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Chapter 975 The Little Monk of Dalin Temple

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    Meng Daling wondered: "What is this Dalin Temple, what is it from Petalin Temple? How come the more I listen, the more confused I become?"

    Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said mysteriously, "Come with me!"

    Having said that, Zhang Xiaohua held Meng's hand, and the two led the horses, walked past the gate of Dalin Temple, followed the mountain path up the mountain, and headed back to the mountain.

    There is a dense forest behind the mountain, and there are chirping birds from time to time. The two of them walked in it, and a sense of tranquility filled their hearts. Meng Meng glanced sideways at Zhang Xiaohua, and Zhang Xiaohua also had the same heart at this time.  Looking at her, Meng pursed her lips and smiled, and put her head on Zhang Xiaohua's not-so-broad shoulders, Zhang Xiaohua stretched out her arms to wrap Meng's waist, and the two of them cuddled together and strolled along the path in the mountains.

    The warm time is always short, just when Zhang Xiaohua and Meng hoped that this trail would go on forever, they came to a mountain spring, "Are you thirsty?" Zhang Xiaohua asked softly in Meng's ear.

    "Don't be thirsty, don't talk, I just want to hear your heartbeat!"

    Zhang Xiaohua smiled, but before he finished laughing, his eyebrows were raised, and he raised his eyes to look at the mountain road in the distance. Meng Shushu closed his eyes slightly, but when Zhang Xiaohua raised his eyes, her eyes  His eyes were also opened, and at the end of the mountain road in the distance, a group of bald-headed monks ran over in a short while, and they looked like they were only in their teens.

    This team of monks is strange, what they are performing is the lightness kung fu that is common in the Jianghu, but when performing it, their arms are open, and each of their hands is carrying a huge bucket that is about the same height as them.  The bottom is also different from usual, it is all pointed.

    Those monks came towards Zhang Xiaohua and the others, but they didn't look sideways, they didn't even look at them, they went straight to the mountain spring, everyone threw the buckets in their hands into the mountain spring, filled two full buckets of water,  Then it was the same as when he came here just now, with his arms stretched out, holding the two buckets in his hands.

    "This" Zhang Xiaohua and Mengmeng were startled, the bucket was quite big, and if they were filled with water, it might weigh over a hundred catties?  These little monks were only in their teens, and they held the bucket at shoulder level. How could they do it without the strength of their hands?

    Zhang Xiaohua and Meng looked at each other in surprise. These monks looked like the lowest-generation disciples of Dalin Temple. Carrying water must be their daily homework.  The skill of the monk can tell how rich the famous Dalin Temple is!

    "Little master, is Dalin Temple in front?" Meng hurriedly asked the last young monk.

    Unexpectedly, the little monk just looked sideways and ignored it, holding the bucket in both hands and turning straight, "This little monk is really ignorant!" Meng whispered.

    The little monk seemed to hear it, and his little ears moved slightly, but at this moment, maybe it was because of distraction, or maybe it was slippery by the mountain spring, the little monk slipped on his feet, and his whole body fell into the mountain spring.

    However, even so, the little monk's two hands still held the two buckets tightly, and that's exactly what happened. The two buckets weighed over a hundred catties, which made the monk unable to adjust his balance for a while, and just fell into the mountain spring.  , and at this time, it was too late to let go.

    "Ouch~" Seeing that the little monk was about to fall into the water, she cried out unconsciously, her body moved slightly, and she wanted to rescue her, but before her scream fell to the ground, she saw Zhang Xiaohua's familiar figure, like a  A wisp of light smoke drifted towards the little monk, but the little monk didn't realize it, and grabbed his neck with one hand, lifted him from the top of the mountain spring out of thin air, and then his figure fluttered again, and fell to the mountain.  The monk and the two buckets in the monk's hand are like feathers!

    Zhang Xiaohua's attack was very swift. When the young monks in front heard Meng's exclamation, they turned around and saw that Zhang Xiaohua had already brought the little monk to the ground.  Wanting to put his hands together to thank him, he looked at the buckets in both hands and nodded apologetically at Zhang Xiaohua, then looked at the young monks in front of him, twitched the corner of his right eye, and then did not  After speaking, he got up and chased after the little monk in front.

    "This little monk? Why don't you thank him?" Meng dissatisfied: "Although it was not a life-saving grace, it didn't make him a ruined woman!"

    Zhang Xiaohua knew that Meng was still a little wary of this Dalin Temple, so she complained and smiled unconsciously: "Didn't you see that these little monks are silent, even the little monk who fell into the water did not speak, and  And look at the sharp bottom of the buckets, it seems that they won't let you stop. Hehe, didn't you see the little monk winking just now, didn't you mean to let us follow?"

    "Oh, that's it." Meng pursed her lips and smiled, and then smashed her mouth again, and said, "Xiaohua, hehe, your lightness kung fu is really not good."Then great monk, look at my senior sister's dress, don't you know our reason?"

    "What's so strange about such a dress?" The great monk waved his hands when he heard it: "The poor monk has been patrolling here for several years, and women come here every day dressed as disciples of the Chuanxiang Sect, but which one is real?  Don't play any tricks!"

    "Huh???" Not to mention Zhang Xiaohua, even the dream was astonishing, they never thought that someone would pretend to be a disciple of Chuanxiang Sect!

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