The commotion caused by this battle of immortals was not small. On Wudang Mountain, apart from the wife of a certain white-robed monk who was still snoring, almost everyone had put on their clothes and got up. But without exception, no one went to join in the fun.
The battle of Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi in Martial Emperor City, the battle of Hsu Fengnian, Đồng Thái, and Cao Changqing in Great Peace City, and the battle of Cao Changqing attacking the city alone.
There were also grand events of the jianghu that were second only to these peak battles. They had all taught the people of the jianghu a bloody lesson. If they had not reached that level, they should not get involved. Otherwise, they would be implicated! It was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to criticize the moves of those martial arts grandmasters.
When the true peak martial arts grandmasters engaged in a life and death battle, they would not give the small fries the chance to clap their hands and cheer or be surprised.
The white-robed monk without the string of beads on his chest sat on the bench in front of the hut, quietly looking up at the moon.
A tall woman dressed in the same white robe appeared in front of him.
The white-robed monk did not look at her. He only said softly, "The heart is sloppy and the world calls it suffering. Only you and I enjoy it."
The leader of the world's Qi cultivators nodded and then shook her head. "You and I are the same, but not the same."
The white-robed monk rubbed his bald head and said emotionally, "My daughter heard some nonsense from the foot of the mountain. It said that for the women of the world, it takes ten years to cultivate Song Yushu, a hundred years to cultivate Hsu Fengnian, a thousand years to cultivate Lu Dongxuan."
The woman who was a hundred years old but had a youthful appearance murmured sadly, "He does not understand."
The white-robed monk sighed. "I am more afraid of playing dumb."
She suppressed her emotions and looked at the white-robed monk. "No matter what, I am a Qi cultivator. I will follow my heart."
The white-robed monk made a sound of acknowledgment. "Then this poor monk will not invite you to tea."
She asked, "Is that all?"
At this time, the white-robed monk suddenly thought of a young girl's clear voice. "Mother, mother! Wake up! Father is secretly meeting with his confidante again! "
The white-clothed monk's complexion changed. He hurriedly stood up and said, "Sovereign Tantai, please don't leave. Help me explain!"
How could the woman who only cared about enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens care about these trivial matters? She directly swept past them and disappeared.
The white-robed monk turned around stiffly and saw his daughter gloating over his misfortune, his stupid disciple with sleepy eyes, and his wife aggressively running out of the house with a kitchen knife.
The white-robed monk had a flash of inspiration as he said in all seriousness, "That woman is over a hundred years old. She's not someone of the same generation at all!"
The woman was stunned. "So old?"
The white-robed monk nodded vigorously.
The woman rolled her eyes and turned to leave.
I'm as beautiful as a flower. At the very least, I'm still a middle-aged woman who's still charming. Why would I be jealous of an old woman who's over a hundred years old?
The white-robed monk secretly wiped off his cold sweat and glared at his daughter.
She made a face and said angrily, "It still hurts from being pulled by Mother during the day!"
The white-robed monk said in a bad mood, "Who told you to tell your mother about the little private savings that I've painstakingly saved? You've shot yourself in the foot, haven't you? "
The girl was stunned. Just when the white-robed monk was gratified and thought that his daughter had found her conscience and had come to her senses, she immediately turned her head and shouted, "Mother! Although that woman is old, she looks very young! She looks younger than you! "
Suddenly, there was an angry roar that was more majestic than the Buddhist lion's roar in the house. "What?!"
The white-robed monk silently raised his head and looked at the moon. He guessed that this time, even Buddha couldn't save him.
Buddha probably really couldn't save this monk who drank wine, ate meat, and married his wife. However, his stupid disciple suddenly became enlightened and bravely explained to his master's wife. He actually persuaded his master's wife to go back.
The white-robed monk who had narrowly escaped death rubbed his cheeks and called his stupid disciple to his side with a smile. "Nanbei, while the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, your mind is clear. Master will teach you the profound Dharma …"
Little Bald Head sighed. "Master, you're so old, but you still don't know how to behave. No wonder master's wife has been telling me and that thing these two days, flies don't bite a seamless egg. "
The white-robed monk glared at him.
Unfortunately, his stupid disciple wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he said in a methodical manner, "Master, Buddha said that feelings against oneself are born from feelings. When hatred arises, resentment must be removed by observing the five meanings."
The white-robed monk's temper was gone.
Li Nanbei made a cute and playful pig face and swayed back into the house.
The white-robed monk couldn't do anything.
The stupid Nanbei suddenly whispered, "Master, I've actually been helping you string the prayer beads the whole night. I was afraid that master's wife would find out that the string was broken and would worry about the impermanence of life. I didn't even dare to light the oil lamp. I just used the moonlight from the window to string the prayer beads."
The white-robed monk's face was full of joy. He said matter-of-factly, "Master's daughter!"
The middle-aged monk who was in a good mood smiled and said, "Disciple, I'll continue to teach you the Dharma."
The little monk was young, but he was already the Sanzang Master of the Two Zen Temples. Whether it was the seniority of the sect or the profoundness of the Dharma, he was fully deserving of the title of an eminent monk.
The little monk's face suddenly turned red. He said sneakily, "Master, let's put the Dharma aside for now. Why don't you lend me the three taels of silver you hid at Han Daozhang's place? Tomorrow, I'll buy some things and send them to Mianyan Zhi. "
The white-robed monk waved his sleeves and strode towards the thatched cottage. "The moonlight tonight is not good. It's not suitable to teach the Dharma!"
Only the little monk was left sighing.
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