"Oh, when did you not get into trouble? Didn’t you know anything?"

It’s not uncommon to despise a smile and count Pei Wende’s troubles every time.
Since he came back from Changsha County, Pei Wende has never met Shan Jun, the spectre in red, and the beauty head again, but every time he comes to the mountain, he still has to provoke some messy troubles.
Or indignant and forced to help people out, or can’t stand the pleading of others to help people exorcise ghosts …
However, half a year later, most villagers nearby knew that there was a "little novice monk" in Tongqing Temple in Weishan.
It happened that he didn’t realize or didn’t recognize that his work was worth being promoted by others.
As a result, Pei Wende has unconsciously become a signboard of Tongqing Temple in Weishan, and it has flourished in a strange way with the incense in the temple.
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"So the one who said’ Little Shami’ lived in this mountain?"
Sitting in a slaughterhouse with a golden sword box and a lazy face, the young Taoist priest looked at the Tongqing Temple in Weishan, and his face could not help showing an expression of great interest.
"I heard that the mandrill that appeared in your village was destroyed by him?"
When I heard the young Taoist asking questions, Zhang Tugang wanted to nod, but he was poked in the back by his wife who had been behind him.
"We really don’t know what happened at that time."
Zhang tu wonder eyes wife slowly before took the topic and said
"But Wende grew up with us."
"He can’t be the monster’s opponent except that he is a little bold and warm-hearted."
"How did the monster die in the end? It is estimated that only people who really killed it will know."
Although it’s not straightforward, it’s obvious that Zhang Tu’s wife’s words reveal the meaning outside.
Pei Wende definitely didn’t kill that mandrill, but it happened to save the villagers after his death.
"Well …"
I don’t know whether I believe it or not. The young Taoist priest didn’t even turn his eyes and still stayed in the direction of Tongqing Temple in Weishan for a long time.
"Then let me ask you another question. Do you know the Lingyou Zen master in Tongqing Temple?"
"That is to say, to raise that little novice monk, a Buddhist monk. Do you all know when he came to Tanzhou?"
Facing the problem of young Taoist, Zhang Tu’s wife didn’t think there was anything to hide after a little thinking.
"Seriously, it should be seventeen years ago …"
"At that time, Tongqing Temple was still inhabited by one person, and the wild temple was occupied by refugees and bandits all the year round, and the mountains often invaded nearby villages …"
"It was not until Zen master Lingyou appeared and sat outside Tongqing Temple for three days in a row that the group of refugees and bandits were finally influenced."
At this point, Zhang Tu’s wife made no secret of her admiration for Zen Master Lingyou.
"influence?"
However, listening to each other silently, the young Taoist priest keenly captured a key word in Zhang Tu’s wife’s words.
"You mean those vagrants and bandits are still alive?"
There was a faint surprise in the sound, and the young Taoist thought it seemed different from what he had learned before.
"Of course, Zen master Lingyou, but a Buddhist monk, can naturally influence those villains!"
Misunderstanding the young Taoist priest’s surprise that Zhang Tu’s wife, like all idolize fans in later generations, showed her oath.
But knowing his wife, Zhang Tu, only to find that her wife seems to be lying now?
Or rather, his wife deliberately concealed something and did not tell the truth.
"Zen master Lingyou is indeed a monk, yes, but it is not certain whether he will influence villains."
Just like just now, the young Taoist priest didn’t puncture Zhang Tu’s wife’s concealment, but muttered something like nothing.
Anyway, it is found here that Zen master Lingyou is a young monk who has an unexpected harvest and has no intention of going into it.
Crazy monks and baizhang people …
After all, all kinds of Lingyou Zen masters are a generation of young monks, a new generation with a natural gap.
It’s better to say that the young monk of Lingyou Zen Master is more of a living "wonder" in his eyes.
"I’ll ask you one last question. Are those three goblins going to ask’ Little Shami’ for help when they run up the mountain?"
When the young Taoist priest made such a big surprise, his wife didn’t say anything
Zhang Tu immediately got up and stopped his wife and watched the young Taoist priest who was still sitting on the bench with a vigilant face.
"Don’t worry, I mean you no harm."
The young Taoist priest who raised his eyelids lightly didn’t care about Zhang Tu’s naked hostility at all.
"Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let those three Grinch’ crimes’ escape for you in front of Chen Zhengdao."