Chapter 672
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The waiter knew that Qin Yun was the gold card holder of Wangjiang building. He immediately promised and turned away.
"Can you eat?" Qin Yun can't laugh or cry.
"Hey, hey, have you forgotten my identity?" Blue dream replied with a smile.
In the next time, Qin Yun finally saw what can eat. If Dongfang Qinglan is here, he will be very ashamed, because there are three or four waiters serving this table alone, including those who serve dishes and those who withdraw dishes.
In short, the blue dream in front of me is like never having enough to eat.
When LAN Meng put down his chopsticks, he patted his unchanged stomach with satisfaction and said, "I've finally eaten a full seven."
"Er..." Qin Yun was speechless for a while. Fortunately, this is his own restaurant, otherwise the meal would be enough to buy a BMW.
After dinner, Qin Yun happened to have a rest with LAN Meng in the hotel of Wangjiang building
East China, Linhai City, seaside.
A green light came from the deep sea and landed on a cliff by the sea.
"Ha ha, my Youming ancestor finally recovered and returned. I see who else is my opponent in China!" The nether ancestor looked at the brightly lit Linhai City and laughed wildly.
At this time, two people in gray came out of the dark of the cliff, a strong man and an old man with gray hair.
The gray haired old man respectfully said to the Youming old ancestor, "old ancestor, the whereabouts of Yi'an has been found."
The gray haired old man is Yuan Wen.
"Ha ha, that's good. Your efficiency is still very fast." The nether ancestor smiled at Yuan Wen.
"Thank you, Grandpa."
"Where is the wing?"
"Qingtai mountain." Yuan asked and replied in a deep voice.
Qingtai mountain is 500 miles northwest of Zhongyang City, and cangkong mountain is almost in the middle of Zhongyang city and Qingtai mountain.
After Yi'an summoned the nether ancestor through the heaven's Secret stone, his spiritual power and blood essence had been exhausted, while the nether ancestor and others went to chase the escaped Qin Yun, leaving him alone in the whole cangkong mountain.
Of course, he would not stay in front of the altar and wait to die. After recovering some strength, he went down the mountain step by step. After getting on a large truck, he fell into a deep coma.
At first, the truck driver thought Yi'an was asleep, but later found that Yi'an had no breath.
The truck driver was frightened. What to do with a dead man on board. At this time, the truck just came near Qingtai mountain. Taking advantage of the sparsely populated area, the driver threw Yi'an down and fled.
Yi'an was saved by master Huiguang's disciple, that is, the little monk, and brought to Qingtai mountain.
"Then we'll kill Qingtai mountain and recapture Yi'an so that we can carry out our next plan." The netherworld ancestor showed his fierce eyes and said.
"Yes!" Yuan Wen and others promised and withdrew.
At midnight, Qingtai mountain, Qingtai temple.
"Dong, Dong, Dong..." the tap came from Qingtai temple, which was particularly pleasant on the quiet top of the mountain.
Wearing cassock, master Huiguang is sitting on his knees in the middle of the main hall of Qingtai temple. He is holding a string of Bodhi Buddha beads in his right hand and knocking on the worn wooden fish in front of him with a wooden mallet in his left hand. His eyes are slightly closed and reciting the Buddhist scriptures.
Suddenly, the Bodhi beads on master Huiguang's right hand scattered all over the ground, and the Bodhi son rolled around in the hall.
Master Huiguang opened his eyes and murmured, "saving people's lives is better than building a seven level floating slaughter. Did I really do wrong?"
At this time, a little monk about 13 or 14 years old came over, "master, your Bodhi has scattered. Let me help you pick it up."
Hui Guang looked at the little monk in front of him, waved his hand and said, "no, since the Bodhi has been scattered, let it go."
With that, he slowly stood up, walked to the Buddha statue in front of him, took a light yellow box and said, "there is a local Bodhisattva's original wish Sutra in it. Tonight, he will recite the Sutra 235 times in front of your martial uncle's tomb."
The little monk looked suspiciously at Hui Guang in front of him and said, "master, today is not the memorial day for martial uncle. Besides, why do you read it 235 times?"
"If you're told to go, go. And don't stop whatever you hear tonight." Master Huiguang said to the little monk.
"Yes, master." The little monk took the box and was about to turn around and leave. Hui Guang continued, "there is still a relic in the box. The relic must be kept."
"Yes." The little monk promised and went towards the big Bluestone in the back mountain.
Huiguang watched the little monk leave, looked around the whole temple, continued to sit in front of the Buddha, picked up the mallet and began to slowly tap the wooden fish in front of him.
After a while, "brush." The two lights fell outside the vermilion gate of Qingtai temple and turned into two people in gray robes.
These two people are Yuan Wen and the strong man.
"Here it is." Yuan Wen looked at the temple door in front of him and said faintly.
"In that case, let's do it." The strong man came to the vermilion temple door.
"Bang!" With a sound of, he kicked the whole temple door out.
The sleeping monks immediately got up, dressed and rushed out of the room.
However, as soon as several fast-moving monks came out of the room, there was a huge war knife flashing in front of them.
"Brush!" At the sound of, the sword suddenly flashed, and a huge knife Qi came face-to-face.
The monks just woke up from their sleep. Before they could react, they were swallowed up by the huge knife Qi. Without even a scream, they lost their breath of life.
"Boom." With a sound of, the knife Qi pushed the whole row of rooms where several monks appeared flat, and some monks who had not waited also died.
Some monks who came out of the other room saw this and shouted, "who dares to break into Qingtai mountain at night!"
Then, with a flash of light in his hand, some shining iron rods appeared in his hand and shouted at the strong man holding the war knife.
Most of these monks are born with accomplishments, and some of them are in the period of extraordinary concentration, but these monks' accomplishments are nothing in front of the strong man.
"Yo, I dare to resist, but there is only one result of resistance, that is death!" The strong man smiled grimly, and the war knife in his hand suddenly soared to a length of ten meters.
Then the strong man swept the war knife with a sharp blade in his hand and attacked the monks.
The blade was like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. The monks flew out without suspense. The moment they touched the blade, they were cut off by blocking their waist. Under one knife, dozens of monks were counted as extraordinary accomplishments, without a living mouth.
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The waiter knew that Qin Yun was the gold card holder of Wangjiang building. He immediately promised and turned away.
"Can you eat?" Qin Yun can't laugh or cry.
"Hey, hey, have you forgotten my identity?" Blue dream replied with a smile.
In the next time, Qin Yun finally saw what can eat. If Dongfang Qinglan is here, he will be very ashamed, because there are three or four waiters serving this table alone, including those who serve dishes and those who withdraw dishes.
In short, the blue dream in front of me is like never having enough to eat.
When LAN Meng put down his chopsticks, he patted his unchanged stomach with satisfaction and said, "I've finally eaten a full seven."
"Er..." Qin Yun was speechless for a while. Fortunately, this is his own restaurant, otherwise the meal would be enough to buy a BMW.
After dinner, Qin Yun happened to have a rest with LAN Meng in the hotel of Wangjiang building
East China, Linhai City, seaside.
A green light came from the deep sea and landed on a cliff by the sea.
"Ha ha, my Youming ancestor finally recovered and returned. I see who else is my opponent in China!" The nether ancestor looked at the brightly lit Linhai City and laughed wildly.
At this time, two people in gray came out of the dark of the cliff, a strong man and an old man with gray hair.
The gray haired old man respectfully said to the Youming old ancestor, "old ancestor, the whereabouts of Yi'an has been found."
The gray haired old man is Yuan Wen.
"Ha ha, that's good. Your efficiency is still very fast." The nether ancestor smiled at Yuan Wen.
"Thank you, Grandpa."
"Where is the wing?"
"Qingtai mountain." Yuan asked and replied in a deep voice.
Qingtai mountain is 500 miles northwest of Zhongyang City, and cangkong mountain is almost in the middle of Zhongyang city and Qingtai mountain.
After Yi'an summoned the nether ancestor through the heaven's Secret stone, his spiritual power and blood essence had been exhausted, while the nether ancestor and others went to chase the escaped Qin Yun, leaving him alone in the whole cangkong mountain.
Of course, he would not stay in front of the altar and wait to die. After recovering some strength, he went down the mountain step by step. After getting on a large truck, he fell into a deep coma.
At first, the truck driver thought Yi'an was asleep, but later found that Yi'an had no breath.
The truck driver was frightened. What to do with a dead man on board. At this time, the truck just came near Qingtai mountain. Taking advantage of the sparsely populated area, the driver threw Yi'an down and fled.
Yi'an was saved by master Huiguang's disciple, that is, the little monk, and brought to Qingtai mountain.
"Then we'll kill Qingtai mountain and recapture Yi'an so that we can carry out our next plan." The netherworld ancestor showed his fierce eyes and said.
"Yes!" Yuan Wen and others promised and withdrew.
At midnight, Qingtai mountain, Qingtai temple.
"Dong, Dong, Dong..." the tap came from Qingtai temple, which was particularly pleasant on the quiet top of the mountain.
Wearing cassock, master Huiguang is sitting on his knees in the middle of the main hall of Qingtai temple. He is holding a string of Bodhi Buddha beads in his right hand and knocking on the worn wooden fish in front of him with a wooden mallet in his left hand. His eyes are slightly closed and reciting the Buddhist scriptures.
Suddenly, the Bodhi beads on master Huiguang's right hand scattered all over the ground, and the Bodhi son rolled around in the hall.
Master Huiguang opened his eyes and murmured, "saving people's lives is better than building a seven level floating slaughter. Did I really do wrong?"
At this time, a little monk about 13 or 14 years old came over, "master, your Bodhi has scattered. Let me help you pick it up."
Hui Guang looked at the little monk in front of him, waved his hand and said, "no, since the Bodhi has been scattered, let it go."
With that, he slowly stood up, walked to the Buddha statue in front of him, took a light yellow box and said, "there is a local Bodhisattva's original wish Sutra in it. Tonight, he will recite the Sutra 235 times in front of your martial uncle's tomb."
The little monk looked suspiciously at Hui Guang in front of him and said, "master, today is not the memorial day for martial uncle. Besides, why do you read it 235 times?"
"If you're told to go, go. And don't stop whatever you hear tonight." Master Huiguang said to the little monk.
"Yes, master." The little monk took the box and was about to turn around and leave. Hui Guang continued, "there is still a relic in the box. The relic must be kept."
"Yes." The little monk promised and went towards the big Bluestone in the back mountain.
Huiguang watched the little monk leave, looked around the whole temple, continued to sit in front of the Buddha, picked up the mallet and began to slowly tap the wooden fish in front of him.
After a while, "brush." The two lights fell outside the vermilion gate of Qingtai temple and turned into two people in gray robes.
These two people are Yuan Wen and the strong man.
"Here it is." Yuan Wen looked at the temple door in front of him and said faintly.
"In that case, let's do it." The strong man came to the vermilion temple door.
"Bang!" With a sound of, he kicked the whole temple door out.
The sleeping monks immediately got up, dressed and rushed out of the room.
However, as soon as several fast-moving monks came out of the room, there was a huge war knife flashing in front of them.
"Brush!" At the sound of, the sword suddenly flashed, and a huge knife Qi came face-to-face.
The monks just woke up from their sleep. Before they could react, they were swallowed up by the huge knife Qi. Without even a scream, they lost their breath of life.
"Boom." With a sound of, the knife Qi pushed the whole row of rooms where several monks appeared flat, and some monks who had not waited also died.
Some monks who came out of the other room saw this and shouted, "who dares to break into Qingtai mountain at night!"
Then, with a flash of light in his hand, some shining iron rods appeared in his hand and shouted at the strong man holding the war knife.
Most of these monks are born with accomplishments, and some of them are in the period of extraordinary concentration, but these monks' accomplishments are nothing in front of the strong man.
"Yo, I dare to resist, but there is only one result of resistance, that is death!" The strong man smiled grimly, and the war knife in his hand suddenly soared to a length of ten meters.
Then the strong man swept the war knife with a sharp blade in his hand and attacked the monks.
The blade was like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. The monks flew out without suspense. The moment they touched the blade, they were cut off by blocking their waist. Under one knife, dozens of monks were counted as extraordinary accomplishments, without a living mouth.
The waiter knew that Qin Yun was the gold card holder of Wangjiang building. He immediately promised and turned away."Can you eat?" Qin Yun can't laugh or cry."Hey, hey, have you forgotten my identity?" Blue dream replied with a smile.In the next time, Qin Yun finally saw what can eat. If Dongfang Qinglan is here, he will be very ashamed, because there are three or four waiters serving this table alone, including those who serve dishes and those who withdraw dishes.In short, the blue dream in front of me is like never having enough to eat.When LAN Meng put down his chopsticks, he patted his unchanged stomach with satisfaction and said, "I've finally eaten a full seven.""Er..." Qin Yun was speechless for a while. Fortunately, this is his own restaurant, otherwise the meal would be enough to buy a BMW.After dinner, Qin Yun happened to have a rest with LAN Meng in the hotel of Wangjiang buildingEast China, Linhai City, seaside.A green light came from the deep sea and landed on a cliff by the sea."Ha ha, my Youming ancestor finally recovered and returned. I see who else is my opponent in China!" The nether ancestor looked at the brightly lit Linhai City and laughed wildly.At this time, two people in gray came out of the dark of the cliff, a strong man and an old man with gray hair.The gray haired old man respectfully said to the Youming old ancestor, "old ancestor, the whereabouts of Yi'an has been found."The gray haired old man is Yuan Wen."Ha ha, that's good. Your efficiency is still very fast." The nether ancestor smiled at Yuan Wen."Thank you, Grandpa.""Where is the wing?""Qingtai mountain." Yuan asked and replied in a deep voice.Qingtai mountain is 500 miles northwest of Zhongyang City, and cangkong mountain is almost in the middle of Zhongyang city and Qingtai mountain.After Yi'an summoned the nether ancestor through the heaven's Secret stone, his spiritual power and blood essence had been exhausted, while the nether ancestor and others went to chase the escaped Qin Yun, leaving him alone in the whole cangkong mountain.Of course, he would not stay in front of the altar and wait to die. After recovering some strength, he went down the mountain step by step. After getting on a large truck, he fell into a deep coma.At first, the truck driver thought Yi'an was asleep, but later found that Yi'an had no breath.The truck driver was frightened. What to do with a dead man on board. At this time, the truck just came near Qingtai mountain. Taking advantage of the sparsely populated area, the driver threw Yi'an down and fled.Yi'an was saved by master Huiguang's disciple, that is, the little monk, and brought to Qingtai mountain."Then we'll kill Qingtai mountain and recapture Yi'an so that we can carry out our next plan." The netherworld ancestor showed his fierce eyes and said."Yes!" Yuan Wen and others promised and withdrew.At midnight, Qingtai mountain, Qingtai temple."Dong, Dong, Dong..." the tap came from Qingtai temple, which was particularly pleasant on the quiet top of the mountain.Wearing cassock, master Huiguang is sitting on his knees in the middle of the main hall of Qingtai temple. He is holding a string of Bodhi Buddha beads in his right hand and knocking on the worn wooden fish in front of him with a wooden mallet in his left hand. His eyes are slightly closed and reciting the Buddhist scriptures.Suddenly, the Bodhi beads on master Huiguang's right hand scattered all over the ground, and the Bodhi son rolled around in the hall.Master Huiguang opened his eyes and murmured, "saving people's lives is better than building a seven level floating slaughter. Did I really do wrong?"At this time, a little monk about 13 or 14 years old came over, "master, your Bodhi has scattered. Let me help you pick it up."Hui Guang looked at the little monk in front of him, waved his hand and said, "no, since the Bodhi has been scattered, let it go."With that, he slowly stood up, walked to the Buddha statue in front of him, took a light yellow box and said, "there is a local Bodhisattva's original wish Sutra in it. Tonight, he will recite the Sutra 235 times in front of your martial uncle's tomb."The little monk looked suspiciously at Hui Guang in front of him and said, "master, today is not the memorial day for martial uncle. Besides, why do you read it 235 times?""If you're told to go, go. And don't stop whatever you hear tonight." Master Huiguang said to the little monk."Yes, master." The little monk took the box and was about to turn around and leave. Hui Guang continued, "there is still a relic in the box. The relic must be kept.""Yes." The little monk promised and went towards the big Bluestone in the back mountain.Huiguang watched the little monk leave, looked around the whole temple, continued to sit in front of the Buddha, picked up the mallet and began to slowly tap the wooden fish in front of him.After a while, "brush." The two lights fell outside the vermilion gate of Qingtai temple and turned into two people in gray robes.These two people are Yuan Wen and the strong man."Here it is." Yuan Wen looked at the temple door in front of him and said faintly."In that case, let's do it." The strong man came to the vermilion temple door."Bang!" With a sound of, he kicked the whole temple door out.The sleeping monks immediately got up, dressed and rushed out of the room.However, as soon as several fast-moving monks came out of the room, there was a huge war knife flashing in front of them."Brush!" At the sound of, the sword suddenly flashed, and a huge knife Qi came face-to-face.The monks just woke up from their sleep. Before they could react, they were swallowed up by the huge knife Qi. Without even a scream, they lost their breath of life."Boom." With a sound of, the knife Qi pushed the whole row of rooms where several monks appeared flat, and some monks who had not waited also died.Some monks who came out of the other room saw this and shouted, "who dares to break into Qingtai mountain at night!"Then, with a flash of light in his hand, some shining iron rods appeared in his hand and shouted at the strong man holding the war knife.Most of these monks are born with accomplishments, and some of them are in the period of extraordinary concentration, but these monks' accomplishments are nothing in front of the strong man."Yo, I dare to resist, but there is only one result of resistance, that is death!" The strong man smiled grimly, and the war knife in his hand suddenly soared to a length of ten meters.Then the strong man swept the war knife with a sharp blade in his hand and attacked the monks.The blade was like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. The monks flew out without suspense. The moment they touched the blade, they were cut off by blocking their waist. Under one knife, dozens of monks were counted as extraordinary accomplishments, without a living mouth.
