Suddenly, the monstrous demonic aura permeated from the sky, and the bright sky disappeared one by one as if it had been poisoned by an invisible hand.

"Don't live up, don't be rampant!"

"The Buddhist Gate Conference is not a place where you can go wild"

"Let's shoot together and break his magical powers"

……

Thousands of bald heads shot together, and a huge swastika was formed, with unparalleled majesty and majesty, soaring into the sky, instantly breaking through the demonic qi and bringing the light back to the world.

"Hahaha, Buddhism is really powerful!"

After a burst of wild laughter, a golden crow more than thirty meters long came through the clouds.

Wearing a gold-edged black robe, with a long figure, a cold expression, his feet stepped on the back of the golden crow, and he stood with his hands in his hands. To be more sassy, how sassy to be more.

"The side of the demon gate is worthy of all evil, and dares to come to participate in my Buddhist ceremony"

"Let's take him together"

"This is a bad statement, even in the mortal world, there are two countries fighting, and if you don't kill the envoy, Bian Bu represents the Demon Gate, no matter what he did before, we can't do anything to him!"

……

Thousands of bald heads were discussing, some wanted to stay behind, and some disagreed.

Bian didn't even look at them, and swept directly towards Guan Lingfu.

In the bustling crowd, Chu Feng was about to beckon Black Cat, Xiao Huohuo and others to leave.

A refreshing burst of fairy music sounded, red petals bloomed in the air, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers lingered around the nose, and a chariot with an almost transparent purple curtain was pulled by four hundred-meter-long cyan dragons, rushing towards it.

"Ruyu was ordered by his father to participate in the Buddhist Gate Conference"

The big beads and small beads fell like jade plates, and the crisp and pleasant sound came out of the chariot.

Yan Ruyu.

Another acquaintance!

Chu Feng looked up at Yan Ruyu in the chariot, but unexpectedly, the wonderful person in the chariot also looked over.

The four looked at each other, and a trace of doubt flashed in those beautiful eyes.

Due to the short time, those beautiful eyes passed in a flash.

Chu Feng, who had already changed the world and turned into another look, didn't believe that the other party could recognize him at once, smiled freely, and greeted the black cat and so on.

"Find a place to settle first"

Several people responded in unison.

Compared with Chu Feng and the others, who were decisive, the low-level monks who were mixed in the group of monks were not so calm.

Yan Ruyu, who was passing by just now, is said to be the first beauty in Tiandao City.

For thousands of years, looking at its back and not getting it, today I have the fate to see the side face.

……

The Guanling Mansion is actually a large temple with all kinds of Buddha statues and buildings, like an ocean.

Although it is not as vast as Tiandao City, it is also rare on the major ancient roads.

Compared with the Taoist temple that pursues simplicity, it is more of a heaven and an earth.

People often say that Buddhism rearranges and cultivates itself, not chasing the wind.

On the top of the golden and extraordinary Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a monk with white eyebrows and introverted charm.

At first glance, it looks like an old antique that has lived for an unknown number of years.

Even if you sit still, you can make countless monks, solemn from the bottom of their hearts, not dare to have the slightest presumptuousness.

"Kurong Ancient Buddha, the little monk is a guest from afar, how can he preside over the once-in-a-century Buddhist conference on the ancient road, please take back your life"

On the right, sitting on a futon, the radiant golden cicada, with folded hands and a humble expression.

If Chu Feng was here, there must have been some surprise.

The previous cultivation was miserable, and the golden cicada, who could almost abandon the number and retrain, had recovered the previous peak cultivation of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The ancient Buddha with white hair opened his eyes full of wrinkles, and said indifferently: "You are a disciple of the Buddha and a person who learns scriptures, and it is very suitable to preside over the Buddhist conference." ”

Jin Chanzi was humble by nature and refused: "The little monk's cultivation is still shallow, his virtue is insufficient, and he is embarrassed by the big responsibility." ”

Kurong Ancient Buddha, looking out of the hall, revealing a look of reminiscence.

"In the past, the old monk wandered away from the galaxy, passing by a practice ancient star, the largest temple on the ancient star, Ahan Temple, presided over the ancient Buddha of Huilun, invited the old monk to preside over the Buddhist conference of that year, the old monk excused himself and made up, the ancient Buddha of Huilun, and the old monk said four words"

The clear eyes of the golden cicada looked at the Kurong Ancient Buddha without blinking.

"Don't give in"

Kurong Ancient Buddha spit out four words lightly.

But just like the evening drum and morning bell, it resounded throughout the temple.

Jin Cicada's body was shocked, and he gestured with a look of shame.

"What the ancient Buddha taught is that it is the little monk who is in love"

The Kurong Ancient Buddha smiled and closed his cloudy eyes.

Then, a strong golden light flashed around him, and then vanished.

The Buddhist monks present stood up and saluted one after another.

"Holy Monk ......"

"In front of you, I dare not be called a holy monk"

Jin Chanzi returned the salute, looked at the monks present, did not find the person he was looking for, and said softly: "Shiva Bodhisattva of the first level, why didn't you come?" ”

The monks looked at each other.

In the middle of the ring, a little monk replied: "A few days ago, the little monk was ordered to go to the first level to inform the Bodhisattva, I don't want it to be empty, and the fat Venerable under the Bodhisattva is gone, and the little monk suspects that the Bodhisattva has traveled everywhere. ”

When Jin Chanzi heard this, his indifferent face twitched, and he had heard that although Shiva's cultivation was high, he was debauched and had a contemptuous attitude towards Buddhism.

I don't want to, even such an important Buddhist conference dares to be absent.

Just as Jin Chanzi was thinking about it, the sound of Bian Buyi and Yan Ruyu's conversation came.

"Fellow Daoist, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your style is better than in the past"

"To each other"

These two people are only afraid that the comer is not good!

A hint of gloom flashed in the golden cicada's eyebrows.

"Holy monk, the guest has arrived"

There is a monk reminding.

The golden cicada got up and walked outside.

The monks sitting on both sides got up one after another, and there were as many as a hundred.

Coming to the platform in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Bian Daoyou, Yan Daoyou, don't come unharmed!" ”

At this time, on the square under the steps, there were as many as thirty or forty people from various schools, and standing at the front was Yan Ruyu, who had just spoken.

When they heard this, they looked at the golden cicada on the steps, and said at the same time: "It seems that this Buddhist conference is presided over by Taoist friends. ”

At the same time as the golden cicada shook his head, a bad feeling rose in his heart.

The perverse side did not live up, and said bluntly: "Buddhism is the first school in the world, and it will not refuse the kind challenge from other schools."

As soon as these words came out, people of all schools showed their intentions.

For countless thousands of years, Buddhism has been standing high, wantonly interfering in the internal affairs of other sects under the guise of our Buddha's compassion and the equality of all living beings, and the heavens have long been angry and resentful.

Despite being prepared, Jin Chanzi was still inexplicably panicked.

After being silent for a while, he said indifferently: "There is no distinction between high and low schools, since you want to ask for advice, the poor monks should go down." ”

Bian Bu Hehe laughed, his face full of mockery.

This kind of laughter seems to be contagious, and one laugh after another rings of laughter rang out.