pluo Temple for a while."

Qin Xuan furrowed her brows as she looked at Kong Wen, and there was finally a wave in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

"it's good!"

Qin Xuan replied, and he did not ask anything else.

Kong Wen smiled, he nodded and said, "There are seven bodhi flowers behind the temple, all left behind by every grand paradise in Pluo Temple, and the donors can pluck them."

Qin Xuan nodded, got up slowly, and sighed softly, "OK!"

He looked at the smiling old monk, shook his head slightly, turned around and walked out of the house with Mo Qinglian.

Zhiyu was still standing foolishly at the mountain gate, Qin Xuan raised his head and glanced at the clouds in the sky, not knowing the joys or sorrows in his eyes.

Mo Qinglian at the side hesitated greatly, then looked towards Qin Xuan and said, "Qin Xuan, aren't you really planning to join the Pluo Temple and become a monk?"

Mo Qinglian was extremely nervous, and even more confused.

"What's the difference between joining or not?" Qin Xuan's eyes were calm and broad, and said: "In this world, there are still people with Buddhist hearts like this, China's luck."

“Hah?” Mo Qinglian was surprised.

After Qin Xuan walked into the wooden house, he wanted to see the seven bodhi flowers.

“Sweetest one!” Qin Xuan sighed lightly, he knew that the Pluo Temple would do it.

Kong Wen first mentioned China, because he was worried about China, then he referred to his family, which was sad, He also asked him to join the Pluo Temple to help him in the crisis at Pluo Temple.

Huaxia is shy and aristocratic families do nothing If the Pluo Shrine does not move, I fear the Chinese martial arts world is in danger.

Therefore, this time the nineteen high-level monks in the Pluo Shrine would be outnumbered in total. And these nineteen prominent monks might not be able to survive this battle, so Kong Wen waited for someone who could continue the relics of Pluo Temple.

Today, Puluo Temple is a Buddhist holy place in China. In the past there were not many masters in the temple of Puluo, then the relics of this Buddhist sanctuary became the target of all families in China, even Buddhist heritage abroad will compete.

Qin Xuan sighed, he could feel Kong Wen's helplessness.

"Let's go, I'll stay here for the next half month to practice!" Qin Xuan said lightly, walking towards the back of the mountain.

When Qin Xuan's figure disappeared, Kong Wen also slowly walked out of the house.

He glanced at the dilapidated house around him, shook his head and smiled.

“Language Wisdom!” Kongwen drank it, awakening the confusion of the language of Wisdom.

“Teacher!” Zhi Yu was embarrassed, still struggling in Zen language about what Buddha was.

“It's okay.” Kong Wen said solemnly, and said nonchalantly: “In the eyes of the Qin benefactors, Buddha was just an ordinary human being. Therefore, the Qin benefactors said that Buddha was afraid and had seven emotions and six desires. In the heart of being a teacher, Buddha is wisdom. Therefore, being a teacher thinks of a Buddha. omnipotent."

“In everything in this world, the Buddha in everyone's heart is different. Ask yourself, is the Buddha in your heart?” Kongwen smiled, he walked up to the mountain gate, saw the staff that was ten inches deep into the earth, and slightly below his feet. Stamped down, the magic wand that all the leading monks in the Great Master Realm of the Temple of Puluo smashed the ground.

“Zhiyu, call your sister and the others!” Kong Wen said lightly, Cang Mai's body standing in front of the mountain like a mountain.

“Ya!” Zhiyu nodded, waking up all the brothers who were still staying at home.

After that, a group of 15 people came out from the mountain.

A day later, a news story appeared in Huaxia. Fifteen gods and monks from Pluo Temple came out and traveled east to the borders of Liaoning Province. Along the way, the 23 overseas power plants that were encountered all surrendered.