It wasn't until Master Kuzhu and Ye Junlang and the others walked away that Mo Qing confirmed that he was temporarily safe, his life was saved, and his martial arts were not broken.

Rao is like this, he is not feeling well now, Master Kuzhu's palm has already caused him to suffer a heavy blow, and it will take at least several months to fully recover.

The Demon Saint Son had already stepped forward to help Mo Qing up, Mo Qing looked in a direction, and said in a respectful and grateful tone: "Thank you seniors for your help." ”

He knew who the person who helped him was, if it weren't for the presence of this senior, by the time Master Kuzhu's second palm fell, he would have been a wasted person.

Master Kuzhu is a monk, and he may not kill his life, but he will definitely abolish his martial arts and become a wasted person from now on.

......

Ye Junlang was walking along the original road towards the foot of Lingxiao Peak.

Master Kuzhu also followed them, which really made Ye Junlang feel like he had hired a super bodyguard to protect the Dharma for free.

"This time, I really thank the master for coming to the rescue. Ye Junlang opened his mouth and continued, "But the master calls me senior brother, I think it is deliberate, right? ”

"Amitabha. Senior brother can call me Kuzhu or junior brother. Master Kuzhu spoke, and he said, "Senior Brother is the descendant of Uncle Ye, and it is reasonable for Kuzhu to call you Senior Brother. ”

"Leaf ...... Does the master mean Old Man Ye?" Ye Junlang asked in surprise.

Master Kuzhu nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

"Master, are you still from the same sect as Old Man Ye?" Ye Junlang was really surprised.

Master Kuzhu said: "Before the little master left the Kuzen Temple and entered the red dust to enlighten the Tao, he did not accept a single disciple. After stepping into the red dust, he accepted an outer disciple in the world, and this outer disciple was the little uncle. Senior brother was brought up by my little uncle since he was a child, and he was deeply involved in the true transmission of the Dharma in my Kuzen Temple, so from this point of view, it is reasonable for the poor monk to call you Senior Brother. ”

"Master, are you mistaken? Old man Ye has taken me to adulthood since I was a child. However, I didn't hear him teach me any Buddhist teachings. Ye Junlang hurriedly said.

"Amitabha. Please don't call me a master again. This made the little uncle hear, and he was afraid that the poor monk would be trained. Call me brother. Master Kuzhu said with his hands folded.

Ye Junlang's face was a little embarrassed, the old monk in front of him was obviously a very famous and prestigious monk, but he called him a junior brother?

Isn't this just about taking advantage?

But looking at Master Kuzhu's serious face, it's not okay not to shout like that.

"Teacher, junior brother?" Ye Junlang is really not used to it.

Master Kuzhu felt that this was normal, and he said, "Senior brother, Buddhism lies in inheritance, not in practice. Uncle Xiao is not a member of Buddhism, but he has a Buddha in his heart, otherwise how could he cultivate into the Donkey Kong Realm, which dominates the ancient martial arts realm? The poor monk once approached Uncle Xiao and wanted to ask for advice on the Donkey Kong Realm, but Uncle Xiao bluntly said that the Donkey Kong Realm has no inheritance on paper scriptures, and the little master and ancestor did not leave it behind. Only rely on yourself to experience and understand in the red dust. ”

Ye Junlang was stunned, and couldn't help asking, "What does this Donkey Kong realm mean?"

Master Kuzhu smiled and said, "Senior brother doesn't need to know. According to what the poor monk thought, I was afraid that Uncle Xiao had already made arrangements. The poor monk won't say much. ”

Ye Junlang was confused when he heard it, and he seemed to be in a fog.

There is an extra junior disciple out of thin air, and he is still a senior monk whose own strength has reached the martial saint realm's martial arts value, he himself is unbelievable. Now what is said about Donkey Kong Realm, he doesn't understand it anymore.

"Bai Xian'er has seen Master Kuzhu. ”

Walking and walking, Bai Xian'er said respectfully to Master Kuzhu.

Master Kuzhu looked at Bai Xian'er and said, "Bai girl is polite. Is the old master of the white family okay?"

"My grandfather is fine. Bai Xian'er said.

Master Kuzhu nodded and said, "The old master of the Bai family has a good granddaughter, but it's just ...... Alas, it's a pity. ”

Bai Xian'er's eyes rolled, she understood the meaning of Master Kuzhu's words, but her face was very quiet, and she said with a smile: "I don't think it's anything. As long as I can live each day to the fullest, I will be very satisfied, and I will not leave any regrets. ”

"Amitabha. To look down on life and death is for the sake of the Buddha. The white girl has such a state of mind, and the poor monk admires it. Master Kuzhu spoke, and then said, "Dawu is speechless. The white girl has great wisdom and wisdom, and she also hopes that the Ji people have their own natural appearance. ”

"Master Kuzhu praised it falsely. The younger generation has not yet reached the realm of enlightenment and speechlessness. As long as I can control my own destiny now, I feel that it is enough. Bai Xian'er said.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Master Kuzhu folded his hands and recited a Buddhist saying.

Ye Junlang gradually let himself accept the fact that there was an extra Buddhist disciple out of thin air, and the embarrassing thing was that he was not a monk, and he was not a Buddhist person, so it was a little embarrassing.

Master Kuzhu didn't care about this, he seemed very easy-going and approachable along the way, without the slightest sense of distance that Buddhist monks could not reach.

If it weren't for the coercion of the Martial Saint Realm displayed by Master Kuzhu just now, Ye Junlang really felt that Master Kuzhu was no different from those ordinary ascetics.

"Senior brother, your martial arts have reached the Martial Saint Realm, right?" Ye Junlang asked.

"Compared with Uncle Xiao, the poor monk's martial arts achievements are nothing. Master Kuzhu said.

Ye Junlang smiled and said, "You mean Old Man Ye, in my opinion, he may be far worse than you." He knows all day long to brag about how powerful he is, and he doesn't know how to be modest at all, which is not as good as you, junior brother. ”

Master Kuzhu smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

"Senior brother, your previous shot was simply domineering, and with one slap, the great elder of the Demon Sect Holy Land was almost slapped to death on the ground. Ye Junlang opened his mouth and continued, "But in the end, why didn't you continue to slap the second palm?" ”

"Amitabha. Buddhism is not to be killed lightly. Even if Mo Qing's demonic nature is deep, the poor monk can only get rid of his own demonic nature and let it live and die. Master Kuzhu spoke, and then said, "As for the poor monk retracting his second palm, it is because there is an old guy who is not willing to be involved in cause and effect with the poor monk at present. When the poor monk made his first palm, he did not stop him. Since he has come forward with this second palm, the poor monk can only take it back. ”

Hearing Kuzhu say this, Ye Junlang immediately realized that the origin of the mysterious figure who spoke out to dissuade Master Kuzhu must be extraordinary, otherwise it would not be enough for a high monk like Master Kuzhu in the Martial Saint Realm to sell face to him if he was afraid.

"Senior brother, who is this person? Could it be some old guy in the Demon Sect's Holy Land?"

Ye Junlang couldn't help but ask curiously.