"Yes, as long as you give him the Twenty-One Year Cicada Sword, then I will take you to meet Lord Warlock."

Feeling the gaze of Blood Bodhi and Lin to ward off evil spirits, Deng Xian paused.

"Okay, I'll silently play the sword technique of "Twenty-one Years of Cicada Sword".

Lin said without any hesitation, he has been practicing this "Twenty-one Year Cicada Sword" for more than ten years, but he still hasn't practiced anything.

For him, there is no difference between this "Twenty-One Year Cicada Sword" and the swordsmanship that can be seen on the side of the road.

Although he heard many people say that his family swordsmanship "Twenty-one Years of Cicada Sword" was passed down from the "Nirvana Sutra", even if this was the case, for him, the magic skills that he could not practice were not as good as the opportunity to take revenge.

Lin Qiu's words fell, and he walked into the middle of the guest room, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and immediately began to write "Twenty-one Years of Cicada Sword" silently.

And after taking a look at Lin to ward off evil spirits, Blood Bodhi turned around and blocked his and Deng Xian's voices with a three-foot qi wall, and said:

"Even the celestials in this world dare not say that they are omnipotent, I don't know who this warlock refers to? Is that Lord Jinyi Weiqincha? ”

"The master already has a guess, doesn't he?" Deng Xian glanced at the Blood Bodhi Dao,

The Demon Master of the White Horse Temple can guess who he is talking about, Deng Xian doesn't believe in Blood Bodhi doesn't know, this NPC is far stronger than the Demon Master of the White Horse Temple in Deng Xian's eyes, whether it is strength or news.

"It seems that it is true, the poor monk still has a question, is he really worthy of the words 'omnipotent'?" Blood Bodhi smiled when he heard this.

"In my eyes, the Warlock is already on this path, and he is destined to reach the end of this path."

Speaking of this, Deng Xian paused and said, "If the master really wants to become a Buddha, then you can go and meet the warlock." ”

"The poor monk can judge the truth of what people say through intuition, and the intuition tells the poor monk that what the donor said is true, when did there be such a character in the world, the poor monk did not visit, but the poor monk was lonely and unheard." Blood Bodhi shook his head and said.

"It's not too late now, and after a while, Lord Warlock is estimated to have to do something to the entire green forest, if Master Bodhi is still in the green forest by then, then maybe, we will have to fight each other."

Speaking of this, Deng Xian glanced at Blood Bodhi and said frankly:

"Actually, this time the master is also on the list of Jinyiwei to kill, but I really don't have the ability to kill the master, so we can talk face-to-face, but sooner or later I will have the ability to kill the master, if the master is still on this list at that time, then it is not a good thing."

Blood Bodhi laughed when he heard this, and said: "There are very few people in the world who can kill poor monks, but the poor monks actually feel that your words are true, well, just for this honest truth, it is also worth the poor monks to leave Bears Ears Mountain." ”

After that, Blood Bodhi looked at Lin Dixian, who was silently writing "Twenty-one Years of Cicada Sword", and said: "When the poor monk finishes the so-called "Nirvana Sutra", the poor monk will personally go to Kunshan to visit Lord Jinyiwei, and I hope to have a good time with you when the time comes." ”

"The master still drinks?" Deng Xian glanced at the Blood Bodhi Dao in surprise.

Hearing this, Blood Bodhi shook his head and said: "The wine and meat are all clay sculptures in the world, and the pink statues are all skeletons in the tomb, if you want to become a Buddha, everything must be seen through, and you must also let go, if you are not contaminated, how can you say let go?" ”

As he spoke, Blood Bodhi withdrew his three feet of qi around him, and with a casual lift, the qi flowed, and the wine jug on the table rose in the air, filling two wine glasses.

Blood Bodhi glanced at Deng Xian and said, "Donor, do you want a cup?" ”

"Oh roar, there's wine!"

The moment he saw the wine glass, Dongcheng Azu, who was following Deng Xian, instantly became excited, and pulled Zu'an artist to the wine table.

"Come on, master, let's brag and drink together." The eyes of the Zaun artist also lit up.

"That's it, master, you took out the wine earlier, where do we need such a dull atmosphere, the little prince of the bar is talking about me, and I don't need an atmosphere group in the bar." Dongcheng Azu put a hand on Blood Bodhi's shoulder and said unceremoniously.

"Bar?"

Blood Bodhi glanced at the two people who had already hooked up with him, then looked at Deng Xian, and said with a smile:

"You two colleagues look funny."

Looking at his two teammates, Deng Xian took a deep breath and said, "Well, they ......... They don't have their brains right. ”

"Who is not normal in his brain, I am very normal, master, let me tell you, you look like this, if you go to a bar, how can there be a duck or something, you will kill it directly, what is called abstinence and baldness, this is it." Dongcheng Azu is a serious and authentic person.

Deng Xian covered his face when he heard this, sure enough, he shouldn't have brought Dongcheng Azu here, what a crime!

If Blood Bodhi could understand what a duck is, it is estimated that he would have given them a few rebirth mantras now.

………

Outside the mountain temple, I really didn't eat vegetarian and lit the bonfire again, set up a cauldron, and quickly prepared the necessary materials such as fresh mushrooms, lean pork, peanut oil, salt, and monosodium glutamate, and started a new attempt.

"Big fire, big fire, cook for a long time this time, you must cook the mushrooms, rest assured, I'm really not a vegetarian, you can do it." I'm really not a vegetarian, and I quickly operated the mushroom soup, and at the same time pumped myself up.

Next to him, Yu Liancheng, the representative of the clean Southern Green Forest, Duan Cheng of the Southern Sword of the Diancang Sect, and Wu Qing, the killer of the Blood River Tower, had already begun to roll their eyes a little.

Even the Demon Master of the White Horse Temple, who had already woken up from the nightmare, saw the scene in front of him, his legs couldn't stop trembling, and his Pure Zen body felt a little empty at this time.

"Devouring the Starry Sky: Signing in to Become a God"

This pot of mushroom soup is poured again, and these guys estimate that after going up the mountain, they won't even be able to get up from bed.

"Amitabha, donor, this mushroom soup ........."

The Demon Master of the White Horse Temple was just about to say something, but was instantly interrupted by me who is really not a vegetarian.

"This mushroom soup is fragrant, do you want to taste it?" I'm really not a vegetarian and look forward to it.

"Huh? Still drinking? The poor monk's body is afraid that it will not be blessed. The Demon Master of the White Horse Temple immediately shook his head into a rattle.

"Don't drink, don't drink, you say a hammer."

I really didn't eat vegetarian and said angrily: "Get out of the way, don't bother me to make mushroom soup." ”

When the Demon Master of the White Horse Temple heard this, he immediately ran to the side, leaving only me, who continued to make mushroom soup, really not a vegetarian.

"I said you don't have to, these three are already not good, this is still a pot, I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand it." Gray Wind patted Yu Liancheng's three faces, looking at me and looking at me, I really don't eat vegetarian ways.

"Don't worry, the mushroom soup I made this time will definitely not be uncooked, and they won't have a problem." I'm really not a vegetarian and honest with a straight face.

"No, you're the second pot, I see they all roll their eyes, why don't you eat something else first? At least something to pull on, you see that Cangpai Nanjian has no reaction, just convulsions. ”

The war criminals of P Society can't stand it anymore, and they are so good that they make canned food and then do it, you are too much compared to the war criminals of P Society.

I really don't eat vegetarian Wen Yan frowned, and after thinking about it carefully, he said: "What you said makes sense, I'll add more pork to the mushroom soup, well, it's really not good, make some steamed buns, their swallowing ability is still there, and they can eat it." ”

When the war criminals of P Society heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched: "I'm not talking about the problem of pork, besides, you still want to lose their ability to swallow?" ”

"No, the last pot is over, this pot is over, I'll let them resume for at least two days before experimenting." I'm not a vegetarian and serious.

The man with twelve-pack abs happened to pass by with the corpse on his back, and after glancing at the three NPCs, he said, "I hope they can survive this pot." ”

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, why don't you come and try the soup for me?" I really don't eat vegetarian food, turned around, and said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers instantly stood up and scattered.

"It occurred to me that there was a pile of corpses in the north that had not been carried over."

"I also suddenly remembered that there was still a pile of corpses in the west that had not been carried over."

"I believe in the god of the mountain, and suddenly I remembered that the statue of the god of the mountain seems to have not been wiped yet."

"Well, I remember that the donkey of the production team said let me help."

………

It was just a blink of an eye, and there was only one person left in front of the mountain temple, the master of the White Horse Temple, and after seeing my really non-vegetarian gaze, the master swallowed his saliva and said:

"The poor monk suddenly remembered that he had not given these people an excess, and the poor monk said goodbye."

After that, the Demon Master of the White Horse Temple also fled and left.

"Cooking doesn't make you live in peace."

I really didn't eat vegetarian food, rolled up my sleeves, walked up to the three NPCs, probed my breath and said, "Isn't this still alive and well?" Salty eating radish soup worries. ”

And hearing the voice that I was really not a vegetarian, the three unconscious people all trembled subconsciously, as if they had some nightmare.

………

In Michi Town, Yuelai Inn, at this time, a wet man walked into the lobby, looked at the storyteller who was resting, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I want to sell a message."

"What's the news?"

The storyteller raised his head when he heard this, and said, "Not all news is valuable, you should understand." ”

"This news is definitely worth the money, you can listen to it first, the north and south green forests of the mountain temple were completely destroyed by Jinyi Wei, the head of the South Green Forest Yu Liancheng, the Diancang faction Nanjian Duan Cheng, the killer Wu Qing of the Blood River Tower, and the master of the White Horse Temple were arrested, and only the head of the North Green Forest, the Black Mountain Bear, escaped." The Black Mountain Bear said coldly.

"What you said is true?"

When the storyteller heard this, he stood up and paced repeatedly:

"That's really big news, I only know that Yuliancheng sprayed on the spot, and the follow-up news has not come, it seems that our informant may be dead, and your news is very important."

After that, the storyteller turned around, but saw that the person behind him was gone, and he immediately wrinkled as if he remembered something, and said, "That person......... It seems to be a black mountain bear. ”