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Wusheng Mountain, at the gate of Tibetan Dingguan, there are two monks wearing simple monk's robes standing at the door, which seems to be a little out of place with this gate.

The two monks, one old and one young, the old monk's eyebrows are already snow-white, his face is dark, the wrinkles on his face outline a series of furrows, and his body is slightly thin, like a bamboo pole, at first glance, he looks like a refugee who has come out of a war-torn place, and it seems that he has not eaten a full meal for a long time.

The young monk's figure was stronger, standing quietly beside the old man, slightly dark, but he could see that there was no emotion on his immature face.

Neither monk spoke, but just stood there like two statues.

After a while, a small Taoist priest came out and said to the two: "Two masters, the Changhe Daoist promised to see you, please come with us." ”

The old monk folded his hands and spoke in more authentic Chinese: "Thank you little master for leading the way." ”

The young monk also folded his hands and bowed slightly, looking very polite.

The little Taoist smiled a little shyly, as if it was the first time he was so respected, and then led the way in front, took the two monks all the way to the small courtyard behind, stretched out his hand and said respectfully: "Two masters, the Taoist chief is inside, please." ”

The two monks folded their hands together again to thank them, and then walked in.

Both sides represent two large sects that are famous in the world, and their inheritances are more than 2,000 years old, so when they meet each other. Etiquette is called a foot swing. No one allows the slightest rudeness to be there. Let the other party look flat.

The little Taoist priest pushed the door of the small courtyard open, and the two monks walked in gently, and they were a little surprised to see a group of people standing in the courtyard. They all thought that Daomen was also a quiet place, and there should only be people from Wusheng Mountain here, but now it seems that there are still outsiders.

Moreover, the eyes of the old monk saw Wen Donggui. His pupils shrank obviously, and then he stepped forward to put his hands together in front of the Changhe Taoist priest and said, "Amitabha, Lao Qu Fuluo, take the apprentice Xingzi to meet the Wusheng Mountain Tibetan Dingguan Changhe Zhenren, the ...... of the Yuanding Dao."

The young monk Xingzi also folded his hands and said in a regular manner: "Little monk Xingzi, I have seen the real person of Changhe, and the ...... of Yuanding Dao"

This is a cumbersome religious rule, and the two monks call Changhe and Wang Cheng Dao, which represents the meeting of the two major religions. It's not the same as a simple martial artist.

Taoist Changhe and Wang Cheng's master and apprentice also had to meet the two of them in a proper manner.

After seeing it, the Changhe Taoist priest asked the two monks to sit down.

Old monk Fro sat down. The little monk Xingzi stood behind him.

Sitting opposite the old monk Froth was Wen Donggui, and behind Wen Donggui stood the Wen family brothers and sisters.

In the three directions, there are representatives of two major schools and a large family in the world that have been inherited for more than 2,000 years!

Each one of them is a master of the world.

Wen Donggui took a sip of tea, glanced at Flo, and asked lightly, "Is Pinu dead?"

Flo glanced at Wen Donggui, lowered his eyebrows and folded his hands together, and said, "The old man has seen Lord Wen. Senior Brother Pinu is the protector of my Buddhist Vajra lineage, and I am the Tantric lineage, and there is not much intersection between the two. However, as far as I know, after Brother Pinu fought with the benefactor back then, he was almost seriously injured and died, but he returned to the Bodhi Dojo in the holy land of Buddhism to meditate, and was treated to save his life, and he has not come out yet!"

Wen Donggui's hand holding the tea shook slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Bodhi Dojo is one of the four holy places of Buddhism in India, and it is recorded in history that this is the place where Buddha Shakyamuni became a Buddha, so it has always been the most important Buddhist holy place in the eyes of Buddhist disciples, and it is more meaningful than the place where the Buddha was born and preached, as well as the place of death, representing Buddhahood, so it is a holy place where Buddhist masters are most concentrated.

It is rumored that there are many masters of Buddhism there who are pursuing the Buddha's Buddhahood breath of Buddha Shakyamuni.

Wen Donggui was worried that the slave monk had returned to the Bodhi Dojo for many years, and maybe he had healed the injuries in his viscera, and then he might go to the Wen family again in the near future, and there was no one in the entire Wen family who could resist it.

After all, Indian Buddhism also has many internal methods that ordinary people cannot understand.

Flo looked at Wen Donggui and said, "It's a pity that the donor is still injured for many years." ”

Wen Donggui glanced at Fu Luo coldly, obviously not interested in him, and shook his head: "There is no need for the master to worry about the old man's injury, tell me the purpose of your coming to Wusheng Mountain." Master, you have traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to come to my land of Chinese Taoism, not to exchange religious ideas, right?"

Daoist Changhe sat between the two, drinking tea very calmly, and behind him stood Wang Cheng and other people from the Wusheng Mountain Gate. At this moment, he looked up at Flo, in fact, he and Wang Cheng's master and apprentice already roughly knew each other's intentions.

Because, as Flo said, it belongs to the tantric lineage of Buddhism.

Flo looked at the teacup in front of him, then looked at Daoist Changhe, and said inquiringly: "Actually, our master and apprentice came on foot, over the area of the Great Snow Mountain, and over thousands of miles of snowfields, in search of the true meaning of the Dharma. Changhe Zhenren, half a year ago, three of my Tantric disciples went to the Western Regions of China to look for the Vajra Sect Portal, which was the self-established portal of my Buddhist Sect, but then they all disappeared. As far as I know, at that time, Changhe Zhenren, you were also looking for the portal of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions with your noble disciples and bright lanterns, have you ever seen my three senior brothers?

The atmosphere in the arena became extremely quiet.

Wen Donggui's grandfather and grandson all looked at Daoist Changhe and Wang Cheng's master and apprentice curiously, of course they didn't know about this, only Wang Cheng's master and apprentice knew about it.

At this point, others sound like legends.

The Wen family is also a Huatuo family with a two-thousand-year-old heritage, and there is a partial inheritance of the Five Fowl Sect, so they naturally know what kind of realm the sound condenses and the qi is.

It can be said that there are not many such masters in the entire world now, maybe not one.

Such a master. Once it appears. It's almost invincible indeed.

But. Wen Donggui also heard that the other party could only reach the realm of sound condensation by a three-person joint attack, and it was more than a step weaker than a master in the same realm.

The atmosphere was a little tense.

Everyone present seemed to be secretly on guard, and everyone's breath became low.

I saw that the Changhe Taoist priest slowly put down the teacup, looked at the other party, and asked bluntly: "Among them, there is a monk called Moro?"

Flo's emaciated body shook slightly, and his eyes stared at the Changhe Taoist priest without blinking, barely maintaining his composure. Nodding his head, he said, "Yes, Moro is my junior brother, and my other two junior brothers are with him!

The breath of the Changhe Taoist priest was also condensed in his body, and his whole body was full of danger like a high-pressure boiler, and he looked at Fu Luo and nodded: "Yes, your three junior disciples are dead." ”

Bang......

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.

Without warning, the Eight Immortals Table in front of the three of them suddenly turned into a small piece of debris, floating in the air.

It was the palm of the old monk Fro's hand on the table that couldn't suppress the instinctive reaction of the body, and let out a force, beating the table into powder.

He stared at Changhe, and his tone became low: "That has something to do with real people?"

The little monk Xingzi standing behind him was also full of breath. A scorching breath emanated, as if he had comprehended the inner family qi and blood similar to pure yang.

But. What's even more amazing is that the table that was beaten into powder by Flo in the middle of the three masters did not float out, but was squeezed in the middle by the breath emitted by the three masters, and then shrunk into a ball and quietly fell to the ground.

It seems that the area in the middle is isolated from the outside.

Wang Cheng, who was standing behind the Changhe Taoist, as well as Yang Qingyu, Wang Yuanyuan, Zhang Shaoyun, Anna and other people from the Martial Saint Mountain Gate were also condensed at the same time.

This is the Martial Saint Mountain, the gate of their sect.

Outsiders come here to do something, and that's their sworn enemy.

Daoist Changhe grabbed the teacup in his hand and said solemnly: "I did want to kill them at that time, but their deaths have nothing to do with us. ”

Flo's breath softened, and he continued to ask, "Who is that? ”

"Do you know Na Ye?"

The Long Crane Taoist asked.

Fu Luo's eyes flickered, and his expression was a little solemn, obviously knowing Na Ye's strength, and asked solemnly, "Is it Ming Ye?"

"That's right, it was Na Ye who shot and killed your three junior brothers on the spot!"

Daoist Changhe said lightly.

Flo's swarthy and thin face became a hint of ruddy, and as he breathed, his entire emaciated body gradually became fuller, no longer a thin appearance, but more and more strong.

"Then the real person, have you obtained the martial arts scriptures of the King Kong Sect Ancestor and the King Kong Buddha? I see that your apprentice Yuan Ding Dao Chang has the breath of a dragon elephant on his body, as well as the pure yang qi and blood of the Buddha Sect. Wusheng Mountain is a Taoist inheritance, your apprentice cultivates Buddhism and Taoism, aren't you afraid that the ancestor will be angry?"

The majesty on Foluo's body gradually thickened, and his voice became thicker and thicker, deeper and deeper, and more and more powerful: "I came this time to take back the martial arts scriptures of the Vajra Sect that have been circulated to the land of China on behalf of my Buddhist sect, and I also ask real people to fulfill them, if I am allowed to bring back the scriptures, I will not pursue the sin of Yuan Ding Daoist for cultivating my Buddhist martial arts without authorization." ”

Buzz Buzz......

WhewW......

The old monk said extremely righteous words, as if he was talking about the supreme truth of heaven and earth. His voice also seemed to turn into substance, and it kept hitting like a sledgehammer in everyone's ears, and the surrounding aura also whistled and turned into a whirlwind to impact in all directions.

The master of tantric Buddhism is best at the secret method of sound gong.

And of course, this old monk of Fro is also majoring in the secret method of the inner family of Yin Gong. But at the same time, he also obviously has great ambitions, it may be that he sent three junior disciples to follow the bright light to the Western Regions Vajra Sect, wanting to seize the Vajra Sect martial arts, which will be of great help to the Tantra, the powerful Vajra Sect's internal and external combat martial arts, combined with the Tantra's unique sound gong secret method, can make the Tantric martial arts have no weaknesses.

After learning the news that the three junior disciples had all failed and died, he personally found Wusheng Mountain.

It can be seen that the Indian Buddhism is definitely turbulent, and the competition is more intense, and it is inevitably not a peaceful and peaceful place, and Tantra urgently needs to cultivate new forces.

This level of sound skill secret method has little effect on the current Wang Cheng, but it has a huge impact on his two junior sisters and several apprentices, and their faces are pale, their bodies are shaking, and they can't help but take a few steps back.

And the next moment, suddenly a voice rose out of thin air again, blocking the voice fluctuations of the old monk Fro, who had impacted over, this voice was like a brilliant heavenly might, which was unmatchable, and the urge to kneel and worship naturally arose in his heart.

This is the Tiangang thunder sound that the Changhe Taoist priest has only gradually felt recently, but it is still not the authentic Tiangang thunder sound!

Boom Boom Boom ......

Tiangang's thunder was suppressed, and the restless aura on the scene was forcibly suppressed.

The Changhe Taoist stared at Flo, his voice gradually became cold, and he said indifferently: "Flo, I didn't know you before. The death of the three of you Tantra has nothing to do with me. So, we didn't have any flaws between us. Now, you have come to my Martial Saint Mountain to perform the Tantric Yin Gong Technique, but do you think that there is no one in my Martial Saint Mountain, so I can let you bully me?"

Flo folded his hands, and the whole person had become larger than the beginning, from the previous bamboo pole to a pillar-like image. He looked at the Changhe Taoist priest without giving in, and said calmly: "Amitabha, the real person misunderstood, I just came to retrieve my Buddha's own things, the Vajra Sect's martial arts scriptures are my Buddha's things, and please return it to the old man, the old man is grateful and disrespectful, and the old man will be thanked within three years!"

Wen Donggui sneered, and said in a disdainful cold voice: "At the beginning, Pinu also said the same, let me give him the territory, saying that it is a place where Buddhism is destined, and you bald donkeys in India are so shameless? You said it was yours, it was yours? Come to Wusheng Mountain to ask for something, Flo, your heart is really not small." ”

Fu Luo stood up, folded his hands, his breath exploded again, ignored Wen Donggui, still looked at the Changhe Taoist priest, and his voice rushed out like a sledgehammer: "Lao Gao came this time, he must have something to gain, it is the will of Buddhism, please fulfill it by real people." ”

What he said was very righteous Ling Ran.

Huhuhuhu............

A fierce aura rushed towards the Changhe Daoist.

The halo in the eyes of the Changhe Taoist flickered, and he stood up suddenly, the breath in his body was carried, and the Tiangang thunder burst out again, shouting: "Flo, I see that you are a guest from afar, and if you leave now, I will not hear what you say." If you insist on doing this again, then Lao Dao will make you pay the price, so that you Indian Buddhists know that even if I am the only one in Wusheng Mountain, I am not a bunch of bald donkeys that can be bullied. My land of China is not something you say will come and go. ”

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

The two breaths collided violently in the middle, and except for Wen Donggui and Wang Cheng, everyone else around them was forced to retreat continuously, including Monk Xingzi and Wen Yong. In addition, in addition to Yang Qingyu and Wen Ying, Wang Yuanyuan's sisters and Zhang Shaoyun's disciples all took more than a dozen steps back before they stood firm, and everyone's expressions were full of anger and grievance, but it was more of a kind of awe and yearning, a kind of awe for peerless masters, and a yearning for supreme strength.

This kind of master is difficult for ordinary people to see in their lifetime, and when they open their mouths, they kill people with their voices, and it is estimated that no one will believe them when they say it.

Wang Cheng knew that he was definitely going to do it, in fact, the other party bullied him to the mountain gate, and he already wanted to do it in his heart.

At that moment, he moved two steps to the side, and looked at the little monk Xingzi behind Flo.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )