Chapter 126: Donor, Do you think the poor monk's gourd is beautiful?
The next moment, the smile on Ji Dian's face completely disappeared.
"Demons, dare to make trouble in the Buddha Gate!"
The mana around Fahai surged, and the mana surging around him like a tide and stretched endlessly, without showing any decline, even Ji Dian glanced at Fahai in surprise.
The mana is boundless, the sea cracks and the mountains collapse, there is really no wrong name in this world.
This monk's mana is also a little too powerful.
"Oops~"
At the moment when Fahai was about to rush out, Ji Dian's palms that seemed to have no strength lightly rested on Fahai's shoulders.
Fahei's momentum, which was already about to explode, suddenly dissipated like a deflated ball.
Fahai stared, and for the first time looked squarely at this sloppy little monk.
"When will it be your turn to meddle in the affairs of other people's temples. Ji Dian pulled Fahai and said a little speechlessly.
You rushed in directly, and you were not afraid that people would directly beat you up and throw you out, but I heard that the reputation of the three old guys in this temple outside is not good.
This time, when they come to smash the field, the three of them may just wait for us to make a mistake, and then directly rise from the mouth cannon to the level of violent resolution.
"Demons are a disaster to the world, and all demons should be killed!" Fahai said murderously.
Ji Dian......
The poor monk can see that this monk is a stunned young man.
Monsters should be killed?
Should the demon master Kunpeng be killed?
Kill!
Should the ten demon handsomes of the Ancient Heavenly Court be killed?
Kill!
Because these ancient demon clans, I don't know how many human races were slaughtered in ancient times, even in Beiju Luzhou
But is someone going to kill them?
Yes!
Then, Quan Teniang's was counter-killed!
These big guys, you, the little monk, are also going to kill demons?
You can pull it down, and a single sneeze can kill you 10,000 times.
The most important thing is that the rumored saint is also a demon clan.
Ji Dian looked at Fahai's bald head.
This head is real iron!
"Rest assured, this demon's breath poor monk has already remembered, as long asβ"
The next moment, Ji Dian looked at the Pure Land Temple with a hellish expression.
Breath β
Gone!
Completely gone!
In fact, at this moment, not only Ji Dian was calm, but the old monk of the Pure Land Temple was also stunned.
"Senior brother, senior brother, woe to you, that demon ...... Youkai are here again. β
Yuantong hurriedly walked to the main hall and said.
Those things more than ten years ago still seem to be vivid.
Yuantong feels that he is really sad these days.
The Pure Land Temple is also really full of disasters.
First, someone came to smash the field.
Thinking of this, Yuantong couldn't help but complain a little about his senior brother.
At the beginning, if he listened to the poor monk and let Xuanzang go to the other party to smash the field first, he would not have become so passive.
After all, it's a fight.
You must strike first to take advantage!
This would have been forgotten, but it would have been a big deal anyway, and it would have lost some face.
However, I don't know what nerves the emperor sucked when the emperor smoked, and there was a faint meaning in his tone that the Pure Land Temple was orthodox as Buddhism in the world.
Amitabha, although this is true.
Butβ
You don't know what you mean, and this makes Jodoji Temple immediately the center of all Buddhist temple struggles.
Lingyin Temple and Jinshan Temple were the first to come to do things.
However, he was not the first to do things.
These days, there have been many bald people with good cultivation near Chang'an City who have come to look for trouble.
What, why are these monks cultivated?
I'm sorry, but they don't dare to come if they don't cultivate.
The end result is naturally needless to say.
The three of his brothers didn't have to make a move, and the debate machine directly dealt with this group of guys.
"The Buddha said: panic!"
The old monk frowned and drank, and suddenly Yuantong fell silent.
"Isn't it just a group of people who want to step on our upper position, when the time comes, the three of us brothers will end up together, how can those little guys be our opponents. The old monk said with a smile.
The eyes, which were not small, instantly narrowed into a slit, and the wrinkles on the face like the texture of tree bark became deeper.
"Amitabha, but senior brother, are we doing this a little bit to bully the small, too much-"
It's shameless!
Yuantong didn't say this.
However, after being a senior brother for so many years, the old monk knew at a glance what the senior brother wanted to say.
"Amitabha, junior brother, you are in love, since the emperor said that we are the leaders of the Buddha's path, then we are the leaders of the Buddha's path!" The old monk said with deep meaning, and continued to speak without waiting for Yuantong to speak: "The four major monks are empty, so why care about the face or anything." β
Flexible......
Yuantong suddenly felt a mouthful of old phlegm blocked in his throat, unable to cough it out, and unable to swallow it.
Senior brother, you said that the four major members of the family are empty, and what kind of honor do you care about, why don't you just put it down?
"Is there anything else you have to say?"
The old monk said with a smile on his face.
This is probably the best thing that has happened to me during this time.
Since coming out of Xuanzang, he has been like being covered by a sunflower.
Walking and stepping on dog poop, looking up and being pooped by birds.
I almost choked on drinking water.
That's all, just as the sun was just rising.
Mother, it was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and I almost didn't kill the old man!
Amitabha, scared the old man to death!
Hurriedly came to the main hall in front of the Buddha to meditate and meditate.
Hey, that inexplicable bad luck is really suppressed.
At this moment, the old monk is thinking about why he was so unlucky during this time?
Could it be that Xuanzang is holding back some bad tricks?
Although I can't find the reason, the old monk just has such a feeling inexplicably, which may be the man's intuition!
In short, it's a ridiculous guess.
"As for the witch, the pink skull, let her be. β
The old monk shook his head.
I can't manage it, I can't manage this matter, and it won't pose any threat to the Pure Land Temple anyway.
"It's-"
Yuantong was entangled, and the old monk frowned.
"What kind of system is it, there is something to say!"
After suppressing the bad luck, the old monk felt that he should have won Xuanzang's move invisibly, and he was in a good mood.
"Well, someone came to challenge us at Pure Land Temple. β
Yuantong said with an ugly face.
"Come on, come on, can't you clean up these little characters?"
The old monk frowned.
"Senior brother, this person has a special identity and you know him. β
YTO was a little talkative and stopped.
"If you know the old man, you will know, no matter who dares to provoke the Pure Land Temple, then let him know the truth of the bloody disaster, acquaintance, it is the old nun of Jingci Nunnery who is here, what to do or how to do it!"
"Oh, yes, I haven't seen you for many years, but you're majestic~"
A female voice with endless anger came from behind her, causing the old monk's body to stiffen.
The voiceβ
Familiar!
"Amitabha Buddha's mouth, Shitai, you and your senior brother are slowly catching up, and the poor monk left first!"
As if fleeing, Yuantong hurriedly fled out of the main hall.
The other side.
looked at Xuanzang in a daze, she really didn't expect it.
This little monk would have taken a direct shot at himself, if he hadn't had a treasure on his body, maybe he might have been taken away directly.
Xuanzang put away the gourd expressionlessly.
"Amitabha, female benefactor, do you think the poor monk's gourd is beautiful?"
Xuanzang asked without any fluctuation on his face holding the golden gourd.
Young......
You were planning to accept me just now, right? !
Now you're pretending to me that nothing happened?
What about the face?
Where's the face!,
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