Seeing that Xiao Ming was gradually moving away, the monks could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts, and the roar of a thousand King Kong shook the entire Wutai Mountain.

"The poor monk has practiced hard for a hundred years, but he has attained the Buddha in his heart, but he is completely destroyed today!"

"This son acts! How is it different from the devil? The poor monk is ashamed of not snow for a day, and he is shameless to face the martyrs of Wutai Mountain for a day! Ladies and gentlemen! Leave! ”

"Senior brother is really the reincarnation of an Arhat! Senior brother is willing to help senior brother! If you don't kill the devil, you swear not to pay it back! ”

"Moderator...... The poor monk's parents died since he was a child, but there was only a piece of jade pendant, which was worth a fortune! Today was captured by the devil, the poor monk's heart is like ashes, I am afraid that it will not be long in life, and I will not be able to contribute to my Wutai Mountain, so I have to ask the host for the guilt first......"

"Moderator...... When my Wutai Mountain is prosperous, don't forget to burn a few pieces of incense paper and tell the poor monks......"

On Wutai Mountain, thousands of bald heads are crowded together, some are filled with righteous indignation, some are crying bitterly, and some are like dead ashes, and so on.

The pilgrims came in a hurry, hurried away, and even the Bodhisattva Vajra wanted to cry in anger, and it was better to provoke less.

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In Qinglong City, the bustling people in the city in the past seem to be missing most of them at this time, and there are only some old people and women left, so they seem a little lonely, but they are not dull, and their old and miserable faces are full of fanaticism, as if they are gamblers who have pushed all the bets on the table, and they seem to be people who have struggled for a long time but suddenly have hope.

Dressed in armor, armed with spears and swords hanging from their waists, well-trained guards walked past Xiao Ming with neat and powerful steps. Some of the faces are still a little green, but the eyes are exceptionally bright and resolute.

It seems that he had underestimated this little fat city lord of Qinglong City before.

Xiao Ming regained his appearance and walked in the direction of the city.

Walking to the gate of the city government, a guard had already greeted him respectfully, "My lord." ”

Xiao Ming held the shelf and snorted coldly from his nostrils, as if he was quite dissatisfied with something, "Is my uncle at home?" Your noble brother and I have something important to report! ”

The guard bowed respectfully, hiding all the disdain in his eyes, before he got up and said, "Your Excellency! The lord of the city has already passed down the order, and when the lord comes, just go to the palace. ”

Xiao Ming snorted coldly again, and walked straight to the house, and the guards hurriedly followed, walking in front to lead the way for Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming glanced around coldly, but the clever guard was gone. The guards in the palace met each other's eyes, and they all bowed down respectfully, and they were eager to melt all the tenderness in their eyes, for fear of angering the nephew of the city lord and the countryside who went up to the mountain to learn art and ate grievances.

Walking to the door of a palace, the guard bent down to Xiao Ming to confess the crime, walked into the palace gate to report, and suddenly, a hearty laughter came, and a little fat man wearing a green dragon robe and a green dragon crown strode out.

Xiao Ming saw the little fat city lord, the expression on his face became more and more aggrieved, his eyes flashed, and he was ready to go. The guards on the side saw that the situation was not good, and retreated early.

The little fat city lord was shocked, and hurriedly grabbed Xiao Ming's little hand and asked, "Little nobleman, why did you just come back with this expression?" Could it be that he was wronged in the mountains? ”

Xiao Ming squirmed his lower lips slightly, but before he could speak, he was dripping tears.

Seeing this, the little fat city lord's face sank, and with a wave of his big hand, he said coldly, "Little nobleman, don't be afraid, there is still a king's law in this Qinglong City!" If you have been wronged, just tell your uncle, and your uncle will support you! ”

Xiao Ming grabbed the sleeve of the little fat city lord with his backhand, and howled and cried, "Uncle, the little noble son is bitter!" Not only did he not learn martial arts when he went up the mountain, but he lost his uncle's face, and was regarded as a book thief, and he wanted to use a spell to put the little nobleman to death. The little noble son has no face to his uncle, and he has no face to face the elders in the village, so he thinks about it in his heart, and after passing the news to his uncle, the little noble son is willing to apologize for his sins with death! ”

The little fat man city lord was furious, "I have a relationship with Taoism, Taoism has always sold me a few thin noodles, I can't imagine that I dare to be so indiscriminate today, the little noble son doesn't cry, uncle wants to see, who dares to come to the door of the Taoist?" And what sin do you ask? ”

Xiao Ming wiped away his tears tremblingly, "It's all up to my uncle to make the decision for the little nobleman." ”

The little fat city lord was relieved again, and then grabbed Xiao Ming's little hand and walked into the hall.

The two sat down, the maid served tea, and the little fat city lord waved his hand and retreated from all the guards in the palace.

The little fat city lord took a sip of tea gently, and the smile on his face gradually became cold, "Little nobleman, how is the matter of immortality?" How many realms have you cultivated? ”

Xiao Ming put down the tea and said respectfully, "Uncle Hui, you have reached the fifth layer of qi refining. ”

The little fat city lord's face suddenly became a little solemn, "The fifth layer of Qi training? No wonder the breath is so trance-like and weak, but as early as 10,000 years ago, the exercises were all changed, and those who practice can enter the foundation in one step, and Taoism has only begun to rise in the past 100 years. Little nobleman, could it be that your mind is not from Taoism? ”

Xiao Ming nodded honestly, "Back to uncle, it is true that the mental method that Xiao Guizi learned was not from Taoism, but was taught by an old man, and he strictly ordered that Xiao Guizi should not mention this matter to others, and also asked Uncle Haihan." ”

The little fat city lord's face became more and more solemn when he heard this, "Little nobleman, don't be careless about your cultivation, people in cultivation are all ruthless, and they don't spit out bones when they eat people, how can my uncle be at ease?" Tell your uncle how did the old man meet you? What about appearance? ”

Xiao Ming seemed to be a little hesitant, but he obviously believed in his uncle the city lord more, and finally gritted his teeth and replied, "Uncle Qiqi, that old man suddenly came to me in front of me when I was studying Taoism, but when I was studying Taoism, I suddenly turned into a white light, but I couldn't see it clearly, I always felt that there was a fog floating on my face, and I vaguely felt like a kind old man!" ”

The little fat city lord took a sip of the tea, pursed his lips slightly, and put down the tea but smiled, "The little noble son is worthy of the appearance of a real dragon, with a deep fortune, and it is normal to meet the guidance of a master." ”

Xiao Ming smiled shyly when he heard this, but suddenly his face darkened again, and he let out a long sigh.

The little fat city lord asked in surprise, "The little noble son is happy to meet a master, why do you sigh because of this adventure?" ”

Xiao Ming's face was solemn, and he arched his hand and said, "Uncle, don't hide it, the little noble son originally wanted to be intoxicated with the way of heaven and seek immortality, but unexpectedly, the world was in chaos, and when the little noble son thought that the people of the world were not happy, his heart was like a knife, how could he still be ruthless and ignore it, and ask for eternal life in heaven?" ”

The little fat city lord resisted the urge to pout, and also sighed, "The little noble son is reasonable, the cultivators of my generation are all benevolent and righteous, how can they see the suffering of the people?" However, the general trend of the world is like this, although my uncle and I are the city lord of Qinglong City, there is still the alliance of the two cities of Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, and the world is messed up! Only by doing our best to protect the people of a city is not lost. ”

Xiao Ming took the case, "The ambition of the Vermilion Bird White Tiger and Wolf, regardless of the life and death of the people, will be punished by God!" Uncle moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor all-round development, but also a righteous spirit, raise his arms, the world will return to the heart! The little noble son is willing to go to the soup for his uncle! At somebody's service! ”

The little fat city lord was overjoyed, and he also took the case, "The little noble son is really a heroic ear in the world!" Today, with the help of the little nobleman, the Vermilion Bird and the White Tiger, what a way! The world is worry-free! ”