August 21, 2015 at 5 p.m. Updated word count 2200

In the last book, it was said that the crow leader lay down in the woods for two days just to recuperate, and for these two days he lay on the ground, and his rations were all on the crow's beak, and when he saw something flying over his head, if he felt that he could eat it, he just said lightly: "I see that you stupid cock has to fall to death under this tree."

When the injury was healed for eight or nine minutes, he remembered the task assigned by Emperor Tang, and he didn't dare to delay, jumped into the air, and flew straight to the heavens. After a while, looking at the bustling crowd below, Svein knew that it was almost over, and then fell to the clouds, and asked someone to inquire, only to know that after today's temple fair, the streets and alleys were all rushing to the market.

Seeing that he was dressed in a leaf outfit that could not cover the upper and lower parts, he wanted to buy a trouser at the market, and the few ingots of broken silver he carried with him had been burned down with his clothes, so he had no choice but to repeat the old trick, watching a crane fly by in the sky, his body was elegant and elegant, and his whole body was white and flawless, Svein muttered in a low voice: "You deserve to be unlucky, but at this time, I guess you will have to fall to your feet too." ”

The crane had a heart attack and suffered a cerebral infarction and died in front of the crow leader, Svein picked up the crane, walked to the market, and exchanged clothes and pants with the vendor, and the hawker was so happy that he gave the crow leader a few more copper coins. At the same time, an old man with crane hair and a childish face at the foot of Kunlun Mountain suddenly frowned, pinched his fingers and was immediately furious, threw away the fairy grass he had just picked, and roared up to the sky: "Thief An dares to kill my mount!"

The Huanglong Dao people next to him rushed to hear the sound, and said, "Senior Brother Antarctica, why are you so angry?" The Antarctic Immortal Weng blushed and said loudly: "I sent He'er to Jiang Shang in the morning to get a few Qingxin Grass as today's alchemy elixir, I don't want to calculate it just now, He'er has already lost his soul and died of unhuman death, which hurts me!"

The Huanglong Daoist pretended to pinch his fingers and count, the mana of the four Daoless people was limited, so he could only count that he hadn't gone to the toilet until he got up this morning, but he said: "Senior brother's Day mourning, if you find that thief, Huanglong will be at the bottom of the mountain, you can call me to go with me!"

The Antarctic Immortal Weng cried and mourned, waved his hand, and said, "Senior brother, go and go busy with your own business, senior brother has his own opinions." ”

Huang Long secretly scolded Antarctica for not knowing what to do, touched the straw paper in his arms, and headed towards the bamboo forest under the mountain.

When Huanglong walked away, Antarctic Immortal Weng Fang sat on the ground and howled, crying and saying: "Crane, I have ridden you for tens of thousands of years, how deep the feelings are, only God knows that you know and I know! Woo woo~~~" If this word is heard by our Tang Emperor, there may be many dirty associations......

Putting aside the Raven Commander and asking around for now, let's talk about our gold medal undercover agent: Nasus the Doghead. With the secret book "An Actor's Self-cultivation" given by Emperor Tang Emperor, he flew alone and flew to Tianhu Mountain in the opposite direction. Svein and Goulagas the barrel may still meet, and they are destined to fight to the end alone.

To say that the Tang Emperor thought about it thoroughly, considering that the West teaches monks and Taoists, all of them are born with good looks, and the dog-headed Nasus is a little unsatisfactory, but it's okay, the congenital is not good, let's process it the day after tomorrow!

Dozens of plastic surgery masters are said to have graduated from Lan Xiang, with high skills and sufficient experience, and they have been busy all night, tattooing eyebrows, nose and thin lips, breast augmentation, and giving Nasus all over again! The plastic surgery masters uphold the highest tenet of the Tang Emperor to be clean and thorough, leaving no dead ends, and they can't wait to pull the dog's head and asshole into double eyelids. In the early morning of the next day, a simple and kind monk was born! The Tang Emperor gave the name of the law, and the dream belonged!

It is said that the monk of the dream of this day flew for more than two hours, saw the monks and Taoists gathering below, busy, and then fell from the clouds, and stepped forward to talk. As for how to speak, the Tang Emperor had already explained when he was leaving, no matter what he wanted to say, it would be right to bring a "Amitabha" in front of him! So, all of Nasus's actions this afternoon became this: "Amitabha, dare to ask the donor's surname, what are you doing"; Amitabha, I am so happy to wait for the monks, I actually eat shredded dog meat at noon, and I use such a big pot"; Amitabha, stupid you pee on my feet!"

Through an afternoon, the monk of the dream has been completely integrated into this group, drinking beer, eating dog meat, and finally standing shoulder to shoulder farther than who urinated, and at the same time heard that everyone's only task is to continue to advance in the direction of the heavenly court, and when he saw the idle immortal cultivators, he stepped forward to talk, and pushed him into my Western religion, as long as the other party dared to say three words, he would immediately fall down, and if he couldn't beat it, he would shout to the rear, the eight heavenly dragons, the Bodhisattvas of all walks of life, and tens of thousands of Buddhas would be on standby at any time, and they would be disobedient to everything!

This place was already completed this morning before the dream came, it was a sect called the "Wind and Rain Alliance", a total of 123 scattered cultivators, 89 people who had agreed to join our Western Sect, and the rest had already gone to hell!

Rest for one night, tomorrow's goal is Fengyun Mountain, which is only a few miles away, it is said that there are only two loose cultivators on the mountain, and they will do a little kung fu, which is not worth mentioning.

In the early morning of the next day, hundreds of monks first recited the Sutra of Death at the scene of yesterday's murder, confessed their sins, and after finishing the incident, they looked righteous and proudly assembled in formation, took small steps, and walked towards the next goal. The monk of the dream relics does not know what the Sutra of the Past Life is, he lowered his head, chattered dryly, and looked at both sides with the residual light of his eyes, all the monks and Taoists closed their eyes and chanted under a holy Buddha light, and no one looked at themselves at all, and successfully passed the test!

At about nine o'clock in the morning, the Western Sect and others climbed Fengyun Mountain, watched the two people in front of them walk out of the house, and the leading monk stepped forward, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said loudly: "Amitabha, we are the Pudu team under the seat of the Buddha of the Western Sect, and we are here to welcome the two donors into our Western Sect to take refuge in our Buddha and seek positive results together!

One of the two men on the mountain is named Nie Feng, and the other is called Bu Jingyun, Bu Jingyun is silent, Nie Feng clenched his fists and arched his hands, and said softly: "The exercises practiced by my senior brothers and sisters are very different from those of Buddhism, and we are used to freedom, and we are unwilling to be bound by that, so it is difficult to obey our fate!"

A "no" word, there is an explanation on the top, as long as there are three "no" words, you can start immediately!

The leading monk smiled slightly, and persuaded again: "Amitabha, I and other people in the Buddhist sect have made a profound vow, appeared everywhere to say the Dharma, have great compassion, and always save the suffering and mercy of life, why don't the two donors come to my Xitian Leiyin Temple and his party, listen to the Dharma, bathe in the light of the Buddha, and then make a decision?"

Bu Jingyun was still silent, his face was a little red, and Nie Feng said with a smile: "Thank you for the master's kindness, my brothers don't want to go!"

There were two "no" words, and a Taoist arrogantly shouted: "Boy, the Buddhas are kind to persuade each other, don't know how to lift, do you dare to say the third word?"

At this moment, Bu Jingyun, who had been silent for a long time, didn't know whether he couldn't help it or couldn't hold it back, and said loudly: "Fools, listen well, how many words are this!" I only heard the sound of "no, no" non-stop, after eighteen consecutive sounds, Bu Jingyun was relaxed, and the leading monk scolded loudly: "Paralyzed, kill this fart basket for me!"