Ji Donglai just squinted his eyes and rested for a while, then got up and set off again, this place was too close to Liangzhou City, thinking of the domineering Liangzhou Metropolitan Governor Feng Qianli and the sudden appearance of the ghost pawn of the Dead City, Ji Zong's head couldn't help but palpitate.

At the same time, the two monks, who were originally sitting motionless in the corner of the forest like grass and trees, suddenly stood up and slowly walked towards the side of the Longmen Dart Bureau.

Ji Donglai, who had been watching the six roads and maintaining a high degree of vigilance, was a little surprised in his heart, but he had to face it hard, hugged his fists and said, "I don't know what the two masters have to say?" ”

As the place of the leader of Buddhism Tantra, Daluo Palace has competed with the two sects of Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains for hundreds of years with the strength of one faction, and the background is naturally profound.

Nyingma and Ningji, who have been in seclusion in the Daluo Palace for nearly 30 years, do not look old, but they both have survived to the point of two jiazi, and Zhang Mingyang and Wang Huaji of the Louguan School are the same generation, and even the current palace master Nadro and the first master in the palace, King Agaliming, have to call their uncle when they see it, if it is not a matter of importance this time, how can they easily go out of the mountain to consume the little vitality left?

The last time the Futu relics appeared, even to the Tubo royal court at the foot of the holy mountain and the Daluo Palace is only a stone's throw away, neither of them blinked, but this time the present world is the Tantric Supreme Treasure Colorful Treasure Pagoda whose value is still above the Futu Relic, which is a sacred relic of the Daluo Palace Town Sect that has disappeared for hundreds of years, and they can't ignore it indifferently if they are pure-hearted and have few desires.

Who would have thought that this colorful treasure pagoda that was enough to cause a sensation in the world would lie quietly in a large black box in front of him at this time, escorted by a small dart head that was not a second-rate dart, and he didn't know where to send it?

Nyingma and Nyingji stood side by side, and when they both looked at each other, they found that the corners of each other's eyes twitched a little. Gujing Wubo has a Jiazi's Buddha's heart, and the ripples have made these two tantric monks feel ashamed, and now they are penniless and have a clean breeze on their sleeves, how can they open their mouths to ask each other for such a treasure? Maybe the other party may not know the true value of the Zhenlong Pagoda, but the whole body of gilt inlaid jade has inexplicable treasures, even ordinary people can know at a glance that it is priceless.

Nyingma glanced at the box containing the colorful treasure pagoda not far away, and lightly pronounced the Buddha's trumpet: "Donor, I am the living Buddha of Nyingma in Daluo Palace, and one of the things you consigned this time is a treasure of my Buddhism, which is very important. ”

Those who have attained the Tao like Nyingma are finally unable to pull down their faces to do some overt robbery, so they can only trace the source and ask the Lord before making a decision.

Ji Donglai looked embarrassed and said with a wry smile: "Master, we never ask about the details of the dart holder. What's more, even if you know, you can't tell you. ”

Faced with Ji Donglai's ignorance, Nyingma lowered his eyebrows and was silent.

On the contrary, Ning Ji Buddha, who had a somewhat hot temper, glared angrily: "Senior brother has already treated each other with courtesy, do you think this seat will not dare to rob it?" ”

Ji Yuerong, who was standing quietly for fear that the scene would get out of control, suddenly dodged and jumped in front of his father, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "The two masters are high-ranking monks, so naturally they can't do those forcible and robbing moves, but the little woman has a compromise solution, and please bother the two masters to go to Beijing with the dart team, and when they get to the place, they can naturally know who is holding the dart." ”

Nyingma smiled and glanced at Ji Yuerong, noncommittal, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart for the exquisite heart of the little girl in front of her.

Ji Yuerong felt weak for a while, and always felt that the little Jiujiu in her heart could not escape the insight of the Nyingma Living Buddha in front of her.

In this way, there were two more red-clothed monks in the dart team, and as Ji Yuerong wished, he secretly put two talismans on the dart team.

The group did not go far from the main road, and the ghost pawn of the dead city arrived as scheduled.

The person at the head is no longer the dragon judge Chang Rui, but the "Yan Jun" Yan Zhen himself.

Although Ji Donglai had never seen Yan Zhen, the city lord of the Vain Death City, his eyes were vicious, and he saw Judge Long standing behind him with a look of awe, and the true identity of the middle-aged man in front of him was about to be revealed.

Yan Zhen said expressionlessly: "Mr. Ji, the Longmen Dart Bureau shouldn't take this dart." ”

As he spoke, the Dead City Lord waved his hand, and his ghostly pawns came out in two teams and surrounded the dart team.

Ji Donglai quietly stepped forward to hide his daughter behind him, and slowly turned around to look at the dozens of large boxes on the dart car that were tightly sealed with fire paint. It's just that the darts have been going on so far, and the robbers have become stronger and stronger, not only alarming the two mysterious and unpredictable foreign monks in Tubo, but even the city lord who died in vain, Ji Donglai felt that maybe the Iron Sand Gang was really not untargeted. As his daughter and Yan Zhen said, he shouldn't have taken this dart in the first place.

Facing the city lord of the Vain Death City, one of the four secret places of martial arts, although Ji Donglai looked unusually calm on the surface, under Yan Zhen's powerful pressure, he was really powerless to pull out the return wind knife on his back, which was also famous in the northwest, and said hoarsely: "Yan City Lord, Ji has admitted it!" It's not a pity that I, Ji Donglai, died, and asked the city lord to let go of the little girl and this group of brothers who followed Ji to the north and south. ”

Yan Zhen, who didn't want to stay alive and be given a handle, sneered and said nothing, but at this time, he really admired Li Tiantu's patience, and he was forced to show up at such a time, but was Li Tiantu really in this team?

The city lord who had been sneering suddenly flipped his palm and slapped Ji Donglai lightly.

This palm seems to be powerless, but in fact it is amazingly powerful, and Ji Donglai, who bears the brunt of it, has a feeling that there is no way to avoid it. In fact, even if he could really dodge, with his daughter standing behind him, how could he dodge?

At the moment when the wind came to the body, Ji Donglai turned around and smiled apologetically at his daughter, but this smile was full of helplessness and helplessness, facing a master who killed him like crushing an ant, as a father, he tried his best to block this moment for his daughter.

Although Ji Yuerong behind him could see the scene in front of him, he couldn't react, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Fortunately, Nyingma and Ning Ji, who originally deliberately fell at the end of the team, appeared ghostly between Ji Donglai and Yan Zhen at some point, and Nyingma swept one sleeve and turned Yan Zhen's palm power invisibly.

Yan Zhen frowned, the fiery red monk robes of the two spoilers in front of him were particularly eye-catching, such an outfit he had seen in Nadro, the master of the Daluo Palace, and his intuition told him that the two were not easier to mess with than Nadro, so he had to stop and say: "The two masters are from the Tubo Daluo Palace?" ”

Nyingma clasped her palms together and said, "Exactly." ”

Yan Zhen suddenly felt that things were tricky, although the City of Death was one of the four secret places in the rivers and lakes, he was still quite afraid of the six sects of Buddhism that had been hidden all year round, and these six holy gates were the existence of masters who had been on the heavenly list after all. and the last sneak attack in the Kunlun Temple, I am afraid that it has already formed a bond with the Daluo Palace.

After Yan Zhen pondered for a moment, he suddenly asked, "Master, this dart object is supposed to be entrusted by the Great Luo Palace?" ”

(End of chapter)