Fortunately, no one heard the shameless words.


    Gou Sheng had the face to say that he was a laborer for two generations.


    Huang Wei left with a strange trick, but found that the elder neither rode a horse nor exercised lightness skills. Instead, he walked east on foot and walked very slowly.


    Before he could ask, the light was shining. The "elder" in front of him took off his black clothes, took off his hat, and showed a slightly immature face. His bare head was very eye-catching.


    By the way, Tibetan Buddhism has no ring scars on its head. This is the tradition of Han Buddhism. It is said that it has only become popular since the Yuan Dynasty, so most Shaolin monks seen before the trick also have no ring scars.


    Well, it''s just most. There are always some Mavericks.


    Huang Wei almost lost his chin. He saw the young man in front of him. He skillfully took out his monk''s clothes and put them on. He became a little monk.


    The monk''s clothes were taken out of the space ring. After leaving the king of the Golden Wheel Dharma, he showed the space ring. At last, he had a place to use. He stored some water, food, including clothes in it.


    "Why, surprised?" Quirky asked.


    I don''t know whether I''m surprised by my behavior or have a space ring.


    "Elder... Are you so... Young?" Huang Wei stammered.


    "Young? How do you know? " An intriguing rhetorical question.


    "I mean, you now." Huang Wei said, "it''s always awkward to call an elder? Others will look strange. "


    "It''s a perfect match for a monk to walk in the Jianghu together." Qiji smiled, "just call me a big monk. I''ll call you a little Taoist."


    "Do you want such bad taste?" Huang Wei thought of Tucao but he did not dare to make complaints about it.


    Until now, he didn''t know any information about the elder. He only knew that his martial arts were so high that he couldn''t resist.


    "What sect did the great monk come from?" Since it couldn''t be changed, Huang Wei immediately chose to accept it and asked very naturally.


    He asked, of course, the identity of the trick in this world.


    "Is it the Shaolin temple that has not been born for a long time?"


    Replacing Zhao Zhijing and inheriting Zhao Zhijing''s memory, Huang Wei still knows something about the world and knows the existence of Shaolin Temple.


    "Little Taoist, don''t ask what you shouldn''t ask. You will know when you should know." The trick warned.


    Huang Wei stopped asking. He walked slowly with the strange plan. When they met the body, they buried it. The strange plan was to read the Sutra of past life. Huang Wei was also forced to read the Sutra of supreme salvation.


    When they arrived at the village, they read prayers and did things when necessary.


    Strange tricks are familiar, but Huang Wei has never experienced them. After only two days, he can''t stand it.


    "Big monk, but aren''t we going to Huashan? Why not hurry? " Huang Wei asked again.


    "Aren''t we just on our way?" As a monk, he naturally wants to give alms to the world and widely spread my Buddha''s compassion


    "But when can we get to Huashan?" Huang Wei is in a hurry.


    "What''s the hurry? Calm down, little Taoist, you can''t get home!"


    "I''ll fix you, you ghost!" Huang Wei thought, "you can''t be a monk!"


    Naturally, he did not expect that the great monk in front of him had been a Taoist in Zhongnan mountain for more than 20 years, and this time he had been a monk in Tibet for more than 10 years.


    He did not expect that the reason why the trick was so slow was waiting for Yang Guo to go up Huashan.


    When Huang Wei didn''t know it, he already sensed that the little dragon girl went down the mountain, and soon Yang Guo followed. Therefore, while lamenting the strong will of the world, he waited for Yang Guo all the way slowly.


    Maybe it''s unknown that you can learn the dog beating stick at that time.


    Although it is no longer of great use to him today, it is better than nothing.


    ……


    Zhongnan mountain is not far from Huashan Mountain. Even if it is slow, it will reach the foot of Huashan Mountain after more than a month.


    At this time, Yang Guo had already gone up the mountain, and perhaps even Ouyang Feng had already gone up.


    "Huashan!" He said secretly, recalling all kinds of shooting and carving world, and sighed secretly.


    He only came to Huashan once, but this time, he created his brilliance in the shooting world.


    "Let''s go up the mountain." He said, go up the mountain first.


    Huang Wei hurried to keep up and complained.


    The thigh was hugged, but there was no harvest. I did some boring things. I don''t know what this thinks. Why don''t you find a way to kill and get reincarnation point?


    "Is there really a special task?" He was thinking. When he looked up, he saw five people coming down from Huashan.


    "Big monk, there is someone on it." Huang Wei spoke immediately.


    At this time, it is the deep winter and the twelfth month. When the mountains are closed by heavy snow, there are still people who have leisure to come here to visit the holy land?


    Huang Wei thought to himself that when several people approached, they saw that they supported each other. Their faces were pale and they were dying, which made people worry about whether they would die the next moment.


    Thinking about who this is, I heard the big monk ask, "Why are you here? Make it look like this? "


    "Well, acquaintances?" Huang Wei secretly rejoices. Maybe he can know the identity of this elder this time.


    "Little master... Martial uncle?" One of them across the street recognized the trick.


    These five people are the disciples of the five clowns in Tibet. I have seen it several times when I was in the King Kong temple.


    They are not Vajra temple but disciples, which is similar to the nature of Shaolin layman disciples. I didn''t learn darba''s Kung Fu, but I was taught a set of excellent internal skills that can be transmitted to each other.


    They constantly practice Buddhism and wander the Jianghu. They are often evil and are regarded as evil by the Wulin in the Central Plains.


    But darba didn''t know, or he didn''t know that his disciples were so famous in the Jianghu that they could scare Hong Qigong to chase and kill thousands of miles.


    "Little martial uncle!" One person called it so, and the others recognized it and came forward to salute. Although painful, they dare not be rude.


    When they were in Tibet, they had seen how much their master loved this younger martial brother.


    "Excuse me, tell me, how did it look like this?" Quirky asked.


    "Uncle Hui, we were in Guangdong. We accidentally provoked Hong Qigong of the beggars'' sect and were chased all the way here." The big ugly replied, "we wanted to continue to escape. Later, when we saw Hong Qigong dead on the mountain and guarded by a young man, we wanted to cut a few knives."


    "Unexpectedly, Hong Qigong pretended to be dead, but we were against him. Later, a madman came to compete for internal power with our bodies as the battlefield, which made us lose all our internal organs and martial arts."