It's just that.

That Zhao San is a disciple of the Buddha Sect, since ancient times, the Buddha is one of the three pillars of their northwest region, Zhao San's sect, although it is only a tributary of the Buddha Sect, but, relying on such a big tree, how can it be a lack of resources to cultivate?

It is even less likely to be bewitched by the three major city lords!

"Haha, people die for money, birds die for food, Wei Chaodui, you must know more about this ideal than me!" When the gray-robed monk said this, his face was full of mockery.

In the sect.

He was deeply loved by his master, and he also learned some secrets of Blackwater City from his master's mouth.

According to Shizun.

The position of the city lord of Blackwater City is not a hereditary system, but like raising Gu, a powerful body is screened out from the thousands of people who have passed through the Bridge of Death.

And that body.

It is fought for by the souls of generations of city lords.

Winner!

King again!

The loser can only wait for the next few hundred years, until this body is completely unusable, and then he can start a good show! whereas

The current lord of Blackwater City.

I don't know which city lord it is occupied, but I can only know his current name: Wei Chaodui!

The city lord turned a blind eye to the ridicule in the gray-clothed monk's mouth, and said in a cold voice: "I don't care what benefits those three city lords have given you, you only need to remember one thing, I will kill anyone who is the enemy of my Wei Chaodui!" ”

"Haha!"

"City Lord, you are so arrogant, I can't reach the monk!"

"Amitabha!"

Speaking of this, the gray-clothed monk held a prayer bead, closed his eyes, and recited a Buddha name with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Zhao San, what do you want to do before you want to leave?" Looking at the gray-clothed monk in front of him, the city lord was expressionless and said in a deep voice, but when he spoke, his hand had already touched his waist.

Beneath the black robe.

A broken sword was hidden at his waist.

This is the Tianji Sword!

Gifted by the master of Tianji Pavilion thousands of years ago, he sharpened iron like mud and broke his hair.

A six-grade sword is enough to send the monk in front of him to meet the Buddha of their Buddhist sect.

"It is true that the old man does have a plan against the city lord, if the city lord can give it to the old man with his love, the old man will obediently retreat!"

"Even if you let me deal with those three city lords, it's not impossible!"

Glancing at the city lord's waist, the monk turned to smile and said, "Lord the city lord, if you use the Tianji Sword to deal with the old man, it will be a little whimsical!" ”

"Really?" The hoarse voice that came from the mouth of the city lord was full of mockery!

He didn't believe the monk's words.

In any case, the monk was always just a disciple of Buddhism, and if the old monk said this here, he would still believe it.

But.

A mere disciple.

He actually dared to ignore the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

Amusing!

"The city lord doesn't believe it?" The gray-clothed monk raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then closed his eyes, put his hands together, and a momentum suddenly emerged from his back.

Take a closer look.

The momentum emanated from a round of iron discs, the size of a palm, like a compass, but there was not a single text symbol on it, only ravines, like rotten wood like the marks of being eaten by moths.

Seeing this thing, the city lord's eyelids jumped, and after a while, he muttered: "Rakshasa Pan, that old thing will actually entrust this thing to you, is it possible that the old thing has passed away?" Otherwise, how could he be willing to give this treasure to you? ”

"The city lord laughed!"

At this time, the monk slowly opened his eyes, and there was a strange flame burning in the gray-brown pupils.

It's wonderful!

Noticing this scene, the city lord took a deep breath and no longer doubted the authenticity of the Rakshasa disc in front of him.

The Rakshasa Disc is the magic weapon of the fire attribute.

Like his Heavenly Machine Sword, it is also from the hand of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion Master, but this Rakshasa Disk is specialized in the Heavenly Machine Sword.

The Celestial Sword specializes in speed and ingenuity.

The Rakshasa disk, on the other hand, focuses on defense, once it is cast, it is like a tortoise shell, and it is almost difficult to break the same magic weapon, let alone the Heavenly Machine Sword, which is one order apart.

And after inheriting the Rakshasa disc.

The pupils of the eyes will also be infected with the flame attribute of the Rakshasa disk, which was the same as the old thing before!

I just can't figure it out.

How could that old thing be so generous and entrust such a treasure of the Zhenzong to Zhao San!

That old thing is stingy to be stingy.

But.

His eyes are not blind, and he can't tell the difference between good and evil, this Zhao San seems to be honest, but in fact he is ambitious, like a time bomb!

Suddenly!

As if thinking of something, the city lord's eyes suddenly widened, and he asked the monk, "What happened to your master?" ”

"The city lord's mind is really delicate!"

In the face of the city lord's words, the gray-clothed monk did not answer directly, but was full of admiration, and after admiring the city lord, he said quietly: "Master respects his old man, treats me very well, however, his thoughts do not match my door, the three city lords found me, no matter what they have in mind, however, the result is very good for our sect, don't respect his old man, presumably because he has been cultivating for too long, his mind is confused, and he actually rejected the three city lords!" ”

Speaking of which.

The gray-clothed monk lowered his head, sighed and shook his head, and practiced the Buddha horn twice, then slowly raised his head, and continued to the city lord with an expressionless face: "On the one hand, there is an opportunity for Buddhism to grow, and on the other hand, it is the love of master and apprentice, as a disciple of Buddhism, the city lord, although you are not a disciple of my Buddhism, but my master often mentions you, praising you for being very Zen, you put yourself in the shoes of the old man and think about it, in this situation, what choice will the old man make?" ”

I saw that his eyes suddenly focused, staring directly at the eyes of the city lord, and his eyes were full of interrogation.

"Humph!"

Turning his head, the city lord didn't answer, but said lightly: "So, for the sake of the opportunity for the growth of the Buddha Gate in your mouth, you committed such a beastly act as killing the master?" ”

The smile on the monk's face was even brighter,

"The one who raised me, the teacher!"

"Of course, the one who gave birth to me is also a Buddha!"

"The disciples of Buddhism, when they were ordained, they already knew that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"Master has taught me all his great ways!"

"Since even the disciples know this truth, presumably the old man also knows that under the Yellow Spring, his old man will definitely be able to reincarnate in peace!"

Hearing this, the city lord's emaciated cheeks turned blue.

He and Master Jin Chanzi, the relationship between the two has always been incompatible, but the reason for the disagreement is only related to personality.

But the two have surprisingly the same philosophy.

For so many years.

Even if every time they meet, the two will quarrel with red faces, but they already have a feeling of pity in their hearts.

Now the old man has been killed by his apprentice!

Hello, apprentice, still so stubborn and immortal!

Tell him how not to be angry!

However, in addition to anger, there is more sadness in my heart!