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"You idiots!"

Wang Chuan pointed at a few monsters and scolded: "Stay here honestly and cultivate, what kind of poetry and literature will you do, and you will also ensure that the media get married, all of them are full of food, right?!"

A few monsters were taken by Wang Chuan's strength and the iron sword behind him, but they didn't dare to say a word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although the eighteenth duke couldn't move, he didn't hinder his speech, and asked with a look of surprise: "Dare to ask, what ......is Your Excellency?"

"Cultivate here honestly, otherwise, Lao Tzu will burn this thorn ridge into a bald ridge with a fire!"

After saying that, Wang Chuan turned his head and smiled apologetically at Lao Tang: "Master, don't be careful, the disciple is just an analogy, and he doesn't mean to belittle the bald head." ”

Old Tang was speechless for a while, if you want to say it, just say it, why do you need to explain it to me in one more move? Are you embarrassing to me?

Wang Chuan just wanted to deter this group of monsters, although their disciples of Bodhi, but now their strength is too low, at most it will play a role in waving the flag, so Wang Chuan doesn't plan to say more.

Walking up to Lao Tang, Wang Chuan smiled: "Master, the disciple has disturbed your good deeds, you won't be surprised." ”

Old Tang looked gloomy, but he couldn't show it, he forcibly pressed it in his heart, and couldn't stop saying: "Amitabha, Amitabha......"

Just when Lao Tang was slandering in his heart, the three monkeys over there finally rushed to Muxian Nunnery with hindsight.

"Master, why are you here?"

Lao Tang talked about the cause and effect, of course, it is inevitable to work hard to shape himself into a glorious and tall Buddhist monk.

Wang Chuan rolled his eyes and watched a few people acting, I have to say that these guys have poor acting skills, they are obviously pretending to be confused, and they are acting like a person.

After a while, the monkey asked, "Master, where did those monsters go?"

Old Tang raised his head, but was suddenly stunned.

There are a few fewer monsters around Wang Chuan, but there are a few more trees.

"I see. ”

The monkey smiled and explained to Old Tang: "The Eighteen Gong is this pine tree, the lonely straight Gong is the cypress tree, the Lingkongzi is the cypress tree, the Fuyunsu is the bamboo pole, the maple tree is the naked ghost, the apricot tree next to it is the so-called apricot fairy, and the Dangui Lamei on the side is two girls." ”

When the old pig heard this, he didn't distinguish between good and bad, and he picked up a nail rake and built it with a rake.

This does not belong to the territory of Buddhism, nor does it belong to the territory of Taoism, according to the two offending characters of the old pig, now that there is an opportunity for both sides to please, it will naturally not fall.

However, the nail rake was fixed in the air, and Wang Chuan kicked the old pig back.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, you idiot, you have already received the ordination, why are you still so easy to kill?"

Wang Chuan said awe-inspiringly: "Sins and sins, master, it is not easy for these mountain spirits and trees to become essences, and they have not caused any harm to the master, their cultivation is just for immortality, according to the disciples, it is better to spare them." ”

Old Tang looked at the apricot tree, remembered the graceful apricot fairy, moved his lips, and said: "Yes, so good, Si Ming has realized something recently, Bajie, you have to learn from your senior brother, put away your nail rake, let's find Lu Xi." ”

Where did the old pig dare to touch Wang Chuan's moldy head, he naturally nodded with an unlucky face, picked up the burden, and went west.

A few tree spirits next to him swayed in the wind, as if they were thanking Wang Chuan for his grace of not killing.

Wang Chuan didn't look at it, and went on the road with Lao Tang, but when he left, his lips squirmed a few times, and he sent a voice to warn the tree spirits.

Where did a few tree spirits dare not listen, Wang Chuan brought his master's iron sword, and he showed such strength, so he naturally subdued these monsters.

......

It's a beautiful dojo.

The suspended immortal mountain is thousands of miles in circumference, showing an irregular shape, and three small islands diagonally above, like the sun, moon and stars arching over this immortal mountain.

The milky way-like waterfall is like a match, pouring down vertically, adding a lot of points to this immortal mountain.

A figure dressed in a red brocade robe was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the waterfall, with a pale yellow aura all around him, and he wanted to render the waterfall red.

"Ahh

A shout, a roar!

The figure suddenly moved, and the majestic aura surged around him, and these aura squeezed the space, instantly squeezing and deforming the surrounding space, and the waterfall actually went upstream, flying towards the top.

This figure felt the mana surging in his body incredibly, with a slight smile on his face, but he dropped a lot of points for this master's posture.

"Smack. ”

With a crisp sound, a palm slapped directly on the top of the person's head, and a fat monk behind him reprimanded: "You boy, you are so good and disturbing my immortal mountain." ”

"Master, the disciple knows that he is wrong. ”

This person wanted to be angry, but when he saw the monk behind him, he immediately looked flattering: "Why did the master go out today?"

These two people turned out to be the Maitreya Buddha and the Yellow Eyebrow King of Maitreya Mountain.

Maitreya Buddha was full of smiles, but his voice was a little bitter: "Alas, I don't want to go out as a teacher, but now that the matter is coming, I have to come out." ”

"If there is something for the disciple to obey, what troubles does the master have, even if he speaks, no matter whether he can do it or not, the disciple will definitely do his best to help the master solve his worries!"

Huang Mei patted his chest and said in a big way.

Maitreya Buddha sighed lightly and said, "Tong'er, hundreds of years have passed since the last time you went out of Maitreya Mountain privately. ”

"The disciple was accepted as a disciple by Master Venerable three hundred years ago, and he was able to pass on the supreme true law, and now he has broken through the place of Daluo and reached the realm of Daluo Heavenly Immortals. ”

With or without a master's teaching, the effect is immediate.

This Huang Mei was just a chime boy before, and Maitreya Buddha never took the initiative to pass on his skills, and he had practiced for hundreds of years, but he was only in the realm of immortals.

However, three hundred years ago, after Wang Chuan sent Huang Mei back to Maitreya Mountain, Maitreya Buddha accepted Huang Mei as an apprentice, **** explained the avenue, and Huang Mei once followed Wang Chuan's side, under the influence of his ears and eyes, now his cultivation is progressing rapidly, but in three hundred years, he has reached a realm that he could not think of before.

"The disciple thinks that at present, I can slay the dragon empty-handed!"

Huang Mei was a little proud, and thought of his senior brother Wang Chuan at the beginning, if the senior brother saw his current cultivation, he would probably be surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth, right?

Innocence is really an advantage, ignorant, fearless, and a little silly cute.

If Huang Mei knew that Wang Chuan had now become a quasi-saint, this little pride would be gone, but I was afraid that it would disappear in an instant.

"It's been 300 years. ”

Maitreya Buddha muttered, "For three hundred years, the situation has been declining day by day, and the situation of this seat is becoming more and more embarrassing. ”

"Alas, is there really no power to return to heaven?"

Huang Mei listened with his ears pricked up, and he didn't know anything about the situation, and his heart could be described as scratching his heart.

"Master, what's going on? Tell the disciple quickly, otherwise the disciple won't even be able to sleep. ”

Maitreya Buddha glanced at the yellow eyebrows and said, "You boy, you are still so anxious, after hundreds of years of cultivation, you still can't calm down, you are already a Da Luo and the like, do you still want to sleep?"

"Hehe, isn't this an analogy, disciple?"

Huang Mei touched his head and smiled awkwardly, and then asked, "Master, let's talk to the disciple quickly." ”

"At the moment, you don't need to know much, but there is one thing that needs to be done as a teacher. ”

Maitreya Buddha pondered for a moment, took out a bag and a gold hook, and said, "These two magic weapons are carefully refined for the teacher, and you can take them." ”

Huang Mei Mu Ne took the two magic weapons, and the Maitreya Buddha said again: "Now the Westward Plan of Buddhism has reached a critical point, you go to the lower realm, find a fairy mountain blessed land, turn into a small Lei Yin Temple, and then find three or five thousand little demons, all according to the Buddha Gate Big Lei Yin Temple in the honorable layout, this seat is to see, where is the bottom line of Rulai." ”

"Huh?"

Huang Mei was dumbfounded, and blurted out: "Master, you want your disciple to die...... Ahem. ”

"Master, if you let the disciple do something else, the disciple will naturally have nothing to say, but this pretending to be the Buddha, the disciple really doesn't dare. ”

Huang Mei's worries are very reasonable, all along, no matter the big immortals and small Buddhas in the Three Realms, they can tolerate anything, but there is only one thing.

That is to pretend to be yourself.

Pretending to be an alien is definitely a dead end!

Authority brooks no blasphemy. (To be continued.) )