Dividing line -- let's revise it later

Dark black ink flowed in the black weeping air, rolling the wind demon that was divided into thousands of pieces, rolling into a roll of the dragon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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The dark teleportation array, flickering with light points flickering and flickering.

"Bang!--" With the sound of dust shattering, the eyes burst and suddenly turned into stone chips all over the ground.

The two figures, after shaking slightly for a while, walked out of it with each other's arms.

"Ahem, ahem, looks like we've arrived?" Dijen looked around at his surroundings, the endless ocean, and the islands that were only the size of their habitat.

Poor and polar, this is the end of the world, an extremely remote branch.

At the same time, this is the real world.

For immortal cultivators, this world is passive and dangerous. When Di Jin and the Buddha Lord Xu Jiawei entered this world,

Straight to the sky, quite a bright moon.

He was dressed in a golden yellow robe, with an extraordinary bearing and a weak crown of age. However, the shiny top of the hair is known to a discerning person at a glance, and this person is clearly a monk.

The monk sat on the tiled house of the red building on the top of Mingchang Street, secretly sipped a sip of stolen wine, his face was mixed with a wisp of flush, and looked at the moonlight: "Hahaha... It's a pleasure!—"

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and I am happy to be free!"

"It's a pity, it's not as comfortable as Senior Brother—"

"Smack-" The young Qingxiu monk raised the wine glass, and with a slight squeeze of his hand from the Buddha's robe, the white jade wine glass turned into flying ashes, he quietly squinted his eyes and looked at the void with a smile: "Pick up, how long will you follow me?"

On both sides of the red-lit street, the monks who came and went in and out of the Red Mansion seemed to be unnoticed, and no one seemed to notice the trace of this beautiful monk.

"What kind of person dares to be presumptuous under the property of the Mingchang Immortals in the Ziao Realm, and lay down illusions!" "The overhaul scattered immortals in front of the Dinghong Mansion found that they were disturbed by Yaxing, and they couldn't help but shout angrily.

On the tiled house, the young monk stretched his neck with a calm face, and when the wine glass was shattered, the flowing wine was condensed in front of him, like a whale sucking, and a drop was sucked into his mouth.

After a little aftertaste, he opened his thick eyebrows angrily, and flew down from the tiled house with great joy and shouted: "Scatter the wild! a wild fairy, don't look at who is coming to your Mingchang Street!"

Casually, a faint Buddha light shone on the top of the Red Mansion, quietly staring at the presumptuous loose cultivation towards him, as if as long as he was touched, he would not obey!

"You!" The white-clothed scattered immortal sitting at the head was angry, and his cultivation was revealed, his face showed fierce intent, and he was about to act.

"Little wild fairy, the Buddha can trample you to death with one foot!" Xu Jiawei, the master of the Buddha who felt a little boring, sat casually on the steps of the attic, smiling at everyone, not caring about fear, but his divine consciousness kept looking around.

"Miscellaneous, I don't even have the courage to let the Buddha move my muscles and bones. ”

"Wine-" The monk was not angry when he saw the departure of the scattered immortals, and in his hand, under the flow of the immortal yuan, he grabbed a jar of fine wine, put it in his mouth, and drank it in a big gulp.

Many monks in the Red Mansion were amazed, what was the identity of this monk? Dare to shout in the territory of the Mingchang Immortals, and offend the scattered immortals who could sit on the top of the Red Mansion, and they were shocked to leave?

Looking at the golden yellow robe, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

Today's Ziao, who can be so famous as a monk?

This Huanchan Temple is one of the best schools in the purple Ao realm, although their practice is despicable, but it is known as the power of a thousand Buddhas, and the golden body is indestructible.

At that moment, a major repairer said suspiciously: "This, isn't this the Buddha's robe presided over by Huanchan Temple?"

"What? The Buddha clothes presided over by Huanchan Temple? The Buddha clothes of this famous sect, but no one dares to wear them indiscriminately!"

"Yes, I had the privilege of meeting the master last year when the fairyland was opened, but the presiding officer of this Zen temple heard that his disciples were very different and never approached women. ”

"I look at this master, the immortal yuan is moderately manipulated, and the Buddha's light is restrained! And he is so young, is he not the color Buddha master who has just returned from the fairyland trial!"

"What! Lord Buddha, that's the Buddha of this Thousand Buddhas, the Golden Body Immortal Huanchan Temple!" In the red building on Mingchang Street, a female cultivator in charge walked out, who had about the early stage of incarnation, standing quietly on the side of the attic, and asked the male cultivator who was looking deeply: "I don't know, who is this Taoist friend?"

"His grandmother's, it's really a clay man when I turn around three times!" The magic wine table under the table was smashed to pieces, and one got up, intending to teach this vulgar monk a good lesson.

"Brother Dao, hold back, I look at this person..."The friend of the same way of scattered immortals, looking at it with sharp eyes, hurriedly pulled his clothes and made a face. After whispering a few words beside him, he pulled the scattered immortal again and again, choked up and held his breath, raised his hand and gave a big salute, and left.

"His grandmother's, it's really a clay man when I turn around three times!" The magic wine table under the table was smashed to pieces, and one got up, intending to teach this vulgar monk a good lesson.

"Brother Dao, hold back, I look at this person..."The friends of the same way as the scattered immortals looked sharp-eyed.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who was looking at it unconsciously turned around and glanced back at the housekeeper of the Red Mansion, and was shocked in front of him: what a beautiful girl, with a beautiful posture and a lotus fragrance exposed. It can be called a must in the Red Mansion!

"Below, Ziyang Guan Dao Zhen!" Dao Zhen raised his hand and saluted, as a disciple of a small sect, he still didn't dare to be rude in the jurisdiction of the Mingchang Immortals.

"Well, Daoyou is polite to the concubine and the steward of the Red Mansion Ling Qiuyi. The beautiful housekeeper raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at Daozhen's stunned appearance lightly, and turned to look

The color Buddha master of the Huan Zen Temple.

This delicate monk's name is Xu Jiawei, whose Dharma name is the color of the precepts, and he is the young master appointed by the famous Huanchan Temple, who is expected to inherit his mantle, and he has cultivated the golden body and the Dharma is a great achievement.

"His grandmother's, it's really a clay man when I turn around three times!" The magic wine table under the table was smashed to pieces, and one got up, intending to teach this vulgar monk a good lesson.

"Brother Dao, hold back, I look at this person..."The friend of the same way of scattered immortals, looking at it with sharp eyes, hurriedly pulled his clothes and made a face. After whispering a few words beside him, he pulled the scattered immortal again and again, choked up and held his breath, raised his hand and gave a big salute, and left.

It's just that he is lustful by nature, although he looks delicate, he often has nostalgia for sexual affairs, and he is famous for entering the fairyland trial to kill thousands of demon gods.

In today's upper realm, who doesn't know the name of the young master of Huanchan Temple: "My family has opened a brothel in the world, and he has become a Buddha with a beautiful woman." ”

His Dharma name was even raised by its presiding officer to warn him of his desires. Don't say much about sin, or he will have a bloody plague one day!"

After finishing speaking, he dropped a bag of gold and stone spirit beads and chased after the trace of the Lord of the Buddha.

After Xu Jiawei, the master of the Buddha, drank a sip of wine, he threw the wine cup on the ground, got up without weight, and then walked into the red mansion from the steps; the qi around him condensed, lightly touched the ground, flew into the attic, picked up the chin of the female steward Ling Qiuyi, and blew a hot breath on the red face: "Come to the beauty, how about a drink with me?"

The beautiful and touching nun was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but make a coquettish sound, she was hugged by her waist, struggling to slow down slightly, and her posture leaned back raised a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at the monk in front of her.

She is just the Mingchang Immortal of Mingchang Street, a female cultivator hired from the lower realm, how dare she offend the young man in front of her who is wearing the presiding Buddha robe of Huanchan Temple; under the shameful look of the beautiful eyes, she can't help but secretly say: "Where is this waiting for the lewd monk to give birth, how did he give birth to such a delicate face!"

Xu Jiawei, the lord of the Buddha, embraced the beauty in his arms, and was even more delicate and delicate, and the top of his shiny hair gently approached the female steward, and took a deep breath: "Well, it's so fragrant-"

"Do you want to spend the night with the Buddha?"

In the confused eyes, the female steward of Mingchang Street seemed to be frozen, and her body was numb, and she couldn't make any strength.

"Shaozun-" After a moment of silence, you can see that in the night sky under the moonlight, not far from the side of the tiled house, a stone pier trembled, and with the spilling of stone chips, a gray-robed monk walked out.

"Shaozun, the World Venerable said, your golden body is not yet complete! If you want me to watch your body, don't break Yuanyang!-" The gray-robed monk turned sideways in the darkness, and suddenly appeared on the side of the tiled house, and his divine sense secretly transmitted.

"The Buddha said: It cannot be broken, it can be broken, but it is only a thought... The old bald donkey! I know what a fart, I am an old virgin for tens of thousands of years, and I haven't even practiced a golden body method, so I'm embarrassed to ask me to go into the water!"

"Born to know the destiny of heaven, after death to dispel ghosts and gods!"

"Shaozun, don't delay your future for the sake of momentary pleasure!" The gray-robed monk covered his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood;

"Hmph, when do I need you to call a little novice in the tribulation period!" "This is a beauty, where did Xu Jiawei, the lord of the Buddha, come from so many scruples, he has long been anxious and helpless; after pushing away the gray-robed monk with one palm, he laughed loudly, turned into a light smoke, and rolled away with the female steward of the Red Mansion, Ling Qiuyi.

The gray-robed monk looked at everyone with a contemplative face, and shouted in a low voice: "My Buddha is immeasurable!

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