Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

The abbot was a little helpless, he spread his hands, and said in a gentle tone: "Old haha, I said, you can go too, with you, the great mage watching, what else can we do?"

"And" the abbot said with some surprise after a pause: "According to what Huiwu and Huizu said, you seem to have made a big evil spirit as a friend, you can also call him, double insurance is always enough. "

The old man paused, a little suspicious, he frowned and thought about it.

There is no doubt that there are only two senior guards in Luode Temple. In fact, neither the old man nor Luo Qing is a threat at all.

This level of request is already considered sincere. There are two people watching, and no one can do things under their noses.

But the contradictory words of Luode Temple clearly told the old man that there is a problem with this temple, and the former holy place may no longer be pure.

And the fat old man in front of him.

"Old fat man, you and dad have been friends for decades, do you really want Xiaoyu to go to Luode Temple?" Dad stared closely at the abbot's eyes, trying to see something from it.

The abbot also looked at each other calmly: "Old haha, I believe you can also feel the growth of the world now. In just three months, the world has changed so much that we can barely recognize it."

The abbot looked at his father with some emotion, and said seriously: "Last night, for example, there were obviously dark forces that went up to the next level, and none of them could lead justice. I always feel that the current prosperity is just a bubble, which will shatter at the touch of a finger. .”

The old man paused and remained silent for a long time, then he said lightly, "You don't need to worry about these things, you just need to recite scriptures quietly in your bustle, and other old men will take care of it."

The abbot was stunned for a long time, and he said softly: "Old haha, you know, the mission of Luode Temple is for the saints, and all of us belong to the saints. Since the saints of Lopez have left inheritance, it must be It will be of great help to the contemporary Saint Seiya."

"You can question your friends, you can also question this monastery that has been passed down for thousands of years, but you can't question the saint who ended the dark age."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his father and fell silent.

The old man looked down at the teacup on the table in a daze, decent is always decent, he can't do whatever he wants like a villain, and he can't shut out his friends just because of a little guesswork.

So silence became a kind of silent refusal. The old man picked up the teapot and poured tea silently, when the cup was full and the tea water flowed down the cup.

The abbot who sat across from the old man paused, and he stood up, his eyes a little lonely: "Old haha. We haven't seen each other for 20 years, really. Can't we go back?"

The old man didn't speak, just put down the teapot lightly, and silently wiped the overflowing tea with the cloth on the table.

The abbot's round face showed obvious sadness, and he bowed slightly: "Master Chen, excuse me."

As he said that, he turned around and walked out, his footsteps were slightly sloppy.

"Haha. Good morning daddy, good morning Tolu." At this time, Xiaoyu came down from the second floor with a yawn, said hello, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

But the abbot who had already walked to the door was stunned by the greeting, his waist trembled slightly, there was a dry peach wood staff, a peach blossom shone slightly on the top of it, and the fragrance of peach blossom began to linger in the air. Spread in Papa's Antiques.

Tru, who was making breakfast in the kitchen, as well as the old man and the abbot were all stunned, and they looked at the staff at the waist that was trembling more and more violently at the same time.

As time slowly passed, Xiaoyu finished washing and came out, her little nose twitched twice, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

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"Hey Tru, are you making peach blossom cakes today? It looks delicious. I didn't expect you to have this skill." She walked towards the kitchen and tried to steal a piece first.

The moment she walked into the kitchen, the [-]-centimeter mahogany staff around the abbot's waist broke free, and flew straight towards the kitchen like a runaway erha.

Xiaoyu didn't notice anything at all, just when she was about to go to Latroux's trouser leg to see the Peach Blossom Crisp, a hard object ran into her hand by herself.

Xiaoyu was stunned, turned her head to look, and immediately saw a peach blossom blooming towards her.

She was stunned, subconsciously threw the staff out and shouted: "Dad, it's haunted, there's a stick trying to kidnap me!"

The father and the abbot from the outside world looked at each other, and they both saw the confusion in each other's eyes. This thing is the treasure of their temple in Luode Temple. According to legend, it is a staff used by saints of all ages, and it contains incredible magic.

Even the abbot and the holy master couldn't fully control this weapon, and now the treasure of the temple has just slipped into someone's hands?

Seeing no response from behind, Xiaoyu ran out decisively.

The trembling staff that flew up again paused. If someone looked carefully, they could clearly see that the peach blossom at the top was a little wilted, as if they could feel a sense of loss from it.

In Tru's shocked eyes, the mahogany staff paused, turned around and flew out slowly and aggrieved.

And Xiaoyu had already run behind her father at this moment, pointing to the magic staff at the door of the kitchen and complaining loudly: "Yes, father, that's it. I was just about to have breakfast, but for no reason it slipped into my hands."

The old man and the abbot looked at each other again, and the two opened their mouths to say something, but in the end they fell silent again, not knowing what to say.

And the magic staff was still approaching, but this time it became a little cautious, trying to bypass the old man and Fei Xiaoyu's hand.

It's just that Xiaoyu has just woken up, and she is still a little dazed, she walks around her father to hide from the staff.

Immediately, there was a scene in the living room where she ran away from it and she was unable to fly.

And the old man finally came back to his senses at this time, he held down Xiaoyu, who had been chased by the super weapon all the way, and said helplessly: "It's like this, this is the abbot of the Lode Temple, And the staff behind him is the weapon of a saint."

Xiaoyu was stunned, she looked at the Buddhist staff, then at the monk at the door, and after realizing it, she stretched out her hand cautiously.

The magic staff instantly branched out visible to the naked eye, and immediately flew into her hand, where it stayed quietly, as if there was nothing unusual about it.

The old man looked at the abbot with a headache, the two old men looked at each other, the old man pushed his reading glasses, and said helplessly: "It seems that the old man still needs to talk to you, for example, how about leaving this staff? ?”

There was a gentle smile on the abbot's face, and his whole body exuded a kind of kindness: "This is a treasure that we have passed down for thousands of years. I would be happy to chat with you."

At this time, Tru came out with breakfast, and Chen Long went out early in the morning because he wanted to see the teacher. After all, the teacher said that it would be better to go early so as not to take up the students' class time, so it was about eight o'clock.

It's just that Tru still made breakfast for four people. After all, the atmosphere of the two old men was good at the beginning.

"Sir, guest, you can have breakfast." Trudeau said gently.

The old man was helpless: "Shall we chat while eating?"

The smile on the abbot's face grew stronger and he looked at the breakfast: "Oh~ old haha, so you still remember that I like edamame sandwiches the most, so I'm not welcome."

After the old man had a meal, he immediately became unhappy: "That's my father's breakfast, you should eat a ham sandwich."

"Benevolent saints, old haha, although Luode Temple does not believe in Buddhism, we are not allowed to eat meat. Saints are always benevolent." The abbot said with a smile.

But just as he finished speaking, Xiaoyu quietly stretched out her hand and grabbed a sandwich with the most meat.

With the father smiling and the abbot froze, he said with a sneer, "That... I'm still growing."

The old man teased: "Look, the old man said that you violated the wishes of the saints, right?"

The abbot smiled helplessly, but still didn't put down the edamame sandwich, and bickered with his old friend at the right time: "Buddhism says that wine and meat pass through the heart of the Buddha, but there are clear rules and precepts, so this sentence means that the Buddha can eat it." Meat, monks can't do it, so I don't have any conflicts."

The old man sneered: "You are still as eloquent as before, not a monk at all."

The abbot is gentle: "You are not bad, you are not stubborn like a mage."

The atmosphere gradually heated up amidst the bickering between the two old men. Because of a staff, it seemed that the old friends had returned to the past.

Perhaps there is also a reason why the two deliberately maintained it. After all, they are old and many friends are passing away. The only remaining ones are extraordinarily precious.

When breakfast was finished, Xiaoyu suddenly became distressed. In the very complicated eyes of the abbot, no matter whether Xiaoyu threw away the staff or pressed it with a book, the staff was like a dog skin plaster, sticking upside down constantly, and never tire of turning around dart.

"Father, I'm going to class. How do I put this thing away? I can't bring it to school. I've been called parent eight times in three months." Xiaoyu threw away the sacred object of Luode Temple After going out, it flew back by itself with a whoosh.

Even if Xiaoyu didn't hold it, it would still hang in her hand and cling to it, making it impossible to get rid of it.

"I'll try." The abbot approached somewhat complicatedly, reaching out to touch the staff.

It's just that his hand just stretched out, and the magic staff that was close to Xiaoyu's palm suddenly faded away and merged into Xiaoyu's palm, forming a peach blossom shape in her palm.

The abbot paused, his eyes became more complicated, ah, with such an upside-down post, don't you know that licking a dog will kill you?What about the holy things? What about your dignity?

Xiaoyu was also stunned. She looked at her palm, and surprise burst out in her eyes: "Cool, I have a tattoo, right?"

A smile appeared on the father's face: "Xiaoyu, the time is almost up, you have to go to school."

Xiaoyu looked at the clock. At 8:40, she was startled. She put her schoolbag on her back and rushed out of the gate: "Goodbye dad, goodbye great monk, goodbye Tru."

When Xiaoyu walked away, the old man took a sip of tea and said, "The old man of Luode Temple will go there, you can go back and wait."

The abbot's eyes became more complicated. He felt that today's three views are almost broken. What's the matter?

He asked complicatedly: "Didn't you just say you want to discuss it?"

The old man put down his teacup, glanced at him, and said calmly, "You can take that magic staff away."

The abbot looked at his father and Tolu who was sitting quietly next to his father, and held back for a long time before saying: "Old haha, you are even more shameless than before."

The old man looked out of the window indifferently, without embarrassment at all: "The treasure has a spirit, and you can choose its owner. The ceremony of recognizing the owner just now has been completed, which means that this is what a real saint means. Old fat man, don't go away!" Crooked."

The abbot was startled for a long time, then he sighed softly, stood up and saluted slightly: "Then I will be at Luode Temple, waiting for your big fight."

After finishing speaking, he walked out with a complicated face, while thinking about something, his eyes flickered.

As the abbot, how could he not know the new prophecy of the saint, but in his heart, the revival of the saint would definitely be a good thing.

That means that the human race will be able to deal with any danger in this dharma-ending era, and let the prosperity of this world continue forever.

Instead of relying on Taishan to support the people's sky.

It's just that he didn't expect that because of this prophecy, decades of friendship would fade away, Saint Master.

There was a thoughtful look on the abbot's wrinkled face, it seemed that he should check it out.

As the sky was getting darker, on the cliffs in the mountains, a dragon chant resounded through the sky.

The balance between heaven and earth has slowly increased a bit, but the positive air pressure still surpasses the black air. The Shadow Queen's vacancy cannot be filled by the Daolong breakthrough and one more bone dragon.

But this is not a big problem, and it doesn't affect Luo Qing's joy in the slightest.

Looking at the huge ancient dragon soaring in the sky, the scarlet ghostly fire was burning in its skull, and the joints that seemed to be very weak were closely connected together, coupled with the huge body and majestic appearance.

This is simply the most ideal mount in the dream.

At this time, a rotten dragon's power subsided, and the forest fell into a long silence, only the sound of the giant dragon flapping its bones and wings was left.

The joy in Luo Qing's eyes deepened, his eyes turned into a Tai Chi look, the monocle appeared to reflect the moonlight slightly, and he obtained the bone dragon's information without the slightest sense of prying eyes.

[Name: El Ronne. (Necro)

Race: Undead.

Strength: Lord. (Archmage)

Order: A summoned object of a certain saint, a representative of high and low reputation, the current performance is pretty good.

Evaluation: A single individual, but bound to the power of a certain saint, has become a direct summon of a certain saint, has the potential to grow, but is limited by the strength of a certain saint, and can only be one realm lower than him forever. It has to be said that this is a kind of sadness for El Ronne.

Note: El Ronne: Evil spirit who eats my flesh and enslaves my soul, you will die in the end! 】

The corner of Luo Qing's mouth twitched, is the current order able to convey ideas to the dead?

But this is also the result of his busy day. If the summoned object is just a dead object, such as a casually summoned skeleton, what's the use of the one that shatters when touched?

The current Elrona is very good, bound to his own strength, although he will always be a level lower than himself, but so what?

When he reaches the king, then Elrona will have the powerful strength in his lifetime, and he will be absolutely loyal to him, so why not do it?

The only disadvantage is that it takes time, but the time has passed, and the rest are all benefits.