Chapter 511

Fang Qi and Miao Miao winked at the old man: "close the door and you can't come out of anything!" They dodged into the yard and were about to go out of the yard. They heard someone talking in the sky: "don't look for someone here."

When they looked up, they saw a thin monk lying obliquely on the top of the jujube tree, holding his cheeks, reaching out to pick a jujube and throwing it into his mouth. He looked leisurely. He didn't seem to lie on the top of the tree at all.

This posture is the "Sleeping Buddha Xiaohan" in Shaolin Kung Fu. It is impossible to sleep on the jujube tree until you are proficient.

The two suddenly felt that Yali mountain was big. Fang Qi threw a fist at the monk above: "monk, it's not authentic for you to eavesdrop on us. Come down and have a chat."

The monk "puffed" spit out a jujube core and directed it at Fang Qi. Fang Qi lifted the iron bar to block it. The jujube core hit the iron bar and "when" sounded, shaking Fang Qi's arm. I once said that the monk's Kung Fu is really overbearing, but with my Kirin step and one finger zen Kung Fu, I may not lose to him.

The monk deviated from his leg and fell to the ground from the jujube tree. He looked at them with his head askew: "Amitabha, they all said how powerful the people passing through are. I don't think you two are very good."

Miaomiao was angry, "is it powerful? I don't know until I try!" As soon as the other party looked strange, he jumped over and was like a storm. The monk's monk's clothes shook away, three shakes and two shakes to avoid Miao Miao's attack. He said to himself, "heaven has its talent, and fame is fierce; Zhongyuan chases the deer and lives are ruined; Buddhist disciples, dare bandits! "

After hearing these words, Fang Qi didn't understand what it meant for a moment, but Miao Miao stopped attacking: "smelly monk, dare to be rude when you see this master!"

The monk snickered, but he really saluted Miao Miao Shen and then Fang Qi.

Miao Miao was proud: "smelly monk, how did you know we were here?"

The monk smiled: "you two entered here by mistake. It doesn't count. I'm here to spend time with you, and come with me." He raised his legs and walked towards the door without touching the ground. He simply didn't call him away. It was like a ghost. It floated out.

Fang Qi knew that the monk was trying to show off. He went out with the monk all the way out of the city. Outside the city, there was a small hill full of stones. The monk went to the top of the mountain and sat on the ground.

They also sat down nearby. The monk pointed to the neat and uniform training team in the city, "you all know that they are fighting yuan soldiers, but they don't want to stay, which means you don't want to change anything. Now that you know the cause and effect, it won't help to do it again. "

Fang Qi and Miao Miao looked at each other. "Monk, we're not here to listen to your nonsense. If you have something to say, what's going to change us?"

The monk took down the rosary beads from his neck and handed them to Fang Qi: "you can count to 167."

Fang Qi took the rosary beads and counted them. His mind flashed over the major events of the Southern Song Dynasty until the complete collapse of the Southern Song Dynasty. An evil Tibetan monk named Yang lianzhenjia dug out the bones of song LiZong and used his head as a wine container. He woke up. It turned out that the monk wanted them to get rid of the evil monk.

"Since we don't care about the Southern Song Dynasty, why should we go to this evil monk surnamed Yang? Isn't it self contradictory?" Miao Miao and Fang Qixin have a good connection. Naturally, they know what he saw.

"But you probably don't know that his head has been used as a wine container by this man?" As soon as the monk spoke, Fang Qi was startled. How could he know about his experience in advanced meditation?

Miao Miao looks back at Fang Qi. "What's going on?"

Fang Qi told him about his fight with snake bats and going to advanced meditation. Miao Miao knew that this person must be a prophet who is not in the five elements outside the three realms, or he is a walker and has a task to enlighten them.

But his identity is even much higher than Fang Qi. Although he is in chaos, it is a fate. Once the fate passes, he will naturally know the law of causality before and after. The monk saw that she and Fang Qi were still polite, so their status should not be too high, otherwise they would have taken the elder generation.

"Since you are doomed, come here. Why should you be persistent?" Miao Miao seems dissatisfied. It was a mistake for them to cross into this chaotic world by mistake. Now they have to make mistakes. Isn't this going farther and farther in the emptiness of time? Remember that history is history, and no one can change it. God, Buddha and devil can't change it, otherwise there will be retribution.

It's like writing a wrong word on a piece of paper, painting it darker, and then painting it darker. Later, the paper will rot. the best solution is to ignore it and continue to write down. Or cross it off the label.

"That's not true. Yang lianzhenjia was proud of the law and even threatened Kublai Khan, so he fell out of favor. He was a member of the Tibetan secret sect. He was good at practicing evil laws and tricks. Later, he was chased and killed, and finally lost his whereabouts. Don't you think that Hulu mountain is strange? Why did the old man of he family use the body of zombies as a lead? Think again. "

Fang Qi was stunned. "Is that old man he an embodiment of Yang Lian Zhenjia?"

The monk laughed and said, "come back to me when you understand. I'll wait for you at Daxing Temple thirty miles away. " Drifting away.

Fang Qi saw him go away and asked Miao Miao, "who is this guy? How do you know everything?" Miao Miao stared at the officers and soldiers below, "deflate. When I really enter this world, I know that I am different and completely different from that world. Don't you feel it? "

"Er," Fang Qi looked at her, "you're getting thinner and smaller. It seems that we're both smaller when we cross over. Here's a compressed package?"

Sure enough, it was a shoe handle with a shoe brush. Within a few words, the two began to make fun of each other.

Miaomiao saw that he didn't think about it at all, so he gave up. Just now people said that Wutou would go to him again.

Back in the city, the dusk is near, and the green mountains are lined with a dilapidated city, lifeless and particularly desolate.

As they were walking, suddenly a fast horse passed through the door and went straight to the city. The horse ran fast, leaving only a small black spot in the blink of an eye.

"What happened?"

Fang Qi shook his head and said he didn't know, but he suddenly remembered something, "Hey, do you think old man he will be the reincarnation of Yang Lian Zhenjia?" A flash of lightning flashed in my mind, "wait, I'll calculate."

Pinching your fingers, you can count from ten to twelve. Sixty years is a year. Such a calculation happens to be the Yin hour of the lunar calendar.

When the overcast hour comes and the hell opens, the number of people who die on that day will be several times as many as usual, and the zombies will show signs of intensive change at this time.

"Wogou, we were used by him. He deliberately seduced us to Hulushan. No wonder the bald donkey always said we were going astray."