Chapter 162 (1/2)

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!”