Baixiang Town, Huangfu

Weng and his son-in-law sat on the stone chair and staggered, especially Huang Qianhu was even more ecstatic when he learned the news that his daughter was pregnant.

Huang Qianhu pulled Chu Qianqiu to drink dozens of jars of wine in a row, and then he was ready to return happy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, Chu Qianqiu showed a solemn expression and told Huang Qianhu an amazing news.

"Qianqiu, you said that in your uncle's eyebrows, there is a hidden master?" Huang Qianhu looked at his son-in-law with some surprise.

"Yes, uncle."

"If I'm not mistaken, the ancestor used the "Heart Dream Ancient Sutra" to turn himself into a beautiful dream and live in his uncle's body."

"That's why my uncle will age prematurely, so that in terms of longevity, it is much less than other martial arts masters."

Chu Qianqiu nodded and said, which made Huang Qianhu suspicious, both of them were the top masters in the world, and drinking that little wine would not have any effect, but this news still made Huang Qianhu a little drunk.

"Qianqiu, you can't talk nonsense."

"If there was no ancestor, how could my uncle be where he is today?"

"Liu Dutong didn't see anything wrong."

"Uncle, I've advanced to my true body." Chu Qianqiu smiled, summoned the Jizo Bodhisattva, and let the Bodhisattva open the Buddha's eyes and perceive all the darkness, naturally including the dream demon hidden in the ancestral aperture of his father-in-law's eyebrows.

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

Huang Qianhu felt that he must have drunk too much.

I heard my son-in-law say that Xiaoxiao was pregnant, so I didn't have to worry about the conflict between the two couples, I was overjoyed, I drank too much wine, not to mention my ears, and even my eyes were not good

[My son-in-law is really not human. 】

[He's not human, he's really not human. 】

[At the age of sixteen, he became the peak of martial arts, this is the Taishang Laojun or the reincarnation of the Buddha. 】

Huang Qianhu was stunned in place, feeling that his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Uncle?" Chu Qianqiu stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his father-in-law's eyes.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Uncle fully cooperates with you." Huang Qianhu could only say this.

"That's a lot easier."

"Please uncle, open your eyebrows and heart and cooperate with my doppelganger."

Chu Qianqiu smiled and said, and immediately the true body of the Jizo Bodhisattva released a series of yellow Buddha light, and in mid-air, a small martial artist was condensed, and then it entered the center of Huang Qianhu's two eyebrows.

Martial artists can not only listen to the voices of sentient beings and play gods, but also be able to clone hundreds of millions, like Li Taixuan, use a clone to attack, even if it is sacrificed, it will not cause much impact.

What's even more wonderful is that the warrior's control of the divine soul is more refined.

For example, the Zen master who does not sleep can directly leave his own spiritual imprint on the Buddha statue, which is actually equivalent to a small doppelganger, so that there is no need for skilled craftsmen to carefully design the treasure soldiers and then engrave the spiritual imprint.

Although it is not as solid as the treasure soldier, it is also a strange thing.

It can be described as a large amount of fullness, which is very suitable for the use of big people to their subordinates.

For example, the Huanxi Buddha statue hidden in Yihong Courtyard is essentially a doppelganger of a Zen master who never sleeps, and Xie Yuemei, a true disciple of the Hehuan Sect, can activate the Buddha statue to make the girl in Yihong Courtyard feel desperate, and even commit suicide and so on.

This kind of powerful doppelganger ability, if you make an inappropriate analogy, it is equivalent to a hair on Sun Wukong's body, pick it up and blow it, you can conjure up a Monkey King, and use it to destroy the enemy.

It's just that in terms of ability, a large number of clones are very weak and can't be as powerful as Monkey King.

For example, like the doppelganger of the Nightless Zen Master, Chu Qianqiu can pinch it to death when he releases his spiritual power in the late congenital stage, which is essentially bullying children.

And now that Chu Qianqiu has come to deal with the ancestor, he is naturally handy.

Big has big benefits, and small has small benefits.

The small Jizo Bodhisattva walked in the ancestral aperture of his father-in-law's eyebrows, like a fish swimming into the sea, and soon found the spiritual imprint lurking in the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows - the dream-eating tapir.

For Chu Qianqiu in the past, he could only use the Buddha's light to wake up the Dream Eater Tapir, or send the Light King Buddha to seal it directly.

These methods may damage the Dream Eater Tapir itself and make the strength of the father-in-law decline.

To do it, you have to be perfect.

Now Chu Qianqiu can already carry out more detailed micro-exercises, and he sent the small Jizo Bodhisattva to take out the divine soul of the ancestor who was lodged on the dream-eating tapir and directly catch it!

Jizo Soul Sutra - Rescue Suffering!

"Who!"

"Who is disturbing my sweet dreams!" Wan Chengren was still dreaming of reviving the Palace of Hatred, but he didn't expect to be directly arrested by his apprentice.

He was about to be furious.

Heart Dream Ancient Sutra - Reversing the Red Dust!

But this time it's different.

Dreams are rootless water, and Chu Qianqiu sent the small Jizo Bodhisattva to separate it from the Dream Eater Tapir, so that it could no longer use the spirit of his father-in-law to burn the Dream Eater Tapir and launch a deadly raid.

"It's Jizo Bodhisattva, you're from Maha Temple!"

Wan Chengren fell into a state of despair, a despair that had never been seen in the past.

Even if he turns into a ghost, he needs to have a divine soul to help, and now he is just a wisp of ghost, and he can't get angry if he wants to.

"Hate! Hate! Hate! ”

Wan Chengren let out a long roar, ready to fight to the death, but heard Chu Qianqiu's sigh leisurely.

"Ancestor, I am a disciple grandson, and I am also the inheritor of the Lihate Palace."

"We've managed to sneak into the Maha Temple."

"We won."

Chu Qianqiu asked the Light King Buddha to dispel the darkness and let the Jizo Bodhisattva regain his senses, and the originally terrifying ghost was also stunned at this time.

Apprentices?

We won?

"Master, Qianqiu is indeed a disciple of the Hate Palace."

"He also cultivated the Ice Spirit Sutra."

"I'm waiting this time to save Master from his dream."

Huang Qianhu also woke up at this time, he was also such a treacherous character, and a conspiracy immediately appeared in his mind.

In the same way that Xiao Taizu deceived Xiao Xuanwu, he made up a story about a disciple of the Lihate Palace who infiltrated the Maha Temple to find the Book of Lihate Heaven.

"Now that Qianqiu has become an important disciple of the Maha Temple, he has cultivated the "Jizo Crossing Soul Sutra", and he is expected to come into contact with the "Book of Hatred from Heaven" in the future."

"This is true, you can't deceive the old man!" Wan Chengren suddenly burst into tears, but he was afraid that he would be deceived.

"How can we deceive the patriarch?"

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely retrieve the Book of Hatred."

Chu Qianqiu hurriedly patted his chest and promised.

Anyway, this Heavenly Book is also a divine weapon, and he really wants it.

This made Wan Chengren stand on the spot, he no longer had the ability to resist, instead of leaving the world with remorse, it was better to have another sweet dream.

"That's it, that's it, the old man's dream should also wake up."

"If you can obtain the Book of Hatred, you will definitely rebuild the Palace of Hatred."

"Patriarch and slow."

"I still have a treasure soldier here, maybe I can let the ancestor stay for a few more years."

After Chu Qianqiu finished speaking, he hurriedly took out a [Houde Carrying Sword], although the ancestor only had a wisp of ghost soul left, he might not have a lot of good things in his stomach.

Chu Qianqiu is a guy who plucks the feathers of a goose, how can he let his ancestor become a Buddha with peace of mind.

Of course, it's to be locked up, to be an old grandfather, and to be squeezed.

"This is a treasure."

"How can the old man compare to such a treasure?" Wan Chengren had regained his senses and said in disbelief.

"Compared with the safety of the ancestor, what is a treasure soldier?"

"What's more, I'm about to go to the King Kong Temple in Fengzhou to find the inheritor of the Lihate Palace."

"The patriarch may wish to go with him, so as to contact the inheritor."

Chu Qianqiu had already made a plan, even if it was a ghost, he could sell it for a good price.

"Good apprentice!" Wan Chengren was overjoyed in his heart, and he didn't notice the sinister intentions of his disciple at all, so he hurriedly agreed.

Patriarch, you are so staying.

The good disciple Sun will definitely squeeze you to the core.

Truly, abruptly!

Even if Chu Qianqiu became a powerhouse at the peak of martial arts, he still never changed.