Early in the morning, Yang Yaofeng came to the market in Qihai Town, at this time it was already crowded with people, so it was not lively, there were strong men with muscles coiled, there were mortal practitioners who were as light as swallows, there were also loose cultivators who sat on the floating clouds and sent their children to the meeting, and groups of teenagers from the Xiuzhen family who were uniformly dressed and acted in order, came to the collective meeting.

During this period, there were also a few disciples of the Guangzhao sect, who introduced their sects to the surrounding crowd one by one. Yang Yaofeng estimated that the sects that came out to solicit people were not very good sects, and if the real sects came out to solicit customers, how could they come out to solicit customers.

When Yang Yaofeng was about to take a look elsewhere, he suddenly heard a Buddha horn from behind, "Amitabha, the Bodhi seal is faintly visible in the eyebrows of the little donor, and the little monk feels that the donor seems to have a silver Buddha light around him, and he thinks that the donor may be the reincarnation of my Buddhist monk, come with me quickly, join my Bodhi Temple, and take refuge in my Buddha as soon as possible to achieve positive results." After speaking, he grabbed Yang Yaofeng's arm and didn't let go, still relying on Yang Yaofeng's full mana, he couldn't break free at all.

"This master, I am a cultivator, you must be mistaken. Yang Yaofeng explained.

But the old monk, who looked like a rotten wood, still dragged him to the place where the apprentices of the Bodhi Temple were recruited.

Although the Bodhi Temple is one of the two largest sects of Buddhism, I don't know when I will be able to achieve the so-called positive fruit when I think that my green hair has become an ugly bald scoop, and that I will not be close to women in the future.

Yang Yaofeng was anxious and scolded: "Zhengguo you are bald, master, I like women, I am addicted to alcohol, and I have no meat every day. ”

"Little friend, don't be afraid, the little monk Dharma number succession, if you can enter my Buddhism, I dare to guarantee that after a long time, you will naturally break the red dust, the six roots are pure, and the time will inevitably achieve positive results, and the future will be above us, don't miss this opportunity, otherwise I will regret it for life." ”

Soon after, Yang Yaofeng was dragged to the place where the Bodhi Temple recruited disciples.

There are not many people around the admissions office of Bodhi Temple, only to see another old monk on the high platform preaching, a group of small monks behind are knocking on the wooden fish to respond, there are few people listening to the scriptures, only some white-clothed filial sons and some frustrated monks registered on the spot, and were cut off as monks on the spot by a few little monks with bright hands and feet.

It may be that the effect of accepting apprentices is not good, after a while, the old monk who preached the scriptures suddenly stood up, took off his robe, revealing a strong muscle, and then the little monks in the back, picked up some stone slabs and stone pillars on the ground, and smashed them on the old monk's body, you must know that those are not ordinary stones, those stones are second-grade materials mille-feuille, these materials are in the gate faction, usually used to build martial arts arenas, very strong, can resist low-level spells, if it is not too heavy, it will definitely be able to make good quality magic weapons.

But these stones smashed on the old monk's body, and suddenly shattered into powder, and those little monks have a foundation cultivation, if it is an ordinary foundation building monk, may be smashed on the spot, go to see the Buddha, to later more exaggerated two strong little monks took out the four-grade magic weapon sun and moon shovel, and smashed on the old monk, only to see the old monk covered in bronze muscles, emitting a faint golden light, and suddenly sparks splashed, and the old monk was unharmed.

And in the end, the little monk's hands were replaced with all kinds of high-level magic weapons, there are maces, parting hooks, nunchucks, sawtooth swords, eight-ling hammers, the most exaggerated is which strong monk like a bear, he picked up a stove as big as a chain spherical magic weapon, kept accelerating and rotating, whining, making the audience curl up in horror and curl their heads, for fear that the chain ball would fall and hurt themselves, with the exaggerated performance of the Bodhi Temple, more and more people gathered here, and the cheers continued.

Yang Yaofeng was also dumbfounded by such an exaggerated scene, it is estimated that he is a Jindan stage monk, and if he does not wear any spiritual weapons for defense, he will also be killed on the spot.

But at the same time as these weapons smashed at the old monk, the old monk opened his eyes, and suddenly the tiger stared, and a tiger tattoo appeared on his body, and the tiger was in those weapons, the moment it approached the old monk's body, it suddenly broke its body, like a tiger descending the mountain, surrounding the old monk for a week, tearing and shattering all the weapons, and at the same time, the bricks and rocks under the feet of the old monk were all shaken apart, and those little monks were also shocked to the ground, and the strongest monk almost rolled off the high platform.

And the tiger seemed to be unsatisfied, and roared at the audience, shaking the monks who had lower cultivation in the audience, and some ordinary people turned on their backs.

"Evil animal!" Hugh was presumptuous, and an Arhat Faxiang appeared behind the old monk, grabbing the tiger like catching a kitten, and the tiger could only return to the old monk's body with the Faxiang, which was really exciting.

The people in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then burst into thunderous applause, and many people ran to sign up, but it seemed that they were all some physical cultivators and some mortal martial artists.

Yang Yaofeng was also stunned by the shocking scene just now, and in the face of his continuation of the old monk, he was even more happy and smug, "The method of refining the body of my Buddhism is endless, and when it is small, it can open the mountain and gravel, and after the completion of the world, it is even more invasive, and there is the power ...............of three dragons and seven elephants in one hand, and my Buddhism also has countless Dharmas. ”

The old monk was beside Yang Yaofeng, constantly making noise, but in Yang Yaofeng's body, there was a familiar and indifferent voice: "These old monks, for tens of thousands of years, still use the same set of juggling on the rivers and lakes, there are many cultivation methods of the demon clan and the demon clan that are not weaker than him, and I dare to say that the method of practicing the body of Buddhism is infinite and boring." After that, there was no more sound.

Thinking about this voice, it must have something to do with the man in black in the sea of his knowledge, and Yang Yaofeng didn't think much about it, but the words of the man in black in the sea reminded him that the broken void is his supreme avenue, and Yongdeng Bliss will only consider it after his unfortunate death."

So Yang Yaofeng pointed to the direction of the old monk on the high platform, and shouted, "It's not good, that master seems to have vomited blood and was injured." ”

The old monk hurriedly let go of his hand, turned around and looked at the high platform, and through the dense crowd of apprentices, he found that his junior brother happened to be on the high platform, lecturing and teaching the Fa, and there was no sign of injury, so he knew that he had been fooled.

Hurriedly turned his head to look for it, and found that Yang Yaofeng had already run to the side of the Heavenly Sword Alliance, which had the largest number of people, because of the agreement of the various sects, he could not go to their side to pull disciples, otherwise he would be suspected of robbing the disciples of other sects.

Because I don't look at the quality of this spiritual root, whether the Tao is strong or not, just by virtue of this sub-weather, I think that I will be successful in the future, but this opportunity did not fall in the Bodhi Temple, and now the monk can only sigh in annoyance and turn away.