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The fifth uncle rode the black girl and suddenly appeared on the cliff in the distance.

It turned out that the fifth uncle had been secretly peeping, and when he saw Mu Tiandie leaving, he immediately appeared.

Afraid that Mu Tiandie would be like this, the fifth uncle's majesty of making trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then was very likely to be boasting.

"Mowgli, come, the fifth uncle will show you how powerful the pickled chicken group is."

The fifth uncle shouted on the other side of the cliff.

Hearing that the fifth uncle no longer called himself "stupid", Wei Wuji was so moved that he wanted to stew and eat the fifth uncle.

Wei Wuji rushed over with his legs, like an ape, quickly climbed the cliff, and followed the fifth uncle to a valley.

This valley is quiet and extremely secluded, and it is fifty miles away from Taoyuan Valley.

At this moment, a large bonfire was burning in the valley, and there were more than thirty people, dancing around it.

As soon as they saw the fifth uncle coming back, those people quickly lined up in a neat square, like well-trained soldiers.

"As the head of the pickled chicken group, the fifth uncle knows that the historical burden of strengthening the pickled chicken group is all on the fifth uncle."

The fifth uncle looked at everyone and said earnestly: "Therefore, the fifth uncle decided to appoint Wei Wuji as the deputy head of the pickled chicken group, and everyone applauded." ”

Everyone applauded desperately, and there was a look of envy on their faces.

Especially Brother Jiu and Egg Deficiency, etc., the first people to join the group were even more envious, mixed with a touch of resentment.

The supreme glory of the deputy head of the regiment was actually obtained by Wei Wuji, who usually does not participate in the pickling chicken operation.

However, Wei Wuji was able to suppress the fifth uncle and become the deputy head of the regiment, and no one dared to disagree.

"Deputy Leader, do you want to personally test the strength of the Pickled Chicken Group?"

Fifth Uncle glanced at Wei Wuji and asked.

"I'll just give it a try!"

Previously, there were only six people, and the power was terrifying when they ran, but now that the number of people has reached more than thirty, what kind of performance can be performed, which makes Wei Wuji look forward to it.

"Who will show the deputy head the method of soaking chicken?"

The fifth uncle asked in a deep voice.

"I'm coming!"

Trolley Peng showed his true colors, and ran to the side, and when he ran back, he was holding a snow-white black chicken in his arms.

Damn, does the Dafa of soaking chicken still need real black chicken?

Wei Wuji watched with interest, only to see that the rest of the people were all holding black chickens in their arms at the moment.

Funny Bipeng hugged the black chicken with his right hand, bent his left index finger, and poked hard at the black chicken chrysanthemum, and the black chicken croaked in pain.

Somehow, Wei Wuji looked at the chrysanthemum tightly.

"Very good!"

The fifth uncle nodded with satisfaction.

Is this the so-called chicken pickling method?

Wei Wuji couldn't find any words to complain about.

Under the command of the fifth uncle, the more than 30 people were divided into six teams and ran in circles in six different directions.

A powerful mysterious force emerges from the landing.

"Uncle Xin, eat a big meal!"

Everyone turned their heads sharply and shouted at Wei Wuji in unison.

The sound surged the mysterious power, frantically surging towards Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji's right palm flipped and pushed forward, blocking the force, his body trembled, and he almost took a step back.

"Chicken Pickling Dafa!"

The fifth uncle was furious when he saw it, and shouted again.

Everyone did not stop running, and tried all kinds of methods to make the black chicken in their arms croak.

There are those who pull the cockscomb, those who pluck the feathers, and those who pinch the thighs......

Among them, there are only three people who stabbed the black chicken chrysanthemum, and the funny Bipeng who had already performed just now, plus the ninth brother and the egg deficiency.

There is no doubt that their actions are serious animal cruelty.

This chicken soaking method is more like the chicken abuse method.

But with more than thirty black chickens chirping in unison, Wei Wuji actually saw the demonic aura in it.

These five uncles are worthy of being the big demons who once gave the Jade Emperor a headache, and with just a simple running array, they made ordinary black chickens have a demonic spirit.

With the appearance of demonic energy, in that mysterious power, another demonic power gushed out.

The demonic power roared like a dragon and crashed into Wei Wuji again.

This time, Wei Wuji didn't dare to be careless, condensed his cultivation to his hands, steadied his horse's steps, and pushed forward violently.

Rumble!

Wei Wuji's body shook a few times again.

But the members of the pickled chicken group all flew up in all directions and fell to the ground, howling miserably.

There are many black chickens, taking the opportunity to break free from the clutches of humans, croaking and rushing into the dense forest.

"Get it back!"

The fifth uncle was so angry that he thundered and slapped his wings with a crackle.

Those members of the group who accidentally let the black chicken run away found flashlights and rushed into the forest like madmen.

"There are still too few people, and we have to work hard to expand our recruitment."

The fifth uncle was sad in his heart, and he couldn't even deal with a Wei Wuji, how could he rely on the chicken group to go against the sky?

At this moment, Wei Wuji's heart was full of horror.

But more than 30 people have such power, if there are 300 or even 3,000 people, then ......

We must speed up our cultivation and must not be compared to the chicken group.

The next day, at 10 a.m., Room 4012 on the first floor of the teaching of Golden Buddha University.

Venerable Zenzang is giving a Dharma class.

Wei Wuji took class for the first time, but his whole person was like being struck by lightning.

This class is zazen.

On the podium, the Zen Tibetan Master sat on a futon with his hands folded, not moving.

There were only nine students who took Buddhist courses, including Wei Wuji.

All nine of them sat in front of the podium, sitting on the futon brought by the Zen Tibetan Master, meditating and participating in meditation.

At first, the nine people didn't move at all, but as time passed, they all began to twist their bodies, and their buttocks hurt so much that they couldn't stand it.

I finally managed to get out of class, but I saw the Zen Tibetan Master, still sitting still.

Before leaving, several students shook their hands in front of the Zen Tibetan Master, but they just didn't move.

In general, in this case, if you are not asleep, you are in meditation.

Wei Wuji preferred to believe that it was the latter, and immediately did not disturb the Zen Tibetan Master, and when it was noon, he asked Niu Tingting out for dinner.

Unexpectedly, Niu Tingting was still in Yuanshui and did not come back, but after hearing that Mu Tiandie had returned to Heavenly Court, her terrifying laughter came from the phone, which frightened Wei Wuji and hung up the phone.

The Jade Emperor's money has been in place, and he has to start building the temple next, but whose temple to build first really makes Wei Wuji difficult.

After eating, he stopped thinking about this problem, went to the Internet to find the phone number of the Shenzhou Religious Affairs Bureau, and called to ask.

How many temples a certain immortal Buddha has in Shenzhou, and which of them are in disrepair and need to be repaired urgently, the general religious affairs bureau has detailed records.

But when the call came, the other party thought he was a liar.

There is no choice but to ask Xia Lao to find the phone number of the director of the Shenzhou Religious Affairs Bureau.

was about to call Xia Lao, but Zhang Junbao called.

"I'm out of love, I'm in a bad mood, go drink with me, I'm at the school gate."

Zhang Junbao said weakly, and then hung up the phone.

Wei Wuji shook his head and had to come to the school gate.

Zhang Junbao was carrying two bottles of beer, leaning on the iron railing on the left, and when he saw Wei Wuji coming, he directly stuffed a bottle of wine.

"You've never been in love, where did you fall out of love?"

Wei Wuji toasted with him, speechless.

"I finally asked the goddess out, but she actually said that I had a small belly and chicken intestines."

Zhang Junbao poured a few sips, and said indignantly: "Isn't it just that Coke ordered a small cup, as for saying that, me?" You know, I usually don't have the money to eat KFC. ”

The first time I asked the goddess out, but I went to eat KFC?

"Junbao, that girl not only didn't scold you, but she was actually praising you."

Wei Wuji wanted to say that Zhang Junbao had arrived home, but seeing that he was in such pain, he had to try to comfort him.

"She said I had a small belly, and she was scolding me."

Zhang Junbao was rare to be generous, but when the goddess said this, he was depressed and asked, "Isn't the little belly chicken intestine scolding me for being stingy?" ”

"Of course not, that's how you should understand it."

Wei Wuji deliberately sold Guanzi.

"I want to hear about it."

Zhang Junbao bowed. (To be continued.) )