Jiang Xiaobai was upset, and suddenly, a voice came into his ears and mind from the void.

"Amitabha, Jiang Daoyou, you are a disciple of a saint, the poor monk really can't stand your worship, I hope you will forgive me!"

Guanyin spoke?

Jiang Xiaobai stared at the buttocks of the Guanyin statue for a long time, and found that there was indeed a trace of divinity on this statue, and it was estimated that he gave him incense, which alarmed the Guanyin in the sky, and he came to explain it to himself.

So although he seems to be rejected for incense, he is actually too awesome, so Guanyin doesn't dare to let himself worship him, it's really awesome!

Jiang Xiaobai was secretly refreshed, feeling like he had drunk ice on a June day.

"Xiaobai, what's the matter with you?"

My aunt's heart was not as big as Jiang Xiaobai's, and she didn't receive the Bodhisattva's transmission, and when she saw the statue of Guanyin, who sent her son, she turned her back to herself, thinking that she had done something wrong and was not treated by the Bodhisattva.

"Amitabha, the Bodhisattva forgives the sins, the Bodhisattva forgives the sins!" the aunt knelt on the futon made of willow branches, kowtowed again and again, and recited the words in her mouth.

Jiang Xiaobai said: "Aunt, don't ask the Bodhisattva for forgiveness, he wasn't angry with you, he just didn't dare to let me worship him, so he just turned around!"

"Bah, blah, all nonsense, you better go out, don't talk nonsense anymore, be careful that the Great Compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva blames you!" said my aunt.

Jiang Xiaobai shrugged his shoulders, what is this called, to tell the truth, no one believes it, it's so sad.

He wanted to pull Guanyin out of the mud tire, let her explain it to his aunt, and do ideological work.

However, considering that this is likely to scare his aunt, Jiang Xiaobai decided to forget it.

was driven out of the Guanyin Hall by his aunt, Jiang Xiaobai was idle and bored, and slipped to the Wucai Temple next to him, and he was about to bow down.

"Stop!"

With a shout, the statue of the God of Martial Arts and Wealth sitting on the stone platform seemed to come to life, and its two eyes became smart, flowing with light, looking at Jiang Xiaobai.

"Little White Prison Keeper, what are you doing, we are also friends, I have also been in the immortal prison in the world, you can't hurt me like this, you are a saint disciple, you have the charm of a saint, you bow down, I will lose at least five hundred years of skill. Zhao Gongming said with a drooping face.

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, and said excitedly: "It turns out that I'm so awesome!"

He didn't feel anything before, and he didn't always keep the cheap master Taishang Laojun in mind, and besides, the Great Chitian Taiqing Immortal Realm had been closed, and he almost forgot that he had such an awesome master.

Now it seems that his identity is still very powerful, and even Zhao Gongming and Guanyin dare not worship him.

Jiang Xiaobai suddenly had an idea in his mind, he thought, since he is so awesome, if he finds a temple of Manjushri old bald donkey, go and give him a few pillars of incense, and worship more, will it directly make him vomit blood and seriously injured?

However, this kind of thing is still quite risky, so Jiang Xiaobai humbly asked Zhao Gongming's opinion.

After hearing Jiang Xiaobai's thoughts, Zhao Gongming felt as if there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past at the same time.

He felt that Jiang Xiaobai was really a wonder, if others became saint disciples, they would regard this identity as the supreme glory, even if they tried their best, they would not let this identity suffer a little dust.

Jiang Xiaobai was good, and he actually took the identity of a saint's disciple to incense other immortals.

You must know that incense is to contribute the power of your faith, which is equivalent to becoming a believer in other immortals, which is a very humiliating thing for any immortal, Jiang Xiaobai is actually ready to do this.

But thinking that Jiang Xiaobai almost incensed himself just now, Zhao Gongming was relieved, he had already determined that Jiang Xiaobai was a wonderful flower.

"Little White Prison Warden, I advise you not to do this, you are doing this, you are completely losing the face of the Taiqing Saint, if he knows, I think you will be cleaned up!" Zhao Gongming said speechlessly.

Hearing him say this, Jiang Xiaobai dispelled his thoughts, if he made Taishang Laojun angry, he was unhappy, and he really gave himself to ashes, it would be too unwonderful.

"Okay, I know, don't worry, I won't do this, you go back!" Xu Ziqing Zhao Gongming waved his hand.

After looking for the arch and leaving, Jiang Xiao slowly retreated from the Martial Wealth God Temple.

He looked left and right at no one, flipped his palm, and a blank translucent jade plaque appeared in his hand, the blank divine position that the Jade Emperor had rewarded him with before the official.

"Since my status is so high, then I will take you to light incense, you shouldn't mind, anyway, the three of you are not enough, it is better to give it to me, you say yes, yo, if you don't answer, if you don't answer, then I will take you as a promise!"

Jiang Xiaobai urged the blank divine position, aimed at the small cloud of incense above the temple, sucked it violently, and swallowed it in a few seconds.

At the same time, in Xiniu Hezhou, in the purple bamboo forest of the South China Sea, a woman with black hair and bare feet was making a veil, suddenly, her movements broke for a moment, and then she shook her head, "Jiang Xiaobai, how could a saint accept such a disciple, is it ......?"

In another place, the Heavenly Court God of Wealth Mansion, Zhao Gongming was cultivating with his eyes closed, and suddenly opened his eyes, shook his head with a wry smile, "Sure enough, it's still a familiar formula, goose plucking, this is the style of the little white prison manager." ”

Suddenly, he thought of something, took out the communication jade talisman, and contacted Bigan, "Hey, Bigan, you will find that you have lost a trace of incense later, don't feel strange, it was Jiang Xiaobai, a disciple of the Taiqing Sage, don't go to him for trouble, otherwise you will probably get into trouble!"

"Okay, I understand, thank you Brother Gongming!"

Bigan was in his mansion, and he put down the communication jade talisman with palpitations.

Fortunately, Zhao Gongming's call came in time, otherwise he would have offended Jiang Xiaobai if he hurriedly descended to the earth, but he had heard that Jiang Xiaobaixin was not only a disciple of a saint, but also a celebrity in front of the Queen Mother Jade Emperor.

In other words, Jiang Xiaobai's side, after absorbing the small cloud of incense that had accumulated in the Guanyin Temple for so long, Jiang Xiaobai felt that the cultivation in his body seemed to have increased a little.

"Incense is worthy of the purest power of faith, and it can be transformed into mana cultivation by direct absorption, it seems that there is another shortcut for yourself!" Jiang Xiaobai calculated in his heart with a smile.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaobai frowned, because he felt that there was suddenly another group of people at the foot of the mountain.

"Is it so lively today? I want to see what the hell is ...... sacred."