[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Goodbye Zhiku, still handsome.

A pair of clear pupils as clear as water, dressed in a clean and tidy plain green monk's robe, with a gentle and calm breath, like a breeze and clouds, a quiet lake and clear river, not stained by dust.

With such a demeanor and appearance, one can't bear to suspect that he is an evil ghost working for a tiger.

But if not, why would he appear here, and why would he show murderous intentions to Shen Lang and the two of them?

With Wang Lianhua's support, Shen Lang sat firmly and tried to straighten his back.

But it was this simple action that made him break out in a cold sweat.

Looking up at Zhiku, he took a deep breath, and said loudly: "I heard that the master said that he was waiting for the Buddha in his heart and refused to leave Panhuan Temple. Why did he suddenly appear here?"

Zhiku looked down at Shen Lang, with benevolent eyes, a calm smile, and his slender fingers slowly twirling the beads.

He shouldn't have said much, because his opponents are Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua, two of the smartest and most capable people in the world. I don't know how many tyrants and conspirators have defeated them miserably.

However, now that one of these two people is highly poisoned and the other is exhausted, like two little macaque grandchildren who can't climb Wuzhi Mountain, Zhiku doesn't mind spending some time chatting with them.

Hearing Shen Lang's question, he smiled lightly and said softly, "It's because I've waited."

"Who?" Shen Lang asked.

Zhi smiled wryly and said: "Shen Tanyue has both great benevolence and great wisdom, but also great compassion. Since the disaster left behind by the Happy King, he has not been afraid of hardships and dangers, and devoted himself to right and wrong. I don't know how many victims who were ruthlessly involved in Purdue along the way. Can't you be called a Buddha?"

Shen Lang was startled for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "Don't dare to act, dare not act."

"I'm just a mortal among all living beings, but the master is an outsider who has jumped out of the Three Realms."

"When I first met in the Thousand Buddhas Temple, the appearance of the master's appearance was unforgettable to Shen. I deeply regret that I did not have the opportunity to have a deep friendship with the master. But I don't want the master to become the seductive soul of Yama's seat before he has achieved Bodhi. make."

Zhiku said: "The world is unpredictable, and people's hearts are unpredictable."

"Skin and flesh are nothing but blinders, if you don't peel off that layer of flesh, how can you know whether the heart underneath is red or black?"

"Also, Tan Yue said something wrong."

Shen Lang said: "What are you talking about?"

Zhiku said: "The first time you and I met was not in the Thousand Buddha Temple."

These words made Shen Lang very surprised, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember where he had seen Zhiku.

Zhiku smiled slightly, his voice suddenly became clumsy and old.

"On that glacier, you split the old man's love boat with a single sword, but the old man was so distressed that he couldn't sleep peacefully for several days."

These words and sounds are exactly the same as the old fisherman who chased and killed them on the glacier road a few days ago!

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed sadly: "I didn't expect that the executioner who caused the glacier to collapse and killed more than a dozen Iron Lion disciples was actually you, an eminent monk of Tianlong Temple..."

Before the words fell, the body trembled again, and he covered his chest with his hands, unable to speak.

Wang Lianhua stabilized him even harder, feeling the palm in her hand was wet and cold.

He couldn't help but frowned and thought deeply, Shen Lang's situation was beyond his expectation.

Hearing this, Zhiku's smile faded, and a look of sadness floated in his eyes.

"Achieve the Tao? If you really have the Tao, you will already be transcended. Why are you still ups and downs in this filthy world, and you are smeared on the altar?"

There seems to be confusion, melancholy, and great sadness in the words.

Wang Lianhua smiled coldly, and said: "It seems that after I had a falling out with that person, he chose you to preside over the whole killing situation for me."

"So, does he think that you have skills comparable to mine, but also have loyalty that I don't have?"

"But except for a chase on Glacier Road, I have never seen any traces of you making a move. You have a completely laissez-faire attitude. I used to think that all the people he sent were doing their own way and relying on their own abilities. An overarching leader calling the shots...can you tell me why?"

Mo Tong was concentrating, and his sharp gaze was like a knife's edge, gouging out that calm face with the tip of the knife, trying to pick out the hidden things behind that peaceful and indifferent face.

Zhiku's smile didn't move: "The poor monk has a little bit of skill, how can he compare with the young master? What's more, there is a Mr. Shen who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the young master."

"The poor monk knows that he is not sure of victory against the two, so it is better to hide in peace and wait for the opportunity."

"Look, isn't this what I've been waiting for?"

Hiding his head and showing his tail, taking advantage of other people's dangers, but speaking frankly, it is difficult to feel contemptuous towards him.

Wang Lianhua saw that he didn't get in, and couldn't get any useful information, her heart sank slightly.

Suddenly showing a smile, said: "So, the rumors are true?"

Zhiku asked in surprise, "What rumor?"

Wang Lianhua said: "It is rumored that the successor of Zen Xintuo of Tianlong Temple is suffering from wisdom, and violated the four precepts of killing, anger, arrogance, and madness. The abbot of Tianlong Temple ordered his martial arts to be abolished, and he will be imprisoned in the temple forever."

Zhiku was slightly taken aback, then smiled again and said, "How come the poor monk has never heard of such absurd rumors? Please also please, young master, don't mess with other people's reputation."

Wang Lianhua smiled at Yan Yan, those slightly curved and slightly raised eyebrows, like four sharp blades, dripped a cold light.

"Even if not now, there will be soon."

"Although I'm down and out now, I still have a few loyal people under my command. If I die here, they will avenge me."

"Although their martial arts skills are shallow and they can't fight you head-on, they are good at stirring up trouble in secret, spreading rumors, and sowing discord."

Some threats failed to change Zhiku's expression.

That kind-eyed and smiling look, on the contrary, seemed to be looking at a naughty child, clamoring to smear a layer of mud on the adult's face.

He said: "Young master only knows my identity at this moment. If I kill you two immediately, how will the young master's capable generals know who killed the young master?"

Wang Lianhua smiled lightly and said: "I don't need to bother you, I have my own way."

The conversation changed, revealing a bit of sternness.

"Or... the master still doubts my ability?"

Zhiku recited the Buddha's name, smiled and shook his head: "Young Master Wang's superiority, the poor monk certainly believes in it."

"However, the poor monk also heard a rumor."

"Oh?" Wang Lianhua raised her eyebrows and said, "What rumors?"

Zhiku said: "It is rumored that hundreds of black-clothed killers who don't know the details attacked Tianlong Temple at night, killed all 21 eminent monks including the abbot, and even wanted to destroy the whole temple of Tianlong Temple. At a critical juncture, Zen Xintuo's successor Zhiku Leading the monks to strike back in a surprise attack, sacrifice their lives for righteousness, take the lead, survive dozens of knives, turn the tide, make great contributions to saving the temple, and become the new abbot of Tianlong Temple."

"The danger of Tianlong Temple being destroyed? All the abbots and eminent monks in the temple are dead?" Wang Lianhua murmured, feeling the meaning of Zhiku's words.

Zhiku slightly nodded and said, "That's right, this happened on the fifth day after the two of you died."

It is decisive, as if this tragedy that has not yet happened is a foregone conclusion.

Hearing this, Wang Lianhua laughed out loud, if her eyes were not too cold, this smile would be charming and charming.

"I thought you traded my two lives for that person for something."

"It's just a place with a mountain and a temple, and the name of a group of bald donkey bosses."

"It turns out that the lives of me and Shen Lang are so worthless!"

The expression of deep regret seemed to have truly weighed the value of his and Shen Lang's lives.

Zhiku shook his head and said with a smile: "The two martial arts talents are second to none, and the poor monk respects them very much. How could the world lose two heroes for the sake of a little fame and power?"

Wang Lianhua sneered and said, "Stop flattering me."

"Do you think that if you say a few nice words before killing people, they won't turn into ghosts to haunt you after death?"

Faced with Wang Lianhua's ridicule, Zhiku didn't take it as disobedience, and smiled indifferently.

Suddenly the subject changed and he said, "Young Master Wang, Mr. Shen, do you still remember the shadow puppet show in the Thousand Buddha Temple?"

Wang Lianhua didn't know what he meant when he mentioned this, but just responded lightly: "I remember."

Suddenly there was a flash of inspiration, and he said: "That monk...you...couldn't you be!"

"That's right, I am the monk in the play. I devoted myself to that person and committed the felony of killing, just for my junior sister..." Zhiku smiled, and his voice became gentler, full of endless tenderness, "... For the Avalokiteshvara who transformed Vinayaka."