Linglong Mountain is a mountain in the city, located in the city of Fengwufu.

Although the mountain is not big or high, the scenery is quite beautiful, and there are hot springs in the mountain, and there are many tourists throughout the year.

However, in recent days, there has been a lot of rain in the area of Fengwu Mansion, and it has been rainy, so there are a lot fewer tourists, and the hot spring villa that is full of guests all the year round also has few visitors.

"So, are you going to take a mandarin duck bath with your princess lover first, and then soak with me when she is gone?"

In the courtyard, under the rain eaves.

Sister Guan was dressed in a brocade robe, with a golden crown and bundled hair, a jade belt around her waist, leather shoes, and a folding fan in her hand, dressed like a chic and noble son, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Shen Lang with a smile.

Shen Lang relied on the fact that he was a younger brother, and said casually:

"If my sister doesn't mind, the three of us will ...... together"

"you!"

Sister Taifei glanced at him angrily, "I want to do beautiful things!" I'll go first and go for a walk around town. ”

Shen Lang looked regretful: "Is my sister really not together?" ”

Sister Taifei said twice, stretched out an oil-paper umbrella, walked straight out of the eaves, and stepped into the rain.

After seeing the concubine's sister leave, Shen Lang calculated the time, and there was still more than half an hour before noon, so he made a pot of tea, sat under the rain eaves, and quietly enjoyed the rain scene in the courtyard.

At the same time.

The west city of Fengwu Mansion is in the middle of the fang market where the poor live.

Three tall figures dressed in cloak and hats walked briskly through a muddy alleyway where sewage flowed to a low house.

The first person stepped forward and knocked on the old door, and soon, a deep male voice came from inside the door:

"Who?"

The man with the hat who knocked on the door whispered:

"The Heavenly Buddha descended into the world, and the eagle flew into the sky."

After a moment of silence.

The door panel creaked, opened a crack in the door, and a pair of cloudy eyes, through the crack in the door, stared vigilantly at the three people outside the door.

The leader of the hat man raised his hand and pinched the seal, and between his palms, an illusory pink lotus bag floated out of thin air.

With his ten fingers trembling slightly, the lotus bag bloomed quickly, and when the petals were all stretched, a faint light flashed in the lotus core, and in an instant, the pink lotus flower was rendered black.

The illusory black lotus only existed for a moment, and then disappeared like a broken bubble.

The dim eyes behind the crack in the door saw this scene, and the look of vigilance in his eyes disappeared, and he opened the door and said in a low voice:

"Come in!"

After the three mandarins had penetrated in, the man who opened the door looked out of the door vigilantly for a while, and when he saw that no one was following, he quickly closed the door panel, locked the door, and led the three hat-men to the inner room.

"How's the preparation?"

"Everything is ready, just wait for the three messengers to come with the 'Holy Blood' to preside over the puja."

"There haven't been any masters above the third rank in the city recently, right?"

"Nope. Even if there is, it doesn't matter. Such a big scene, not to mention the third grade, even if it is the second grade or even the first grade, it is difficult to control it......"

While they were talking, the four of them came to the back room, and the man who opened the door opened a secret passage and walked in first.

The three men followed closely behind and stepped into the secret passage.

After walking along the spiral descending secret passage for an unknown amount of time, a huge cave suddenly opened up in front of me.

In the cave, hundreds of people prostrate on the ground, worshipping an altar with fanatical faces.

And on the altar, there seems to be a black lotus flower carved from obsidian.

In front of the altar, there is an octagonal stone well, and the mouth of the well is pitch black, and I don't know where it leads.

The man who opened the door clasped his hands together, saluted the three hat-bearers, and raised his hand to make a petition:

"Ask the messenger to preside over the puja."

The three hat-bearers took off their hats and wigs, revealing their bare heads, and then took off their decaying clothes and put on black robes.

After that, the three of them crossed the crowd and came to the altar, sat on the ground facing the altar, took out various instruments such as prayer beads, wooden fish, bowls, etc., counted the prayer beads, knocked on the wooden fish and bowls, and recited and sang evil scriptures in a strange and magical tone.

……

Guan Yunfeng held a paper umbrella, walked down the stone steps to the foot of the mountain.

Because most of the tourists have gone up the mountain since then, the street market at the foot of the mountain is quite prosperous, with restaurants and shops lined up one after another, and Qinglou gambling houses are readily available.

Sister Guan was wandering around the street, and when she saw a pastry shop, she went in to buy some candied fruits for the goblins, and when she came out, she saw a jewelry store, and went in to buy a few gadgets for herself and Xiaoya.

Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly heard two noble ladies coming out of the VIP room in the room:

"Longyin Temple is really effective...... As you know, I've been married to my husband for five years, and my stomach hasn't moved...... Three months ago, I just went to Longyin Temple to make incense sticks and asked for a signature...... Look at my belly...... Later, I will go to Longyin Temple to burn incense and pray to the Buddha to bless the child in my belly......"

"Is it really that effective?"

"You and I have been sisters for many years, how can I coax you? Let me tell you, I am not the only one who has begged for a child in Longyin Temple, there are many women who have been difficult to conceive for many years, no matter whether they are rich or poor, as long as they sincerely ask for children, the results have all come true! ”

"Why haven't you heard of it before, Longyin Temple is seeking a miracle?"

"You said it was before! Before that, Longyin Temple had not saved enough incense, and had not asked the Buddha to look at it, but now it has accumulated enough incense to attract the Buddha to look at it, so it suddenly worked! ”

"But ......"

"Oh, it's nothing, you can go to Longyin Temple with me later. Burn pillar incense, just ask for a lot, the temple is full of virtuous monks, not charlatans, you want to donate as much merit as you want, just throw a copper plate into the merit box, you will not be ......"

Hearing this, Sister Taifei couldn't help but feel funny.

She doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas.

As a second-grade martial artist, she knows very well that the so-called gods and Buddhas are just pioneers on the road of cultivation.

Even if you have great magical powers, you can't really dominate your fate, let alone respond to your needs.

After the noble lady went to Longyin Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, she suddenly became pregnant, but it was just a coincidence. The so-called many women are seeking success from their children, but I am afraid it is just a rumor, the so-called "friend of my friend".

But even if you have this understanding.

When the two noblewomen got out of the jewelry store, got into the carriage, and left surrounded by the family guards, she still followed her.

She thought that she would live in seclusion in the deep palace for a lifetime, and she never thought about the matter of heirs.

But now......

After participating in the secret method with Shen Lang and combining the two swords, although she had some hope of impacting a product, it was just hope.

Martial arts, how difficult is it?

There are so many amazing martial arts geniuses, how many of them can climb the third heavenly ladder and be promoted to the first rank of martial arts?

Sister Taifei felt that she had no chance.

And now, it's only a 100% possibility.

How unlikely is it possible?

Even if she has an indomitable determination to move forward and live or die, it is unknown whether she can break the barrier.

Even if you are really lucky enough to rush to the first product, if you want to escape the catastrophe, there is not much hope - in the past thousand years, there are only three people who have successfully crossed the catastrophe and transcended the world.

Since the founding of this dynasty, there has not been a successful catastrophe.

Even Chu Taizu's heroes who swept the world failed and died with regret, and Sister Taizu didn't feel that she could be even more powerful than Emperor Taizu.

But she is very confident in Shen Lang.

It's only been a year since his debut, and he is already the third grade of martial arts, the fourth grade of Taoism, and he has raised goblins that have long been extinct in the world, and even the Xingyuan Demon God can be subdued......

In the future, we will be a product.

And Yipin is not his end, his future, beyond the nine heavens, in the legendary Divine Palace Immortal.

Sister Taifei didn't have the confidence to accompany him to that step.

She only begged that he could be by his side while he was still in the mortal world, and she would be satisfied.

It would be even better if he could give birth to an heir and continue his bloodline in this world.

In fact, with her cultivation and her control over herself, it is not very difficult to conceive an heir for Shen Lang.

As long as she wants to, and Shen Lang cooperates, calculates the time to act, and does not refine and extinguish it afterwards, it is easy to get pregnant.

There is no need to pray to God and worship the Buddha.

But......

Just ask for peace of mind.

She also hopes that if she really has children, the children can be born safely and grow up healthy.

When the concubine sister held an oil-paper umbrella, walked in the drizzle, and followed the car of the two noblewomen to Longyin Temple.

Hot Springs Lodge.

Sitting alone under the eaves drinking tea and watching the rain, Shen Lang suddenly received the voice of the red queen:

"Master, here we are!"

Shen Lang smiled, got up and walked out of the eaves, gathered his eyes, and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, a slender and vigorous red dragon pierced through the rain clouds and swooped down towards the courtyard where he was.

On the back of the red dragon, the blonde girl with blue eyes has flying hair, her skirt is hunting, and her pretty face is full of bright smiles.

Chris Fierna did not change to her maximum posture.

Now it looks like it's just a small dragon with a head and tail.

But this kind of body shape is more flexible and fast, and it is more than enough to carry the petite and light princess.

When there are only 100 feet left from the ground, the size of the red queen shrinks again.

In the blink of an eye, it was the size of a puppy.

Esaria had already stepped out of the saddle, and with the ability to float in the air with the seventh-order golden rank, like a light swift under her head and feet, shuttled through the rain curtain, swooping towards the sinking waves.

The puppy-sized red queen fluttered two cute short wings and flew beside her.

Soon, Her Royal Highness the princess had already flown over the courtyard, spread her arms, and did not hesitate to pounce on the sinking waves.

Shen Lang also extended his arms to greet him and hugged the princess into his arms.

"Honey, I'm coming!"

The princess hugged Shen Lang tightly, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and she did not hesitate to offer a hot kiss.

Shen Lang also responded enthusiastically, holding her thighs with both hands, and carrying her into the room.

Along the way, their clothes kept falling off and throwing around, and when they came to the hot spring bath, they were both defenseless.

Poof!

Shen Lang hugged the princess's petite and light soft and delicate body and jumped into the hot spring pool.

Red followed her outside the bathroom, looked at her head twice, then covered her eyes and helped them close the door.

I don't know how long it took.

The noisy bath finally regained its tranquility.

Shen Lang sat in the bathroom, with his back against the pool wall, looking comfortable.

Her Royal Highness sat on his lap, her hands tightly around his neck, her cheeks resting on his shoulders, her half-open and half-closed blue eyes were misty, and her cheeks were still red.

After hugging each other for a while, Shen Lang spoke:

"Aya, are you sure that you will be promoted to the eighth order?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess shook her head:

"Bloodline people like us are all extremely fast in the early stage, and the more we get to the back, the more difficult it becomes. Not only me, but also pure-blood gods. ”

Shen Lang asked:

"Is the level extra tough?"

Esaria sighed:

"There is no particularly difficult level for the bloodliner, you just need to keep strengthening the bloodline, and you can continue to improve and advance. It's just that we are the bloodline of success, and the bloodline of defeat, the more powerful the bloodline, the more powerful the source force will be needed for later growth.

"Like my Red Dragon King bloodline, if you want to grow to the eighth order, you must accumulate a large amount of source power to nourish the bloodline. At my current cultivation speed, it would take at least ten years to advance to the eighth rank. ”

Shen Lang thoughtfully:

"There are no difficult levels, just keep saving to break through the promotion? It's no wonder that the number of ninth-order people in the West is far greater than the number of first-order products in the Eastern Soil......"

Before the Great Power Bodhisattva fell into demons, there were only nine people in Dongtu Yipin.

And according to Yan Tianying, the nine strongest kingdoms in the Western Ocean all have ninth-order powerhouses. At least one or two, more than two or three. The amount is almost two or three times that of Dongtu Yipin.

And that's not even counting the Ninth Order in the Church of the Gods.

Fortunately, the Western countries are not monolithic, and there is constant friction and fighting between several major god families for believers.

Otherwise, even if the strength of the Western ninth-order individuals is generally weaker than that of the Eastern Soil, with the numerical superiority of the Western high-end combat power, it is enough to pose a huge threat to the Eastern Soil.

The reason why the West can have so many high-end powers is obviously because of the existence of the gods.

Of course, the Western gods are so "generous", in the final analysis, it is only for themselves.

Although they have given mortals great power, they have also set off one war of faith after another in the name of God, constantly consuming the power of mortals and harvesting the souls of mortals.

They only need mortals to be thugs and dedicate their strength to the gods, but they will not allow mortals to rise to the next level and compete with them for profit.

Under the iron curtain of the gods, there has been a thousand years in the West, and no new gods have appeared.

And Dongtu, in this thousand years, there have been at least three earth immortals.

After a while, Shen Lang caressed Asharia Xuebeixiang's shoulders and said with a smile:

"I have a way for you to shorten the time it takes to accumulate source power."

"What's the solution?"

"In two months, call me wherever you are, and you'll know when the time comes."

Essaria didn't ask, only nodded vigorously, her blue eyes full of trust:

"Okay, in two months, I'll summon you."

After chatting softly for a while, Essaria wrapped her hands around Shen Lang's neck, the tip of her nose against the tip of his nose, her chest and abdomen next to his chest, and she gently swung her waist and murmured:

"I'm thinking about it again......"

Shen Lang smiled, his hands slid down the back of her shoulders, and he grabbed her flexible and slender waist.

……

"Donor, but do you want to sign?"

Longyin Temple, in the hall of Daxiong surrounded by cigarettes and birds.

Guan Yunfeng looked at the white-eyed old monk in front of him, sensed his qi slightly, and saw that he was only a third-grade martial artist who had practiced some body forging skills, so he withdrew his gaze disappreciatively, raised his hand and pointed to the Buddha statue enshrined in the hall and asked:

"Which Buddha is this?"

The golden body of the Buddha in the hall, the facial features are blank, and it looks a little weird.

But the pilgrims who came and went were not surprised by this, and they were quiet, kneeling in front of the Buddha with devotion and praying.

"What is enshrined in our temple is the Buddha of the Phaseless."

The white-eyed old monk smiled and said:

"The Buddha is boundless, and the elephant is in shape, so the golden body of the Buddha does not shape the face."

"The Buddha of Phaselessness?" Guan Yunfeng said: "How come I have never heard of this Buddha? ”

The white-eyed old monk did not show any impatience, and replied with a smile:

"In the three thousand worlds, the Buddha is immeasurable. Don't say that the donor is the old man, and I don't know how many Buddhas there are. The donor has never heard of the Buddha of Phaselessness, which is normal. ”

Guan Yunfeng nodded suspiciously and asked:

"I heard that Longyin Temple is very spiritual?"

The old monk smiled and said:

"Sincerity is spirituality."

Guan Yunfeng didn't speak again, only put his hands behind his back and quietly watched the other pilgrims offer incense and pray.

The old monk smiled and asked:

"Since the donor wants to have a son, why not come forward and offer a pillar of incense? As long as you are sincere, the Buddha will bless the donor. ”

Although Guan Yunfeng is dressed as a man, she looks like a chic and wealthy family, and she is easy to wear makeup, which has changed some facial features, but she is beautiful and natural, and her figure is good, and her female characteristics still can't be concealed, and anyone can see at a glance that she is a woman dressed as a man.

Regarding the old monk's proposal, Guan Yunfeng chuckled lightly, did not answer, and only said silently in his heart:

Gods and Buddhas are not tools of mortals, and they have never heard of gods and Buddhas who respond to requests.

Even the Western gods are ignorant of the priests of their own churches, and even the head of the church, if he prays ten times, the gods may not officially respond once.

Pray to God for sacrifice.

Even the righteous gods of the West have to hold a grand enough ceremony to send down miracles. It's just that the righteous gods are not like evil gods and demon gods, and they need blood sacrifices.

After looking at it for a while, seeing that the pilgrims were just offering incense and praying, the Buddha statue seemed to have nothing special, Guan Yunfeng hesitated slightly, and also stepped forward, took a handful of incense sticks, lit them, and knelt on the futon with the incense sticks, staring at the Buddha statue and silently saying in his heart:

"Wuxiang Buddha, you are a senior on the road of cultivation, I have nothing to ask for from you, I will give you a pillar of incense, worship you, just ask for peace of mind. If you can really hear it...... Bless the sinking waves, and you can get a product without danger or danger...... In the future, he will be detached, and he will not be able to meet you in the Divine Palace, and talk about Zen and Taoism......"

While she was praying silently, she suddenly saw a trance in her eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to see a strange black lotus flower blooming on the blank face of the "Buddha of Phaselessness" under the smoke of birds and birds.

The weird black lotus disappeared in a flash, it seemed to be just an illusion, but Guan Yunfeng, as a second-grade martial artist, how could he easily hallucinate?

With the assistance of Shen Lang, she has touched a trace of the mystery of refining the Yuan Shen, with her current cultivation, if there is an illusion in her eyes for no reason, it must be some kind of foreshadowing.

So, what does the black lotus portend?

The Buddha of Phaselessness......

Blooming Black Lotus ......

Buddha......

Black Lotus!

Between the lightning and flint, Guan Yunfeng had already thought of something, and suddenly a spirit, threw down the incense, stood up, looked at the white-eyed old monk, his phoenix eyes were fierce, and he said sharply:

"The Buddha of Phaselessness? Thief monk, you are worshipping the Black Lotus Demon Buddha! ”

The white-eyed old monk was stunned for a moment, and said with an innocent face:

"Donor, you...... What exactly is being said? ”

"Don't admit it?" Guan Yunfeng snorted coldly, and pointed to the sword, a sword point.

Zheng!

In the sound of the sword, the bright sword light burst out, carrying the invincible sharp edge, and slashed the golden body of the "Phaseless Buddha".

Rumble!

The sword light slashed on the golden body of the Buddha, and the golden body, which seemed to be a mud fetus and wood withering, actually bloomed with scorching golden light, turning into a golden lotus, supporting the sword light, so that the sword light could not enter an inch!

Seeing this scene, the pilgrims in the hall were all stunned, and immediately shouted:

"The Buddha has appeared! The Buddha has appeared! ”

"Sure enough, it's a real Buddha! No wonder it works! ”

"I want to donate a thousand taels of gold to mold the golden body of the Buddha!"

The pilgrims cheered excitedly, fell to their knees, and bowed to the Buddha statue Peng Peng with fanatical faces.

The monks in the hall also clasped their hands together and recited the words with a reverent face.

The white-eyed old monk also smiled and titheed at Guan Yunfeng:

"Donor, your heart is too angry, your anger is too deep, and you actually attack the Buddha's Dharma for no reason. But I, the Buddha, have mercy, as long as you let go of your attachments and worship with all your heart, the Buddha will forgive you for your mistakes and cross you from the sea of suffering......"

Guan Yunfeng snorted coldly, and suddenly with a flick of his sleeves, a gust of wind whistled out, instantly dividing into dozens of strands, surrounding the pilgrims in the hall, rolling them all out of the hall and sending them away.

When there was only a group of bald heads left in this hall, she pointed her sword again, pointing at the Buddha statue:

"I was afraid of hurting the innocent, so I only did half of my strength. This time, let's see if your broken Buddha statue can be stopped! ”

The East is different from the West.

On the eastern land, there is no trace of gods and Buddhas, and there are no gods and Buddhas who can manifest in the present world.

In the Eastern Territory, those who can "manifest" are either monks who pretend to be gods and ghosts, or they are evil demons in the outer realm!

Sure that there are ghosts in this Longyin Temple, and emptied the innocent pilgrims, Guan Yunfeng didn't leave his hand anymore, this point out, the dome of the main hall suddenly burst out, and a ten-zhang heavenly sword fell from the sky, the huge sword body was vertical to the ground, and the tip of the sword went straight through the top of the Buddha's head.

The Buddha statue once again bloomed with golden light and turned into a golden lotus.

But this time, under the Ten Zhang Heavenly Sword, the golden lotus collapsed almost at the touch of a button, and instantly pierced the giant sword.

After penetrating the golden lotus, the giant sword continued to gain momentum, and another breath pierced through the golden light, and with a bang, it penetrated into the top of the Buddha statue's skull, shattering the three-zhang Buddha statue step by step.

In the blink of an eye, the Buddha statue was shattered, and a black lotus seat appeared below the Buddha statue.

Under the rosette, there were a large number of unclothed female statues, whose limbs were entangled and prostrate under the lotus, holding up the rosette with their bodies. Although the posture is charming, the face is solemn, like a goddess.

Seeing this rosette, Guan Yunfeng's mind moved, and the ten-zhang heavenly sword dissipated his qi, but did not destroy this black lotus, and wanted to use this as a crop certificate.

And the white-eyed old monk changed his expression suddenly, and his kind eyebrows turned into hideous and gloomy in an instant, and he roared:

"This woman is an evil demon in the outer way, bad for my Dharma, this sin is unforgivable, monks, and I subdue demons!"

When the words fell, the old monk lifted his robe reluctantly, revealing his skinny upper body, but then, his thin body swelled rapidly like an inflatable body, and in the blink of an eye, he became a muscular monster with a height of more than two meters and four, covered with knotted muscles and flesh, skin like iron, and covered with black scales!

The monster's face was covered with black scales, its head was covered with large and small flesh bumps, its eyes were scarlet, and its nostrils continued to spew out thick black smoke that shimmered with sparks as it breathed.

Seeing this change, Guan Yunfeng raised her eyebrows slightly, and surprise appeared in her phoenix eyes.

Previously, in her perception, the white-eyed old monk was just a third-grade martial artist who had practiced a few hands of body forging kung fu, and after the transformation, his aura was actually rising, and his momentum was so strong at this time that he was no longer inferior to a four-grade martial artist.

This is not only the case with white-eyed old monks.

The other monks in the hall also ripped off their robes one after another, roared and transformed, and in a blink of an eye, they all turned into muscular monsters covered with black scales, with large and small flesh bumps on the top of their heads, their eyes scarlet as blood, fangs all over their mouths, and black smoke sparks erupting from their nostrils.

These muscular monsters are seven feet tall, and as tall as the monsters that the old monk has transformed, they are eight feet tall. Those with weak breath are not inferior to fifth-grade martial artists, and those who are strong have fourth-grade levels.

For a while, the hall of the Mahavira was full of black-scaled monsters.

The muscular monster transformed by the white-eyed old monk opened its fanged mouth and roared:

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Able to directly shock the lower third-grade martial artist to death, and shock the fourth-grade martial artist to a stunned violent lion roar, this muscular monster took one step, and between the steps, his huge feet covered with black scales broke through the mangshoe, and the ground burst into flames, and the entire hall also shook slightly.

With just this step, the muscle monster seemed to shrink into inches, and rushed in front of Guan Yunfeng with the rolling evil wind, raised its giant palm, and slammed into the top of Guan Yunfeng's head with a "big monument wrestler".

When the palm fell, the air exploded, exploding a milky white air wave visible to the naked eye, roaring out in all directions.

Guan Yunfeng frowned and muttered:

"You can still use the secret martial arts of Buddhism......"

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and his jade-like nails trembled, and there was a clear sword sound, and a snow-bright sword light burst out, penetrating the heart of the muscle monster like lightning.

The giant palm of the muscle monster had not yet touched Guan Yunfeng's bun, and the palm wind had only slightly stirred her hair, and her huge body had already flown out under the impact of the sword light.

While his body was still in the middle of flying, the sword light that penetrated his heart burst out, and in the blink of an eye, it twisted him into pieces, turned into pieces of flesh and blood, and threw him out.

The monster transformed by the white-eyed old monk is actually not weak.

Its strength and speed are comparable to the four grades of the great success, but also the secret martial arts of Buddhism, its body surface black scales, the skin under the scales is extremely strong, the skin is like an iron cloth shirt, the scales are like a golden bell cover, and other idle four-grade martial artists, if there is no divine weapon, a full blow with bare hands may not be able to break its skin scale armor.

But this kind of goods is not worth mentioning in front of Sister Guan, but it can be destroyed with a snap of a finger.

The white-eyed old monk was killed in seconds as soon as he looked at his face, but the other monsters in the hall were not only not afraid, but they roared and besieged from all directions, or cast palm methods, or punch methods, or leg methods, all of which used authentic Buddhism secret weapons.

"Sure enough, they are all Black Lotus minions!"

Guan Yunfeng snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and started killing.

……

Dotted fine pen space.

Under the little moon.

A giant cocoon that seemed to be condensed from flames was slowly pulsating like a heart, releasing a majestic spiritual pressure.

Under the gaze of Shen Lang, Xiaoya and the little demons.

The crimson cocoon snapped, and a crack opened from the bottom.

The fragments of the firefly shells that fell off turned into red particles of light and merged into the chaotic void around the space.

The space shook and began to expand again......

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