After pulling his mind out of the doppelganger, Bao Hua saw the three little guys on the other side who couldn't help but show worry. He is old, he has no ambitions, he is old, and he has many problems with old people, that is, he likes these young children.

It just so happens that the three little guys in front of him are still in their Buddhist cultivation, so it's even more likable.

"You three little ones, aren't you worried now?"

King Ming is still the same two or three-year-old child, he floats in mid-air, even in the face of this most famous predecessor in Buddhism, there is still a trace of arrogance in his eyebrows.

He was born like this, even in the face of the Phoenix Clan, he couldn't grovel. Baohua is an old monk who has lived for an unknown number of years, so naturally he will not be like a junior at this time. What's more, he thinks this kind of King Ming is quite cute.

"I just don't want to see the monks of the Quansheng Yuan Great World like their brains have been kicked by a donkey, and they can't even tell the difference between black and white in a simple matter. Oh, when I think about it, I feel so sorry that I'm in the same world as them."

"Uncle Shi, why are you so pitiful?"

Hui Xing is an honest little monk, the previous changes in his past life and this life did not have any impact on him, he is still the simple, kind and lovely little monk Hui Xing. At this time, I felt that I didn't understand well, so I was ashamed to ask.

It's just that he got two big eyes from his uncle and ancestor.

"Because I feel like I'm going to suffocate myself to be in the same world as these idiots!"

"But Uncle Shi, don't you need to breathe to survive? As long as you have spiritual power, it's enough......

Seeing that Uncle Shi's expression was getting more and more ugly, Ming An immediately covered the mouth of the little junior brother. If the little junior brother continues to talk like this, Uncle Shi is estimated to be beating. Moreover, this Baohua Taishi Ancestor, who looks smiling, is not such a gentle person on the surface.

For the sake of his little brother's life, Ming An wittily changed the topic.

"Taishi Ancestor, do you say that Yong'an Daoyou is safe now?"

"Hehehe, no one can say for sure. It can only be said that everything depends only on the will of God. If Providence is in her, she can live, and if Providence is not in her, she cannot live. Amitabha, everything is providential, oh hehehe......

Do not understand.

The little monk Huixing and his uncle glanced at each other, and they both saw the blankness in each other's eyes. It was Ming An, this clever little monk seemed to understand something, showed a thoughtful look, and then nodded.

"Thank you, Ancestor. Yongan Daoyouji has her own natural appearance, and I believe she will have a safe journey."

"Hehehehe, little monk, you talk very interestingly, I like it very much......

Just when Bao Hua wanted to say a few more words to this little monk who rarely met his heart, there was a sudden sound of gold weapons clashing in front of him, and Bao Hua, who was originally sitting on the ground with a smile, paused, and then slowly stood up from the ground and sighed.

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't have the strength to say a few words to the juniors, it's really frustrating."

As BAUER progressed, the scene ahead came into view. The four of them had just sat in a tent, when they opened the tent and walked out, and what greeted them was a scene filled with yellow sand. Further on, there is a cliff.

The Baohua monk stood on the cliff, his golden and red robe was so small between heaven and earth, but when he reached out and held the Zen staff on the ground, he was the most dazzling one between heaven and earth.

"Little guy Huixing, you just stay in the tent and don't move, King Ming'an, you two come with me, you are not young, and you can also learn this method of transformation."

King Ming floated in mid-air, looking at the layers of dense demonic beasts under the cliff, revealing a smile of extreme excitement.

The method of degree? He thinks it's a way to kill! But no matter what it's called, it can't stop him from killing all sides here and advancing continuously!

However, Ming'an showed a sad smile and bowed his head and said yes. It's just that the expression on that face, how to look at it, how it is very similar to Baohua.

observe

At this point, Bao Hua showed a relieved smile, and then gently nodded at the demons below who were already hiding behind the group of demonic beasts.

"You see, there are a few benefactors there waiting for us to do it. Do you two want to come with me?"

"I can't wait!"

"Obey the teachings of the Great Master."

The little monk Huixing, who was standing behind them, saw the three elders jump off the cliff with one leap, and then the overwhelming group of demonic beasts exploded one after another with blood flowers. In the earth-shattering screams, I heard the gentle and compassionate voice of the ancestor of Baohua Tai.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, what are you running for? The poor monk is not a bad person, the poor monk just wants to ask, you have been in frequent changes recently, do you think the poor monk is dead?"

"Ahhh Damn monk! Why are you so ghostly?!"

"Amitabha, the donor is really sad for the poor monk, the poor monk still thinks that we have been together for so long, and we have feelings for each other, even if we don't want to take refuge in Buddhism, we won't shout and kill as soon as we meet, right? I didn't expect you to sneak attack?! Sneak attacks are not a good habit, they will be killed by others, look, aren't you dead?"

"It's that damn crazy monk again, he killed the third child, damn it! Why didn't he die? It was like this a thousand years ago, and it hasn't changed at all."

"Alas, Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. No, no, no, the donor's words are not right, how can there be no movement at all, look at the poor monk's side, aren't there two more capable juniors? After the poor monks sit down, they may hope to inherit the mantle of the poor monks and continue to transform their benefactors."

「…… Fuck your fart! Is there anyone like you? Let's all go together, or we'll all die today!"

"Ahh

The Baohua monk showed a sad expression, and the nine gold rings hanging from the Zen staff in his hand collided with each other, making a pleasant sound. It's just a few drops of blood hanging on it, but it shows its extraordinary.

Just when the monk was about to say something, he suddenly realized something and turned back to ask King Ming.

"Little guy, is that little girl Yong'an's spiritual weapon a golden sword?"

"Huh?"

Even King Ming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment at this time, he looked at the Baohua Uncle who was eager to learn, and then at the demons who were close but couldn't get close, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Indeed, it is a golden sword with a golden brilliance, and it is rare that it is very compatible with Yongan Daoyou."

"Gee, that's really desirable. I don't know when I'll be able to see this little Taoist friend......

"Bald donkey, you are so deceitful!"

The few ignored demons let out angry screams. In the middle of the battle, they can still be distracted in the bright light, which is really underestimating them. The Baohua monk patted his bald head, very ashamed.

"Look at my memory, I have forgotten all the benefactors. Don't worry, this benefactor, the poor monk will come to save you......

「…… Suffer!"

"Ahh

"Saving ......"

Listening to the incessant screams, Comet shivered, then closed his eyes, and concentrated on tapping the wooden fish in front of him, reciting the death spell in his mouth. It's just that his thoughts can't help but drift to the Yongan seniors who don't know where they are at this time.

Amitabha, Yong'an senior, you must be safe......