Compared with other sects of practice, Buddhism is a rising star, but it has developed quite rapidly, and it has always been a behemoth in both the secular and spiritual worlds.

No matter what the usual conflict of ideas, in the final analysis, it is still the family to talk about their own affairs behind closed doors, and once they encounter foreign affairs, it is necessary to be consistent with the outside world.

The original monk warned, and the world's Buddhism shook!

Song Shushu has been immersed in getting rich in Ganxi Village, and he doesn't know his reputation in Ganxi Village.

From the day he took office in Ganxi Village, he was recognized by the Golden Dragon King and served as a ladyboy communication envoy, and he was registered in the cultivation world.

Later, he clashed with Luo Kun, Ye Nan and other cultivators, and even raised the rank again and again.

By the time Song Shushu appeared, Hu Li came to her aunt, which shook the entire cultivation world, and he had already become a household name.

Later, when he participated in the communication conference, if it weren't for the fact that Lao Shuai was faster than Fu Yuming, he would have been snatched away as a breeding pig by whom.

The news that Song Shushu wanted to hit Penglai Buddhism and Xitu Bliss spread all over Buddhism in an instant, this is no longer a matter of whether Buddhism is shaking or not, but a question of whether Buddhism can still have the face to survive anymore.

If Penglai is really picked by Song Shushu, the Buddhism will simply break up and get a fart, and he can't even keep his nest, and he will return the door with chicken feathers.

Song Shushu is born with Dapeng wings, the road is surging, thousands of miles in an instant, just crossed the mountain into the plain, a Longjiang Temple located on the edge of the river, the light of the Buddha rises, and a black dragon roars up.

In the courtyard of Longjiang Temple, dozens of monks who have cultivated to be extraordinary sit on the ground, their hands folded, and a Diamond Sutra is recited throughout the world.

And this black dragon rose from their bodies and pounced on Song Shushu with teeth and claws.

Song Shushu snorted, he didn't care at all, a little black dragon was not qualified to shout in front of him at all, he was a man who called the Golden Dragon King a brother, and he was the man that the Dragon Demon admired the most.

On his waist, the golden dragon whisker was infused with Dao Yun, and with a flash of golden light, the dragon whisker Chang Le pulled out fiercely.

There was an explosion in the air, the hideous black dragon let out a long roar, the upper half of the dragon's body was pumped back up, and the monks in the temple spurted a mouthful of blood into the sky.

Immediately after, the golden dragon whip turned into a golden dragon and entangled itself in the black dragon's body.

The black dragon struggled and roared, and after a moment it grew smaller and smaller, until at last it became the size of a small snake.

"Master Song, do you want to kill them all!" In Longjiang Temple, an old monk with white beard and blood, looking up at Song Shushu in the air, shouted loudly.

"So what, you bite me!" Song Shushu roared murderously.

The old monk had a sad face, the Zen staff in his hand was slammed, the black dragon smoke in the air disappeared, and the monks in the entire Longjiang Temple fell to the ground softly, almost fainting one by one.

Song Shushu flashed golden light under his ribs, and went away in the air, when he left, the old monk also breathed a sigh of relief, and those wilted monks also came to life in an instant, all of them were palpitating, fortunately, this little Song village chief was kind-hearted......

Before this thought was finished, a milky white long stick came through the air and swept towards Longjiang Temple.

The monks in the temple screamed and jumped up to dodge, and the long stick turned into a thickness of several zhang, sweeping the entire Longjiang Temple, directly sweeping the temple into ruins!

The white-bearded old monk jumped to his feet and shouted: "The surname Song dares to destroy my Longjiang Temple, my Buddha King Kong will not give up with you!"

The old monk threatened and roared weakly, the whole person fell into despair, Longjiang Temple was destroyed, and the Tianlong Array that a group of practicing monks relied on to survive no longer existed.

I heard that Song Shushu in Ganxi Village brought back a large number of Dao Yun, or he could succeed him.

Looking at the direction of Song Shushu's departure, the old monk can only sigh heavily, and the time is also fate!

Song Shushu trail to the East China Sea, across the sea, on a small peninsula along the coast, stands a golden Buddha tens of meters high, the incense is vigorous, and the pilgrims are continuous.

When Song Shushu appeared in the East China Sea, the big Buddha made a soft buzzing sound, and a wave of faint Buddha light swept around, and the ordinary people in the line of sight were confused and fell into a daze.

The eyes of the golden-bodied Buddha turned and stared at Song Shushu who came across the sea, the Buddha got up, put one palm in front of him, and slapped Song Shushu on the head with one palm.

A demonic force is like a long rainbow running through the sun, coming out of the air and submerging into Song Shushu's body.

A fierce intent also rose from his chest, and the sycamore stick in his hand produced a feeling like an arm making a finger, which was borrowed by Lao Hou from the demonic power.

Song Shushu roared, the sycamore stick flicked, the phoenix fire on the stick rose up, the blazing fire dyed half of the sky, at noon, but the sky was full of light.

Song Shushu and the people were united in one stick, and they hit the palm of this giant Buddha headlong.

The muffled sound of the bang shook the sea surface and the sea water, and from time to time huge craters up to 100 meters deep appeared.

Song Shushu instantly broke the Buddha's palm, dragged the stick and jumped onto the body of the big Buddha, the sycamore stick turned into a human waist like a rough air, and stabbed down heavily along the top door of the big Buddha, and directly stabbed the big Buddha through it.

The power of the Buddha and the power of the incense that maintained the operation of the Buddha gushed out along the big hole that was poked out by Song Shushu.

The light in the eyes of the big Buddha disappeared, and he slowly sat on the lotus platform again.

With the overflow of the power of Buddha and incense, ordinary people in a radius of more than 100 kilometers have been cured of diseases and strengthened without diseases, which has become a miraculous legend.

Whether it was Longjiang Temple or the Peninsula Buddha, they could not stop Song Shushu's footsteps, and the feather of Dapeng let him approach Penglai Island in Xitu Bliss at a very fast speed.

"When ......"

With a metallic trembling sound, Song Shushu's castration paused, the golden wings on his side flashed, floating in the air, and the stick stood on his side, borrowing another demonic force.

The demon power of Demon Shujie broke through the sky, and a pair of eyes flashed, seeing through the void and reaching the truth.

In the air, an unsheathed and unsheathed long sword was suspended in the air, and it stopped in front of Song Shushu with its sword body horizontally.

"Shushan Sword Immortal?" Song Shushu shouted in a deep voice, when the Demon Yuan Realm, the old Sword Immortal was hit hard and did not die, and the majesty of the sword splitting the sky was seen with his own eyes, but it was a pity that it was useless for the Upper Void Xenomorph, and it was very powerful when it was used in the nest.

"In any case, there must be an explanation for the loss of Buddhism, and Hu Li did not suffer, just temporarily stayed in the Western Land Bliss and returned face, why should Xiao Song be more serious!"

"No, Hu Li is my woman, no one is allowed to bully her!" Song Shushu said coldly, "Don't talk about the Sword Immortal Dao Ancestor, even if the demon Jie An was born, it is not easy to do it!"

"I was entrusted by Buddhism to be a middle-aged person, and how about asking the village chief of Xiao Song to give me a face?" With the gentle words, an elegant middle-aged man emerged, belonging to the kind of person who has a good impression of the thief at a glance.

Song Shushu's sycamore stick slapped his palm, and said lightly: "I won't give the face of the old sword immortal of Shushan, how old are you?"