Chapter 1939

Monk Zhuang left cursing, leaving little novice Yulai with an embarrassed look on his face.

Xiao Xiuer and Feng Tianling, the two little girls, felt that Monk Zhuang was a little too rude, and he was simply not worthy of being a monk. Xia Leng is alright, but he has a strange feeling of activating an NPC. After all, he is from the earth, and he has been influenced by various novels and film and television dramas before. There are many plots that can happen in ancient temples in deep mountains, especially Lan Ruo in Liaozhai. Temple most

Name, he had a premonition that something would definitely happen today.

"It's a sin, I've frightened the three benefactors." Little novice Yulai explained while pleading guilty: "The one just now is my third master uncle Ding Yi, who is also the picket of the temple, who manages the implementation of the Qing regulations and the prestige of the monks. .”

Xiao Xiu'er couldn't help complaining: "He is full of swear words and vulgar words and deeds, how can he have the face to care about other people's rules and dignity?"

Little novice Yulai stopped talking for a moment, this is really not something he can talk about.

"Who is in charge of the board and lodging in your temple, the abbot?" Xia Leng suddenly raised a question and asked casually.

The little novice, Yulai, replied quickly and respectfully: "There is a seat in the temple, which is the junior monk's second uncle Dingshan, who is responsible for taking care of the kitchen and the dining hall. The abbot is a great monk, so he is not involved in such common things."

Xia Leng had already expected it in his heart. Kong Qingsong said that he was going to discuss today's board and lodging with the abbot. He was obviously lying. As for what he did, he was probably the only one.

"Little monk, how many are there in your temple?" Xiao Xiu'er looked around, "I don't think the temple is very big, and it can't compare to Baiyun Temple, which is the smallest in Lanjing."

"Amitabha, our Feilai Temple is just an ordinary small temple, and there are only more than 30 monks, how can we compare with the temple in Lanjing?" The little monk Yulai clasped his hands and replied cautiously.

Xiao Xiu'er saw that the little novice was always timid when speaking, and soon felt bored.

After Xia Leng and the three of them paid homage to the Daxiong Palace, they followed the little novice monk to the scripture hall, and passed a small lake full of white jade lotus flowers on the way. Unknowingly, some sentences appeared in Xia Leng's mind, irresistible: "On the zigzagging lotus leaves, there are fields of leaves. The leaves are high above the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancing girl. Layer upon layer in the middle of the leaves, sporadically

Adorned with some white flowers, there are graceful..."

"Stop, stop!" Xia Leng felt a little headache, but he didn't expect to feel the power of "reading and reciting the full text" in Xianyun Continent.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Xiu'er looked at Xia Leng with concern, "Your complexion looks so bad, it looks like you were caught by the mistress on the spot after you didn't finish your homework."

Xia Leng glared at Xiao Xiu'er: "You think too much, and you still have to watch the road carefully, be careful not to fall..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Xiu'er sprained her foot, turned her body sideways, and then leaned towards the small lake.

Xia Leng stretched out his hand subconsciously, and suddenly felt a strange fluctuation of power, which made his whole body chill, and his action was delayed by a step.

So Xiao Xiuer fell into the lake.

"Ah, help, I can't swim." Xiao Xiu'er struggled in the pool, "My lord, help me quickly."

Feng Tianling was anxious, but she couldn't swim, so she had to look at Xia Leng to help her. What surprised her was that Xia Leng stood there in awe, as if he had no intention of begging Xiao Xiu'er.

"Stop screaming, you're not submerged." Xia Leng gave a low drink to Xiao Xiu'er who was desperately throwing herself into the water.

Only then did Xiao Xiu'er realize that there was a lotus leaf under her body at some point, and she was slowly lifted away from the lake, she couldn't help being shocked by the scene: "This..."

"The road is slippery in rainy days, and there are no guardrails here, so walk carefully."

At this time, a handsome young monk came out from the corner, holding the Yin Jue in his hand, controlled the lotus leaf to lift Xiao Xiu'er back to the ground.

Xiao Xiu'er stared blankly at the young monk with a nympho look on her face: "So handsome."

"Xiu'er, don't thank this master yet." Xia Leng was a little speechless, glared at Xiao Xiu'er, and reminded in a low voice.

Only then did Xiao Xiu'er come back to her senses, and immediately made a blessing: "Ah, thank you for saving my life, Master."

"The poor monk is not a master, but an ordinary monk." The young monk smiled and waved his hands: "Saving people is also a small effort, and it is not worth thanking."

Xia Leng saw that the clothes worn by the young monk were different from those of the monks flying to the temple, and asked curiously: "Is the master also a monk in the temple?"

"Ah, the poor monk just wandered here and placed orders in the temple." The young monk smiled and shook his head.

The little monk Yulai introduced this monk: "This is Master Qinglian from Yunzhou who is proficient in the "Qinglian Miaofa Jing."

"You're a sorcerer at such a young age, it's really amazing." Xiao Xiu'er had an expression of admiration on her face.

Xia Leng dragged the nympho Xiao Xiu'er away, and saluted the young mage: "I've seen Master Qinglian, Xia Leng Xia, from Lanjing, thank you for saving my maid this time."

"Don't call me a mage, just call me Qinglian." Monk Qinglian obviously didn't dare to accept the title of a mage, and then changed the subject: "Mr. Leng, are you here to participate in the rain appreciation party?"

"Yes." Xia Leng nodded: "Passing through Beiyun Jun, the result was blocked by the heavy rain, so we stayed here temporarily. A friend was afraid that we would be bored, but invited us to go up the mountain to enjoy the rain."

Monk Qinglian said with a smile: "The night rain at Feilai Temple is indeed beautiful, and there are even more poignant legends to match it. It is also unique and worth admiring."

"Legend?" Xia Leng said indifferently: "You mean the legend of Yu Nu?"

"That's right." Monk Qinglian continued to smile, "Actually, I'm more interested in this legend, and I don't know if I have a chance to see the real face of the legendary Rain Girl."

Xiao Xiuer asked puzzledly: "Isn't Yu Nu a monster in the legend?" "It's exciting to see the legend, isn't it?" Monk Qinglian's tone was a little meaningful, and then said with a low laugh : "I hope you can also see interesting things, the ancient temple in the deep mountain, the white lotus and green pond, and the continuous

The torrential rain, what happened here is not unexpected, but it is also unexpected. Mr. Leng, you should take care of yourself. "

After finishing speaking, he left directly, leaving the others with puzzled faces.

"My lord, what exactly did the monk want to say?" Xiao Xiu'er was dazed for a long time, then turned to ask Xia Leng.

Xia sneered, and said lightly: "He may want to say that the ancient temple in the deep mountain, in the middle of the night, amidst the sound of rain, is convenient for killing people."

Xiao Xiu'er said dissatisfied: "Hey, young master, what you said is too scary, you see that Xiao Ling'er was scared by you."

"No, I just feel a little cold." Feng Tianling shook her head and denied, "Don't you guys feel that way?"

Xiao Xiu'er said disapprovingly: "This is on the mountain, and it's raining, so it's normal to be a bit colder."

Not long after, Kong Qingsong found Xia Leng and the others. When he found that one person was missing, he was stunned for a second or two, but it disappeared in an instant. "Board and lodging have been arranged, Mr. Leng, you can go to your room to rest now. When it's time for the evening fast, a monk will naturally call you. The rain appreciation party will start at the end of Haishi. Please don't be late, Mr. Leng." Kong Qingsong let his book

Tong passed two number plates to Xia Leng and the others. The number of the wing room was engraved on it, and the key was hung below it.

In this way, the monastery is almost the same as the inn at the foot of the mountain. Xia Leng thanked Kong Qingsong, then gave the number plate to Xiao Xiuer for safekeeping.

"You're welcome." Kong Qingsong was still so polite, "You are guests of Yuxianju, that is, friends of Kong."

"That Mr. Kong has quite a few friends." Xia Leng teased in a neutral tone.

Master Kong replied with a smile: "Life is difficult, and the world is dangerous. One more friend is one more road, what do you think?"

"That's true." Xia Leng nodded, "Then I'm very glad to have met Mr. Kong as a friend."

The two chatted politely again, and then went away separately.

Xia Leng took Xiao Xiu'er and Feng Tianling, and continued to walk around Feilai Temple with the little novice Yulai.

Kong Qingsong turned back and returned to his residence. As soon as he sat down, he said in a cold voice: "One of them is missing, where did he go?"

Suddenly there was an afterimage in the room, and he whispered: "The man went to investigate the surrounding terrain of Feilai Temple."

Hearing this, Kong Qingsong frowned, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that Leng has already noticed something?"

"I don't think it's possible." The afterimage shook his head, "Young Master's plan is undeniable, even if they really realized it, the moment they stepped into Feilai Temple, their fate was already doomed."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think!" Kong Qingsong yelled angrily: "This is the key for me to step into the realm of cultivating immortals in one fell swoop. Jedi can't make any mistakes. Otherwise, don't do it."

The afterimage was obedient, and hurriedly said: "I will strengthen my vigilance to ensure that there will be no mistakes."

"Also, where did that idiot Mr. Bai Yu go?" Kong Qingsong asked again.

The afterimage replied: "We will reach the county at midnight tonight."

"Very good." Kong Qingsong nodded, "A few hours ago, you arranged for Mr. Baiyu to fight with that cold-faced little evil gentleman first. When they both lose, that's the best time for me to show up."

"Yes." The afterimage nodded in agreement.

When the afterimages dissipated, Kong Qingsong suddenly took out a fragment of an ancient borrowed copy from his bosom, on which was written "Extreme Rain and Longevity", with the seal of Misty Immortal Gate on the footer. "Changsheng, Changsheng, I, Kong Qingsong, will finally step into the realm of cultivating immortals before the other three." Kong Qingsong groped for this ancient book greedily, and muttered to himself: "As long as I can gain longevity, sacrifice some Stuff is worth it too. Live big for me

If you plan to die, I think you will feel that it is an honor to die. "

The night came quickly, and Xia Leng and the others had already visited most of Feilai Temple. Just when they were a little hungry, a monk came and told them to go to the evening fast. As soon as he entered the Zhaitang, Xia Leng felt something was wrong, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.