"Amitabha, Yue Ding is polite to the small country."

Time moves forward a few minutes slightly.

In the depths of this lonely mansion, the monk finally saw the goal of his trip.

Looking at the chubby young man sitting on a wooden chair, closing his eyes and concentrating his qi to regulate his luck and blood with meditation, practicing martial arts, several monks naturally bowed and saluted.

"Hello, Great Monk."

With a bang, Yue Ding had already woken up from his meditation.

It seemed that he was lazily stretching his waist, only to listen to the bones of his whole body make a burst of contention like a flood bell between the vibrations and frictions.

got up casually, and the few monks present realized that Yue Ding's body seemed to be slightly fat but towering like a mountain.

Walking towards them step by step, not only did he stand upright, but every step seemed to shake the ground.

The qi and blood in Yue Ding's body were uncast, as if a gluttonous furnace was swallowing all the invisible substances, but it was just a rolling wave of qi on the outside, and everyone knew that this feeling was just some illusions caused by the collision of the extremely unbalanced life breath between each other.

But their minds can repeatedly tell themselves that all this is just an illusion, but their bodies are a true reflection of the reality they feel, and in an instant, all the Buddhist monks have begun to stand unsteadily, as if they are about to sit on the ground with their butts in the next moment.

"In the information officially handed over to us by the Ming Dynasty, this little auxiliary Guogong has obtained the "Tianpeng" inheritance in the mythical organization created by the Zhenwu Emperor, and has obtained some powers that no second person knows except himself, and even released the honorific title of Marshal Tianpeng! Is it his power? ”

Although Monk Shi was unsteady and crumbling because of the strong strength that Yue Ding deliberately managed, his fat round face did not have a little panicked look, but showed a little bit of clarity and perseverance.

"No matter what, even if it is to smash the pot and sell iron, today we must get the approval of this small prince, and then meet with the "Zhenwu", not to be able to enter the 'mythic' organization, but at least we have to hang a number in the eyes of that adult. ”

Myths like officialdom!

As a monk who is mixed in the officialdom and political circles, has a balance between the interests of Buddhism, and is good at dancing with long sleeves, he naturally knows that in those big shots, as long as you can be cared about by them, even people don't need to do anything, as long as you mention it casually, for the subordinates, it is naturally a great opportunity!

But on the contrary, if you are not put down by Him, even if your ability is the first and your business is first-class, it is just an errand life, and you will not be able to live or die to a certain extent.

It's like since ancient times, why are there so many visitors to the royal palace nobles?

And now, why is it very easy for those secretaries, drivers and other henchmen of high-ranking officials to be promoted?

Isn't that the truth?

The current Taoist "Zhenwu Emperor" is a thick thigh, if they Buddhism can't hold it up, maybe they will soon be kicked off by this era, and it may be reduced to history like the forgiveness sect.

Therefore, positioning Emperor Zhenwu as Buddhism's "northern non-empty achievement is as it comes" is an inevitable thing in itself.

As for whether Emperor Zhenwu regarded this as blasphemy, it was even more necessary to punish him.

…… Aren't they coming now?

Regardless of whether the emperor is willing to admit it or not, on his side, he must first correct his attitude.

Sometimes being able to be "beaten upright" by those in high positions is also an attitude of Him.

I'm afraid that you have made ten thousand gestures, but people regard you as an ant, and you don't even look at it, that's really despair!

"Amitabha. Buddha, in this cruel world, we can only survive by bowing down and moving forward with a heavy load, and if there are all kinds of sins, give it to the poor monk. The dignified gaze of the monk was covered by the heavy fat on his face, and no one knew about it at all.

"Amitabha!" Suddenly, in the midst of a Buddha horn, I saw a monk who had already blocked in front of Monk Shi, and recited a Buddha horn in a low voice, and he had already blocked the strong momentum of Yue Ding's march towards them step by step.

This monk has a huge figure, especially a pair of thick arms, just like ordinary people's thighs, and his shoulders are extremely broad, as if he can carry a mountain.

It can be seen that this monk who is like King Kong in the world is definitely an ability to awaken his ability, and as for what kind of ability he has awakened, there is no formal fight between them, so naturally it is unknown.

"Forget it, I'm not going to test anything with you. Anyway, I'm just a witness who was dragged out. ”

Looking at these monks bowing their heads in front of him, Yue Ding, who is the second son of the contemporary Fuguo Gong, didn't know what was in his heart at this moment.

His gaze wandered, as if he had already prepared for the attitude of the group of monks in front of him.

Taoism hooked up with the "Zhenwu Emperor", and twenty-two years after the awakening of this extraordinary ability, a new chapter was opened.

As a master of the world, regulating yin and yang, and being arbitrary, it is a little boring to face such a chapter.

Everyone wants to hold all the variables in their hands, but when the variables emerge in an endless stream and finally exceed their expectations, how to face the growing Taoist organization of the Ming Dynasty?

- Naturally, it is to pull out the thousands of years of Buddhism that has loved and killed them.

Then the Ming Empire can naturally sit in a relatively detached position, pull a batch, and fight a batch. Rebalance the increasingly broken scales again.

And the key to all this naturally falls on Yue Ding, the second son of Fuguo.

He is the only member of the two mythological organizations in this world, and he has been given the title of "Tiancang", and he can be summoned by the "Emperor Zhenwu" at any time to travel to the heavens.

In this series of privileges, if Buddhism wants to really meet the Emperor Zhenwu, then through "Yue Ding" himself is the best way.

Therefore, this meeting is meaningful to Buddhism, and it is of great benefit to the Ming officials.

But for Yue Ding himself, the general trend is ahead, and who cares about what he thinks?

Here, in the land of the Ming Dynasty, there are too many things that can tie him up.

There are so many that even if the Ming officials have never cared about his intentions, as long as they want to, they can assign him what to do at will.

As for unwillingness?

Hahahaha, how is this possible! Because the family members of the second son of the auxiliary prince will persuade him again and again instead of Da Ming himself.

It's like...... Like, this time.

Yue Ding sighed majestically, his own raging and unstable spirit and strength, as if it had been blocked and drained, turned into an ordinary chubby young man in front of all the monks in a blink of an eye.

Between his fingers, a soft and warm light bloomed in an instant, and in an instant, it had enveloped the entire house, and there was not a trace of space!

"My Tianpeng, hereby I respectfully invite the 'True Martial Xuantian God' to come to the world!"