Regarding Bai Suzhen's three-thirds of the demon clan's luck, Fahai has an indifferent attitude. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because no matter who it falls on, it has nothing to do with his Buddhism.

The influence of Buddhism in the Great Song Dynasty was too weak.

The royal family is disgusted with Buddhism, and the people are less respectful.

Even a few large temples with flourishing incense are worried about the next generation of heirs.

In this situation of internal and external troubles, Buddhism really has no way to consider moving the big cake of the demon clan's luck.

These are clear in Fahai's heart.

He was a very smart monk.

And he knows one thing better, knowing that Bai Suzhen is Zhao Han's life!

If anyone wants to move this soft and delicious cake, they must first be prepared to not be able to gain a foothold in the Great Song Dynasty!!

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In order for Buddhism to continue in the Great Song Dynasty, Fahai gave up his grievances with Bai Suzhen.

But he is only one person, and he can bring half of the Buddha at most.

There are always those who are not afraid of Zhao Han.

For example......

In the city of Hangzhou, the night is as dark as day in the City God Temple.

Thousands of white wax sticks are placed around the temple.

In the middle of the lamplight, the three of them sat opposite each other on the futon.

"Are you really going to do it?"

On the south side, the bloody-clothed Bloody Underfoot asked in some surprise.

"We have to do it, it's too late"

On the east side of the square table, a mighty middle-aged man in an orange robe said in a deep voice: "I think you can also feel the Qianyuan fluctuations that appeared in the city today, that Eighth Prince has already hit the protagonist of this catastrophe, if I don't take the lead in the first move, there will be no chance in the future."

"What Wenchang Xingjun said is reasonable, but those iron horsemen in the city..."

It was a smiling old farmer sitting cross-legged on the west side.

It's weird.

There were three more people, one was the Star Monarch of the Immortal Realm, the other was the Blood Demon of Southern Xinjiang, and the last person turned out to be an ordinary farmer.

A farmer indeed.

On the pair of broken straw sandals under his feet, there was still yellow mud that had not dried up.

When these words were spoken, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Cavalry.

Iron Ride.

Yanyun Iron Ride.

Yan Yun Iron Cavalry, who can force Chen Jun, the first person in the cultivation world, to be reincarnated autopsy!

It's really a big problem......

With these iron horses, whoever wants to touch that person's cake has to think about their own way out.

There were three people present.

The Blood Hades are the most carefree.

Because he was alone, although he had a nest in southern Xinjiang, there was nothing in the lair of the blood god that could make him nostalgic, and after turning his face, this blood-colored demon would hide directly back in the demon world and hide from it for hundreds of years....

The Blood Immortal can do that, but the other two cannot.

Wenchang Xingjun is a subordinate of Emperor Wenqu, and he is also a serious official who serves in the Wendao Mansion of the Immortal Realm, if he loses the fortune of the demon clan because he has taken away three-thirds of the demon clan's luck, but loses the Great Song Dynasty, which occupies seventy percent of the belief in the immortal realm, it is undoubtedly a loss of watermelon and sesame!

And what about the old peasants themselves?

With a smile, the old farmer walked to the side and picked up his hoe, and sat back with the hoe on his shoulder.

"I'm still very good in this human world, at least there are much more nutrients than the land in the underworld, when I was in the underworld, I just wanted to take care of some flowers and plants, and I had to use spiritual stones to measure a garden, otherwise the flowers and grass planted would all become yin bushes in the end, and that would be a troublesome ......."

"So what?"

Hearing the old farmer say this, Wenchang Xingjun's eyes couldn't help narrowing: "You must know that this holy law was personally issued by several emperors, even your Huangquan Emperor also nodded in agreement, Lao Niu, you should also take care of it a little more, you must know that this matter cannot be delayed."

"That guy from Huangquan didn't agree, don't talk nonsense."

Hearing Wen Chang Xingjun say this, the old farmer, who was called the old cow, couldn't help but sink his face.

But he didn't argue much.

Because of fear!

Wenchang Xingjun, Wenqu Emperor......

In fact, there is another name in this world.

Emperor Wenchang!

Wenqu Xingjun!

Who is the emperor and who is the star monarch, these things are bright in Lao Niu's heart, because these two people are originally from the same origin!

It's just because the Star Monarch was reincarnated at the beginning, and then he looked back for a hundred years, and the reincarnated Star Monarch stepped into the position of God Monarch in one fell swoop......

The two were originally of the same origin.

The unity of the true spirit and the extra are just a Dharma body for people to worship and receive faith.

Although there is jealousy in his heart, the old farmer will not care too much.

Because the two are not in the same system at all, their own duties are not related to each other.

However, since this emperor calls himself Xingjun, then these "demons and monsters" still have to accompany him to perform this play.

With a roll of his eyes, the old farmer tapped the ground with the hoe in his hand.

The hoe is made of iron, and the ground is of stone.

The two struck each other, rubbing some sparks.

Sparks are dotted, and green smoke is born from them.

The five-short father-in-law appeared in front of the three of them on crutches.

"I don't know that the great god calls the villain"

When the land lord spoke, his face was dull, although he called himself a villain, but his expressionless appearance was like a machine, without the slightest respect.

Wenchang Xingjun didn't speak, just looked at the old farmer, wanting to see what he was going to do.

The old peasant clicked twice in his mouth, walked over to the land, and looked him in the eye.

"How many innate level cultivators are there in the city at this time?"

"Three Hundred Numbers"

The earth god mechanically reported the number.

"How many demons are there?"

"Forty-Six"

"How many Buddhas are there?"

"Fifty"

"How many ...."

The old farmer asked a lot of questions, and his eyes lit up when he heard it.

He didn't expect that in a small Hangzhou city, there were actually three hundred monks with innate cultivation!

O innate monk... The taste of flesh...

Thinking of the delicacy of those flesh and blood, the heart of the blood god fluttered.

If he could swallow the flesh and blood of these three hundred monks, then he would almost have the hope of giving birth to a baby!

Greed reappeared in the heart of the blood underdog, and the old farmer on the side was still asking.

He asked, and the land answered.

When all his questions were answered, the land god disappeared in a wisp of green smoke.

Sitting in a chair, the old farmer looked worried.

"In this way, excluding those outsiders who came with a purpose, there are eighty Qi practitioners in Hangzhou Mansion alone, plus the officers in the Yanyun Army, this number exceeds a hundred, accounting for one-third...... It's really hard to do it! ”

"No matter how hard it is, it has to be hard!"

Wenchang Xingjun frowned.

"Hey, hey, hard? How? ”

The old farmer in the chair glanced at him.

"United!"

"Buddhism has decided not to interfere"

"They dare!"

"They don't dare, but they don't dare to bare their teeth at that eighth prince" The old farmer looked at Xingjun in front of him and laughed: "I'm afraid that the Fugui prince will be angry, and he will pull out the roots of Buddhism that he finally took root in the Great Song Dynasty!" ”

“......”

"There is no Buddhism, and the demon masters on the other side of the demon world who made decisions at the beginning are not much silent, right?"

As he spoke, the old peasant glanced at the blood god on the side.

Blood Shenzi shook his head: "Don't ask me, I'm just here to watch the play"

"You!" Wenchang Xingjun glared.

"What am I?"

If it is said that the old farmer is still afraid of this "Star Monarch", when it comes to the side of the Blood Immortal, he will not be able to bird him at all.

Glancing at Wenchang Xingjun, Blood Shenzi sneered: "A few days ago, your colleagues beat me very badly, why don't you count it now?" ”

This matter has nothing to do with him in the first place, if it weren't for the demon world pressing too hard, it can't be said that the blood underworld would have gone back to his southern Xinjiang at this time, how could he come here to take this trip to the troubled waters?

This pot is now red from the fire, and whoever gets it is hot!

Wenchang Xingjun ignored him, and calmed down after taking a deep breath.

Close your eyes and open your eyes,

A divine light full of coercion flashed on Wen Chang's body.

"Forty-seven demon clans of the Innate Realm, tomorrow at noon, will appear in front of me"

The voice was cold and lofty, and the blood god frowned when he heard it.

The big demon who was used to being carefree didn't speak, just glanced at "Wenchang" coldly, and then turned into a blood shadow and disappeared into the house.

Seeing that the blood was gone, the old farmer laughed again.

"I said star.. Monarch.. Your Excellency, do you have time to play in the Nether? ”

The old farmer deliberately accentuated the tone of the word "Xingjun", and the old man with a long voice, no one knew if he was mocking the title of "Wenchang Xingjun".

Wenchang Xingjun seemed to be a different person, and he was not angry when he saw the old farmer talking like this, but smiled at him.

"This time it's Changzhi's fault, and I didn't say hello to you before making a decision, but things have developed to such an extent, so I can only ask Niu Lao to help me...."

While speaking, Wenchang Xingjun actually saluted the old farmer.

And the old farmer didn't dodge......

What is the identity of this old farmer?

Can you actually stand the gift of "Wenchang Xingjun"?

If this was seen by the monks of the Light Spirit Immortal Realm, it would be an earth-shaking scene!!

"Why wretch?"

Forcibly accepted the gift of Wenchang Xingjun, and the old farmer sighed.

"I hope that the old cow will help me"

Another worship!

"You don't mix well in the Light Spirit Immortal Realm?"

The old farmer squinted and asked.

"Please help me!"

Third Worship!

This time the old peasant didn't say anything else, just nodded silently, and then walked out of the City God Temple with a hoe.

The old peasants have lived long enough.

It's also been a long time to die.

He doesn't remember when he was a "man", only that when he was on an errand in the underworld, a scholarly spirit with ambition approached him.

There is a spiritual light on the top of his head, and his body is full of elegance.

The scholar said: If he is lucky in the next life, he will find a way for the world's poor scholars.

He said.

He did.

The barbarians rebelled, and their assistant Wang was pacified.

At the beginning of the world, he carried a three-foot white silk into Weiyang!

Ask the emperor, I will wait for the scholars of the Hanmen to assist you in ascending to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, thousands of merits are not counted, the king may build a road to heaven for me?

The king does not allow it.

Scholar cantilever beam and the girder of Weiyang!

At that time, the scholar seemed to be very famous?

The name of the prime minister?

But it didn't take long for this person to change?

Under the night sky, the old farmer walked down the street with a hoe on his shoulder.

"It's the third watch..."