As soon as the words of the evil living Buddha came out, the Great Compassion Zen Master and Nan Mingzi were stunned again, since entering the Jiuqu Cave Heaven, everyone was led by the nose of the evil living Buddha, and he was a senior to the white-clothed scribe before, and now he said that he was not the Great Sage of Pingshan, and he didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd.

Only the Shenyue Fairy didn't feel strange, but nodded: "It's really not like the Pingshan Great Sage described in the mouth of the Dragon King. ”

He Weiji and Zhang Qiuchi behind the boulder in the distance were also confused, one will be and one will not, who is the white-clothed scribe?

The evil living Buddha said with a smile: "The great wisdom monk has a habit of never empty-handed as a guest, and often hand-written Buddhist scriptures are sent to each other. With the status of the Great Sage of Hirayama, can't he still afford to accept the scriptures given by the Great Wisdom Monk? Even if the Great Wisdom Monk comes empty-handed, the Great Sage of Hirayama will not even know the habit of the Great Monk, right?"

The white-clothed scribe's face was gloomy, and he shouted loudly, "Unruly?"

Wu Unruly smiled bitterly at He Weiji and Zhang Qiuchi, and flew out as a black wind in the latter's surprised eyes. The next moment he appeared beside the white-clothed scribe with a respectful expression.

"Master, what's the matter with calling the old slave. ”

"This must be a vulture, right? Disrespectful and disrespectful. "When the evil living Buddha saw Wu Unruly, he became polite.

Wu was stunned: "Fat monk, do you know me?"

"The Great Sage of Pingshan sat down with Xuan Biao Ancestor, but the notes are thick and heavy, how dare you not know?"

Don't look at Wu Buji's previous reliance on the old man and selling the old in front of He Weiji, but in front of the white-clothed scribe and the evil living Buddha, the Shenyue Fairy and others, he became modest: "Don't dare, I haven't dared to live for tens of thousands of years, and now I'm just a virtual demon king, how can I have a face called 'Ancestor'?"

The white-clothed scribe had a calm face and asked Wu Buji, "What's the matter with the Buddhist scriptures that the fat monk said?"

Wu Buru's face was a little embarrassed: "Master, this ...... At that time, the Great Wisdom Monk did leave something behind......"

"Where's the stuff?"

Wu Unruly took out a pouch from his arrogance and handed it to the white-clothed scribe. The white-clothed scribe took the bag and asked, "Isn't it a Buddhist scripture?"

"Back to the master, the Great Wisdom Monk only left this bag that day, and the old slave never opened it. ”

The white-clothed scribe didn't say anything more, and opened the bag himself to look at it.

At this time, Nan Mingzi asked leisurely: "Evil Living Buddha, shouldn't you give us an explanation?" Shenyue Fairy also echoed: "I said earlier that he was not the Great Sage of Pingshan, and now I say that this demon king is a servant of the Great Sage of Pingshan, monk, are you playing with us?"

"Hahahaha, the two of you have been practicing for so many years, how can you not even figure out this little thing?" The Evil Living Buddha smiled, "Xuan Biao Ancestor is true, and it is also true that the Pingshan Great Sage sits down the Demon King, but who said that the owner of Xuan Biao Ancestor must be the Pingshan Great Sage?"

"Talking nonsense, can the demon servant still serve the second master?" Nan Mingzi sneered.

"Of course, you can't serve the two masters, but what if the first master has passed away, what if you serve the second master?"

"You mean ......"

"The head of Nanming is a smart person. The Evil Living Buddha said, "Actually, what the Shenyue Fairy said from the beginning was right, the Pingshan Great Sage did fail to survive the tribulation before the Three Tribulations, and he is no longer in the world. This white-clothed scribe is certainly not the Great Sage of Hirayama. ”

As he spoke, the white-clothed scribe had already taken out a sutra book from his bag, and just turned a page lightly, and a golden light shot out from the page, and a sound of Sanskrit sound floated out with the golden light, surrounding everyone's ears.

"Nirvana Prajna Sutra! It's Nirvana Prajna Sutra!" The evil living Buddha, who had always been full of smiles and joy and anger, lost his temper after hearing a few words.

The Great Compassion Zen Master was also moved: "Amitabha, the disciple has practiced hard for thousands of years, and he can actually hear this classic here!"

Shenyue Fairy and Nan Mingzi are not from Buddhism, and they can't fully understand the state of mind of the evil living Buddha and the Great Compassion Zen Master at this moment, but the two of them can see the treasure of the scriptures and books, and they also know the weight of this thing.

The next moment, the white-clothed scribe closed the scripture and raised it high to the evil living Buddha and said, "This is what you want?"

"But look for it. "The evil living Buddha doesn't talk nonsense.

But the white-clothed scribe put the scriptures back into the bag, and put the bag into his bosom, and although he was speechless, his meaning was clear.

The face of the evil living Buddha sank, "Although you are not the great sage of Pingshan, but you are also a demon clan, this Buddhist scripture is an opportunity for a poor monk to cross the catastrophe, and you are just a pile of waste paper." ”

The white-clothed scribe shook his head with a smile: "Who said that the demon clan can't practice Buddhism? Before the Five Tribulations, there were black bears in the 100,000 mountains who were enlightened by the great virtues of Buddhism, and they practiced for thousands of years to achieve wonderful enlightenment fruits, and they were called the Seven Treasures Master, of course, you don't know it today." ”

The Evil Living Buddha pondered for a long time, and then said, "What do you want?" The white-clothed scribe said, "There is no need for anything else, just exchange the note you found in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Kurong Temple." ”

"No way. The evil living Buddha refused.

"Then there is no need to say more. Uninhibited, send-off!"

"If you are the Great Sage of Pingshan, the poor monk can leave immediately, there is no other thing to say - but you are not. The Evil Living Buddha sneered, and a majestic momentum spread from his body.

"Evil Living Buddha, you are crazy!" Nan Mingzi saw that he had the intention of doing something, and hurriedly shouted to stop.

"Hehe, what are you afraid of?" The Evil Living Buddha glanced back at the other three people worriedly, "You have cultivated for thousands of years, the respect of the earth immortals, are you still afraid of him as a fake Pingshan Great Sage?"

Everyone still hesitated, but the white-clothed scribe on the opposite side was not idle, and when he saw that the evil living Buddha had the heart to use force, he immediately pinched the trick with both hands, and bursts of vitality surged.

"Haha, what a great sage of Pingshan, it turns out that you are just a little sage!" The white-clothed scribe didn't make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he let the evil living Buddha see his bottom, and immediately laughed, and slapped it towards the white-clothed scribe with a palm.

"The mountains are out, the qi is rising, and the cumulus clouds are changing!" the white-clothed scribe gave an order, and the clouds rose in the air, gathered in front of him, and turned into a long shuttle hole and shot out. The Evil Living Buddha slapped the long shuttle with a palm, but the clouds dispersed and reunited, and turned into a big axe to cut at him.

"Haha, carving insect skills!" The evil living Buddha laughed, and turned into tens of millions in a flash, everywhere in all directions, it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. The white-clothed scribe was not surprised, he still changed his technique, and then started the second style: "Heaven and earth are constant, and the clouds change!" Thousands of clouds surged from the sea of clouds, flowed to the top of the mountain, and formed a net of heaven and earth under the command of the white-clothed scribe's technique, covering all the doppelgangers of the evil living Buddha.

"Interesting, interesting. The evil living Buddha actually showed some appreciation, his five fingers opened, and the hand of the Buddha through the sky suddenly appeared from the void, and he tore open the cloud net. "Is there any change?"

"The universe is repeated, the rivers and seas are upside down, and the clouds are changing!" The cloud and air nets instantly surged up and down, and the entire sea of clouds seemed to be boiled by someone, the wind was upside down, the clouds were churning, and countless clouds rose up to the sky, crushing the doppelganger of the evil living Buddha. Before the evil living Buddha could change his moves, the white-clothed scribe's trick changed again: "The burning wheel screams, Ji Bo roars, and the angry clouds change!" In an instant, the wind and clouds changed drastically, and layers of clouds and mist rotated around the top of the mountain, and for a time the mountain shook and the ground shook, flying sand and rocks. He Weiji and Zhang Qiuchi, who were behind the boulder in the distance, could only hold on to the boulder in front of them tightly at this moment to stabilize their bodies and not be blown away, and the unruly beside the white-clothed scribe also stumbled in the wind. The doppelganger of the evil living Buddha was also blown to pieces in the raging wind.

The Evil Living Buddha himself laughed heartlessly in the wind, "Hahahaha, although your realm is not high, this method is not simple, but you have a name?"

"There is a name, it is called the six changes of floating clouds!" the white-clothed scribe pressed with one hand, and the endless wind and clouds pressed down on the head of the evil living Buddha, like a giant fighting force on top of him, rushing and roaring down.

"If that's all you have, you can't help the poor monk. ”

The evil living Buddha pointed to the sky and the ground with one hand, and suddenly there was silence in all directions, and the wind stopped and the clouds stopped.

When the Buddha was born, he once looked at the four directions and took seven steps, pointing to the sky and the earth, declaring that the heavens and the earth are the only one. ”