Chi Mo dared not offend Zhao Yunrui, a godlike woman.

After all, he could barely be considered as a master of Chunyang Palace. If Zhao Yunrui gets angry, she will take her own thing to Chunyang Palace to open a teahouse, and it will be a lot of fun.

Turning over and dismounting, Chi Mo's eyes swept across the teahouse in front of him, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Boss, there are quite a lot of people here."

"That's right, these days, the court will build altars here, worship mountains and rivers, and pray for the Tang Dynasty, so our small teahouse has a good business."

Zhao Yunrui smiled so hard that his eyebrows were curved. Even though he was old, his intoxicating charm was not inferior to that of the past.

"Saint..."

"Um?"

"Ahem! Brother Mo..." Fang Ziyou, who had turned over and dismounted, touched his chest with a slight ache, and changed his name strangely, "Brother Mo, how can we take a break in this boss's teahouse?"

He is also familiar with Zhao Yunrui. Not long ago, the boss lady opened the teahouse to Xiake Island in Donghai, which is adjacent to Penglai Island. As the young master of Penglai, he would go to this teahouse for tea.

"Who am I at that time? It turns out that I was the Young Master Penglai, but I haven't seen each other for some days."

When Zhao Yunrui saw Fang Ziyou, he thought about it and finally remembered who this person was.

"Why did Young Master Fang get here?"

"Oh...it's hard to describe in one word, boss lady."

Fang Ziyou bowed to Zhao Yunrui, walked into the teahouse with Chi Mo, looked around and found that there was no space left.

Suddenly, Chi Mo and Fang Ziyou suddenly heard a voice: "Ziyou! I'm here!"

Fang Ziyou turned around and looked happy: "Brother Kang! There is also Qingfan!"

The young man called Brother Kang was sitting opposite a young monk with a handsome face, nodding and smiling at Fang Ziyou.

He walked over and sat down, Fang Zi said, "Brother Mo, let me introduce you. This is the head of the Kang family of Donghai Cave Heaven Fudi Island. This is Master Qingfan of Shaolin. We have met in the East China Rebellion that you mentioned before."

"Brother Kang, Qingfan, this is the saint of Chunyang Palace--"

"cough!"

"Master Chi Mo!"

Fang Ziyou grinned his teeth and felt that his waist began to hurt.

Everyone greeted each other and then started chatting.

While talking, Chi Mo learned that Kang Yan had left Dongtian Fudi Island and came to the Central Plains to worship Shaolin to learn Shaolin's magical skills.

"Go to Shaolin?" Chi Mo raised his eyebrows, "Brother Kang, you don't want your huge property?"

"Hehe, I have an older brother above. People who are spoiled by my brother can be willful, right?"

"However, after joining Shaolin, you have to be ordained. You can't eat meat yet. Can you stand it?"

"this……"

Kang Yanbo showed a hint of hesitation on his face, but he quickly gritted his teeth again.

"fine!"

Fang Ziyou couldn't help laughing: "I see that you are so reluctant to leave the world, why don't you be a lay disciple? In this way, you have the skills and your hair will be saved, and you can still eat meat."

"Strange disciple? What is that?"

Kang Yan has been in the East China Sea for a long time, and this time he came to the Central Plains for the first time, so he naturally didn't know the twists and turns in it.

At present, Qingfan, who was born in Shaolin, explained in detail the difference between lay disciples and monk disciples for Kang Yanbie.

After listening, Kang Yanwu's eyes shone: "Okay! I'm going to be a lay disciple!"

"But..." Qingfan shook his head, "Don't have a banquet, it's not easy for you to worship Master Chengzheng, the first Damo Academy, as a lay disciple. Master Chengzheng has stopped accepting lay disciples in recent years."

Kang Yan didn't clench his fists and his face was full of fighting spirit: "It's okay, I will definitely succeed!"

Finally, he looked at Fang Ziyou and Chi Mo again: "Ziyou, Taoist Master, what are you doing here?"

Chi Mo and Fang Ziyou looked at each other.

Teahouses are crowded with people, so they are not suitable to say something.

"Qingfan, has something happened to you Shaolin recently?"

When Qingfan heard Chi Mo's question, he shook his head.

"No big thing happened. In addition to the imperial court recruiting many fellow brothers, there are nearby villagers who prune the altar and everything is normal."

"No..." Chi Mo murmured, "The boss's wife opens the teahouse here. According to the principle, Shaolin must be finished-"

Bang!

At this time, the proprietress slammed a pot of tea and several tea cups on the table, rolling her eyes at Chi Mo: "Can you say something good, Taoist priest? Why has my teahouse become a star in your mouth?"

"Boss, this is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Taoist priest, if you talk nonsense, I will go to open a teahouse outside Chunyang Palace in Huashan. I just want to see Chunyang's snow."

Chi Mo: “…………………”

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

At this time, a large group of people rushed towards Shaolin outside the teahouse.

Qingfan glanced at the man in charge and frowned: "Shanhe Pass?"

"What kind of mountains and rivers are used to?"

"The Taoist priest doesn't know anything." Qing Fan called a Buddhist name and then explained, "The Shanchuan Envoy was an official appointed by the imperial court to build an altar to Shaoshi Mountain to worship the mountains and rivers. This time, five altars were built, Feng Ling, Rain Ling, Thunder Ling, and Shanze. Because of the huge project, the surrounding villagers and the brothers in the temple were recruited, and even many senior brothers who guarded the forbidden area, Damo Cave were drawn out."

"But, why did this mountain and river camp suddenly go to Shaolin after being in the nearby mountain and river camp?"

Chi Mo tapped the desktop with his fingers, all he thought.

"Let's go, we'll go too."

"good!"

Seeing Chi Mo and Fang Ziyou suddenly stood up, Qingfan seemed to realize something was wrong and hurriedly followed.

After not shouting Kang Yan behind, he had no choice but to throw tea money at the table and rushed over a few steps.

On the way, four people followed the army from afar.

"Master, is something happening?" Qingfan asked.

There are no idle people around now, so Chi Mo expressed his purpose of traveling to Shaolin with Fang Zi.

After listening, Qingfan's face changed.

"Qixiufang and Zangjian Villa were attacked by Na Xie Cai? They are still coming to attack Shaolin? No - we must inform the abbot immediately."

"etc--!"

Fang Ziyou held the folding fan in his hand and stopped Qingfan.

"Don't be impatient, investigate first. The mountains and rivers suddenly went to Shaolin. Their army was slow to move, so we rushed to the path with light skills. Don't go to the house, you can't do light skills, be careful."

"I know, don't worry, go first, I won't drag you back."

Don’t nod, Kang Yan.

At that moment, Chi Mo and the other two used their light skills, bypassed the army of the mountain and river envoys, and rushed all the way, and soon arrived at Shaolin Temple.

The holy land of Buddhism, a thousand-year-old temple, the Zen sound surrounds the beams and the sandalwood is endless.
Chapter completed!