"Senior brother, don't be suspicious. ”

Zen Master Wu Du pointed to the cave that was opened up and said: "Hurry up and clean up the cave, if this divine bird comes, the poor monk will overtake it on the spot today...... Hmm, junior brother, what kind of expression do you have?"

Just when Zen Master Wu Du wondered why the junior disciple who didn't have a straight hippie smile on weekdays would open his mouth so wide and his eyes were so round, he suddenly felt that the sky seemed to be darkening.

Zen Master Wu Du instinctively raised his head, only to see that the pouring rain was falling towards his big bald head.

"Senior brother, run!"

The frightened roar of the treasure tree sounded in his ears, and the Wu Du Zen Master saw that there was a heavy rain on the top of his head, but a huge divine bird, saliva dripping from his mouth.

"My life is at stake!"

Zen Master Wu Du was so shocked that he didn't have time to dodge.

Fortunately, the Living Buddha of Baoshu reacted in time, took out the brush made of body hair, and threw it into the distance.

Although the Divine Bird is huge and powerful, its brain does not seem to be very bright.

Caught by the brush, it flapped its wings and pecked at it.

As soon as the giant bird flapped its wings, it covered the sky and the sun, and the fierce wind almost blew the Wu Du Zen Master away.

Fortunately, he was stuck in place by the giant bird's saliva.

"Senior brother, bear with me!"

Baoshu hurriedly carried the fire, and two fireballs flew towards Zen Master Wudu, burning the saliva on his body.

"I ...... Why don't you use the wind to kill the poor monks!"

Wu Du wanted to curse, but the scene in front of him made him lose his mind.

I saw that the beak of the giant bird touched the earth, the earth flew, and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

The boulders of the mountain, which seemed to be strong in the eyes of Udu and Baoshu, were shaken and crooked by the beak of the bird.

Pecking at a mouthful of strange hair, the giant bird was visibly more and more angry, and it turned its head and stared at Wu Du and Bao Shu.

"Senior brother, go and surpass it!" the Baoshu Living Buddha gave the senior brother a look of "I'm optimistic about you", and then hurriedly ran away.

"The Buddha is destined for people, this giant bird is neither a human being, nor is it related to poor monks, it can't be saved, it can't be saved!"

Where did the Wu Du Zen Master dare to pretend to be forced, and hurriedly ran away with his junior brother.

Pity the two monks, who have worked hard to ascend, and have not enjoyed any blessings in the past ten years, and they have not even learned to ride the clouds, so they can only use their superficial light skills to drill into the cracks of the stones.

After all, ten years, if it is placed in the Nether Realm and used to practice martial arts and cultivate the truth, it is not a short time.

can be placed in the fairy world, and it takes ten years to cultivate immortals, which is really not even enlightened.

It took 100,000 years for Hongjun Dao people to have that immortal ancestor style.

At this time, the Wu Du Zen master is far from being able to compare.

Of course, this is not to say that all those who come after it will have to spend more than 100,000 years to reach the heights of today.

After all, the first person to eat crabs is always the hardest.

In the past 100,000 years, Hongjun has been in the Heavenly Dao of the upper body and cultivating the immortal fetus, and he has really taken a lot of detours.

Latecomers, if they can get his guidance, they will have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

It's a pity that today's Wu Du Zen Master has no one to guide him, and his cultivation is completely in the state of Xia Ji's eight cultivations.

But the crooked beating is right, as he said, digging a hole with his bare hands is indeed in line with the way of heaven.

The great generation of grandmaster Wu Tian once said: "Do a good job, study hard, play well, eat well, and rest well, this is the cultivation of Guixian Liu." ”

Now, after finishing the practice of digging holes, Zen Master Wu Du and Baoshu Living Buddha have embarked on a fugitive life of being chased and killed by terrifying giant chickens every day.

This, in fact, is also a kind of practice.

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Although the rooster soup is light and oily, it does have a different flavor than the hen soup.

It's just that there is a lack of old ginseng, Zhang Zifan always felt that it was not beautiful, and protested to the gang.

Although there are small regrets, but overall, this dining experience is still very good.

Zhang Zifan and the lame old man ate chicken with old wine and spent a comfortable noon.

One old and one young have eaten and drunk too much.

Go out for a walk to sober up and drink.

Zhang Zifan returned to his residence with a full burp.

"Huh?"

Zhang Zifan saw a piece of paper pasted on the door, stepped forward, frowned at the glimmer of the sunset, and saw that it was written:

"Brother Fanzi:

I'm coming to OX today, unfortunately you're not in X, Xiao O had to send a big OX, a small OO, not XX!"

Such an ugly word, no need to guess, Zhang Zifan knew that it was written by Wang Fugui.

This guy is illiterate, he doesn't know a few big characters, but he loves vassal elegance, and after he has a bit of status, he becomes more and more fond of dancing and writing.

Fortunately, Zhang Zifan is a smart person and understands the letter at a glance.

It turned out to be a gift for myself.

This Xiao Wang is really, how can he write on the door so openly when he gives a gift to the leader?

Isn't this a blockage for leaders?

Fortunately, this dog planing words and OOXX throughout the text are incomprehensible to ordinary people, otherwise it will affect their image of being upright and majestic.

Speaking of which, this point is also one of Zhang Zifan's recent troubles.

People, once you have the burden of idols, if you want to put it down again, it will be difficult.

As a successful example from the grassroots to the gold collar, Zhang Zifan is now a legend in the minds of the entire Baihemen outer disciples, that is, the inner disciples, when they see him, they have to respectfully shout "Priest Zhang is good".

Zhang Zifan knew that he was no longer the carefree chicken boy, and he could no longer eat his own chickens unscrupulously.

Now he can only feed on those tributes, that is, those soulless delicacies of the mountains and seas, and even the chicken is not as fragrant as before.

With a slurp, he stretched out his tongue to lick the greasy off his lips, Zhang Zifan took off the note, pushed the door and returned to his small courtyard.

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