Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

Qin Fan pretended to be thinking and hesitating, and said after a while:

"People are not things. How can you just give them away? Let alone such a charming girl as Shuang'er? At least ask Miss Shuang'er what she means?"

Shuang'er, who was still distracted by this sudden incident, was moved when she heard these words.

"Shuang'er is willing, and being able to follow benefactor is a blessing that Shuang'er has cultivated in her previous life." Shuang'er lowered her head, feeling a little happy and also disappointed in her heart.

The little princess was so moved that she never thought that she would have one more person to share her husband.

Fang Yi pursed her vermilion lips, her willow eyebrows were full of worry, she saw that the husband liked Shuang'er quite a lot, her face was very jealous.

"It's cheap for you little eunuch." He Tie folded his hands on his chest, and didn't stop Qin Fan because of his status as a eunuch.

"Who told you that my son is a real eunuch? Auntie, you haven't finished this matter yet, have you?"

At this juncture, He Tieshou, the old hag, could not open any pot, lift any pot, and poke her spine. Qin Fan was furious, and almost wanted to beat her up again.

"You...? Aren't you a real eunuch?" He Tieshou was stunned, this day was really a reversal.

"Could it be that you really hope that I am?" Qin Fan said angrily.

"Okay, that's fine, everyone is happy." He Tieshou spread his hands helplessly.

"Haven't you asked Engong's real name yet?" Third Young Mistress asked again.

Qin Fan didn't need to hide it, he replied truthfully:

"My name is Qin Fan, my baby name is Wei Xiaobao after my mother's surname, and I'm from Yangzhou."

Everyone pondered the meaning of the name carefully.

Qin Fan didn't have the time to spare, so he was about to leave while holding Shuang'er's hand.

"It's been a lot of time this time. I still have important matters to go to Mount Wutai, so I won't be staying soon."

"If there is a chance, I will capture Wu Zhirong, the villain who framed the dealer, and let him deal with him."

"I didn't tell you this, how did benefactor know?" The third young lady was shocked, her benefactor was really a god. .

Looking up again, Qin Fan had already gone out, Shuang'er was pulled by him step by step and turned his head three times, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Third young lady, Shuang'er is gone, you must take care of yourself."

The Third Young Mistress covered her face with her jade hands and kept nodding.

He Tieshou secretly said:

"This stinky boy, he slipped away very fast. I really look forward to the day when he confronts his master. The rivers and lakes have been quiet for too long, and it's time to be lively."

Leaving from the dealer's ghost house, he drove non-stop for a day and a night before arriving at Mount Wutai.

"Ding! The mission is announced: kill Shunzhi, reward ten years of pure internal strength, and 10 taels of silver."

Qin Fan was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt better, and the Wutai Mountain and his party became more motivated.

"Sanggong... You seem to be very happy suddenly? Did something good happen? Tell Ping'er to listen."

The little princess never took his eyes off Qin Fan along the way, so he easily noticed the joy on Qin Fan's face.

"Ping'er, I'll tell you when I come to Xianggong Xiang."

The little princess immediately blushed and scolded coquettishly:

"I hate it, Sister Fang and Shuang'er are watching, I don't want it."

"Then I won't tell you!" Qin Fan smiled heartily. It is a blessing in life to tease the cute little princess every day. Of course, Shuang'er is still shy now. , thinking about it from ear to ear.

"My lord, the Qingliang Temple is a few miles ahead of the Golden Pavilion Temple. Look, you can vaguely see its outline when you look up."

The guide I found while passing through Fuping County was quite professional. If Qin Fan really asked Qin Fan to find the temples on the way, such as Yongquan Temple, Tailu Temple, Stone Buddha Temple, Puji Temple, and Ancient Buddha Temple, I’m afraid It takes a lot of time.

"That's right, you don't have to go up to Qingliang Temple, you can go back and forth with this bounty money."

The guide took the heavy money bag thrown out by Qin Fan, weighed it, and quickly put it away, saying:

"Thank you son, the little one will go back."

Swish!

As soon as the guide left, there was a slight noise from the jungle not far behind, which naturally couldn't be hidden from Qin Fan's keen senses.

But he didn't point it out, and continued to walk towards Qingliang Temple with the three daughters.

"Mao Dongzhu did a good job, and really deceived many high-ranking members of the Dragon Sect. There are at least two first-rate masters and several second-rate masters in the grass." Qin Fan thought to himself as he left.

"Master, is this Qingliang Temple? It seems not as good as those temples in front?" The little princess tapped her red lips with her index finger and said thoughtfully.

Shuang'er was held by the little princess and nodded, and the two cute creatures began to feel that way.

As soon as the four of them stepped into Qingliang Temple, a young monk ran over to greet them, clasped their hands together and said:

"May I ask why the benefactor entered my Qingliang Temple?"

"You are useless, tell your abbot to come out." Qin Fan didn't bother to talk about it and went straight to the point.

Not long after, the little monk brought the abbot over.

"Amitabha, I see that the benefactor is not like a local, why did you come to my Qingliang Temple?"

The abbot spoke slowly.

"I'll cut to the chase. I'm here to protect only one person." Qin Fan leaned closer and whispered.

"Protect a person? Who?" The abbot's expression changed slightly, as he vaguely thought of something.

"You must know this abbot, the former Ninth Five-Year Venerable, is now an idiot in your temple."

Qin Fan paced around with Cheng Guang behind his back, speaking word by word.

"Who the hell are you?" The abbot jumped back and asked vigilantly.

"The deputy head of the imperial guards, under the order of the emperor, to protect the old emperor."

"The news that the old emperor became a monk in Qingliang Temple was spread wantonly by the gangsters. I am afraid that many anti-Qing forces in the Jianghu have already heard about it. How can a mere temple resist it?"

Qin Fan added fuel and jealousy and threatened.

Unexpectedly, the abbot would not accept the soft and hard, and said bravely:

"What evidence do you have? I am not convinced by just one side of the story."

Qin Fan sneered and took out Kangxi's handwriting and said again:

"This is an edict from the emperor, do you still want to resist the order from Qingliang Temple?"

"Besides... look at who they are?"

Qin Fan pointed to the Shenlong Cult members who had just arrived at the gate and said.

The abbot glanced at the gate of the temple, and he saw a group of lamas and dozens of martial arts practitioners.

"Everyone, my Qingliang Temple does not practice rituals in Zen Buddhism. If you want to practice rituals, please move to other temples."

"Fart! How could I, the Tibetan Tantra, come to your place to do rituals?"