The demon clan, the spirits, as well as Zheng Tang and Zhang Ziying, formed a team of twenty-two monks, although it was less than the Pudu Temple with thirty-six people, and it could not be compared with the Pudu Temple with all the brothers and sisters in terms of cooperation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But if compared to the number of elite masters, Pudu Temple is inferior, and their ability to come here is not because of their high strength, but because of their stable mood and the result of Monk Mingyou's care!

Compared with these two big forces, the remaining dozen people are embarrassed, and the sixteen of them are divided into five camps, each camp is only three or four people, plus there is no trust between them, but they will find opportunities to deal with each other, so it is difficult to join forces.

Whew!Whew!

These dozen or so people knew that they didn't have much competitiveness, so they retreated continuously, and soon each retreated to the corner of this huge underground space, keeping a distance from Zheng Tang and Pudu Temple, and seeking self-protection in this way.

At this time, everyone's eyes finally focused on the center of the underground space, that is, the pile of treasures that were teleported in front of them, this is the harvest of countless monks, magic weapons, elixirs and the like have not yet been identified, and it is difficult to estimate the value for the time being, but the spirit stone can roughly estimate a quantity.

There are definitely tens of thousands! tens of thousands of spirit stones!

Such a large amount of wealth, there is no monk who is not moved, even the Pudu Temple, which is known for its ascetic cultivation, it is impossible to ignore it, tens of thousands of spirit stones! Even if it is as strong as Master Wen Xu, the Great Perfection of the Fusion Period, and the most solid period of the family can reach this level, and it is impossible for ordinary monks in the Fusion Period to have so much wealth!

Even if there were more than seventy monks present, if they were evenly distributed, each of them would be able to get hundreds of pieces! plus other magic weapons and elixirs, it would definitely be much stronger than the foundation building monks, and it would not be difficult to catch up with the spiritual light stage monks!

"Amitabha!" Monk Mingyou sang a Buddha horn, and then chanted: "All the Dharma is the Dharma, the mind is impermanent, all the Dharma has no self, and the Nirvana is extinguished!"

Immediately afterwards, several other monks beside him also responded.

"This is suffering, persecution, this is collection, sensibility, this is Tao, cultivability, extinction, verifiability!"

"This is suffering, I know, I don't know, this is a set, I have broken, I don't want to change, this is the way, I have cultivated, I don't want to repair, this is extinction, I have proven, I don't have to reprove!"

"This is suffering, you should know, this is the collection, you should break, this is the way, you should cultivate, this is extinction, you should prove!"

In an instant, the golden light around the people of Pudu Temple was magnificent, and there was a faint Buddha sound in the ears, obviously just a few people chanting, but as if countless people were chanting at the same time, the aura surged out in waves, and even faintly appeared on the top of their heads, and even faintly appeared Buddha shadow!

"Hmph! These sanctimonious guys look honest, and they are really quick to move! When they say they turn their faces, they don't even say hello!" Pang Zhen muttered as he took out his giant sword from the storage bag.

Others are not ambiguous, they have taken out the magic weapon in their hands, mobilize the aura in their bodies, these monks chant Buddhist scriptures at this time, obviously ill-intentioned, they don't believe that the people of Pudu Temple at this time to use magic and magic just to protect themselves.

"Here you go!" Zheng Tang held down Zhang Ziying's hand that wanted to take out the long sword, and handed her a long sword in his storage bag.

On the other side, the monks of Pudu Temple also took out their magic weapons one by one, such as umbrellas, vajras, vases, golden wheels, Zen staffs, ring knives, wooden fish, bells, etc., most of which are different from those used by ordinary monks, and the sound of their chanting of Buddhist scriptures is getting louder and louder, and the golden light around them is even more dazzling, like a round of sun!

"Amitabha!" At this time, the monk Mingyou spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, this trip to the secret realm has been unexpected, so why bother to increase the killing, if you donors are willing to concede, the little monk is willing to share a part of the spirit stone magic weapon." ”

"Don't talk nonsense! You bald donkeys, your mouth is full of compassion, but what you do is so rampant, aren't you afraid of going against the Buddha's righteousness and falling into the devil's way!" Pang Zhen deserves to be called a loud voice, and everyone else has no intention of arguing with each other at this time, but he must be quick to speak, and he feels uncomfortable without scolding.

"The donor's words are bad!" But when it comes to sophistry, the sophistry of Buddhism is as famous as the state of mind, Mingyou's face was calm, and he didn't seem to mind Pang Zhen's words, but said lightly: "My Buddha has the compassion of the Bodhisattva, but there is also the anger of Vajra, there is a Buddha in the heart, everything is a Buddha, and if you have no shame in your heart, you are not afraid of evil demons!"

"Master Mingyou. At this time, Bai Jie stretched out her hand to suppress Pang Zhen, stood up and said: "We have no intention of competing with Pudu Temple, but no matter what changes occur in the secret realm this time, after all, everyone is for chance, and I hope that the master will not force people too much, if we insist on going to war, we should try our best!"

The atmosphere on both sides seems to be on the verge of breaking out, and the most anticipated are the people of the other four major sects and the Zhang family around them, they have become spectators at this time, but if both sides lose, they naturally don't mind sitting on the profits, even if it is a righteous Divine Pen Sect, at this time, they will definitely not pay attention to any courtesy, righteousness and shame!

"What does the white donor mean, how should this matter be resolved?"

"I mean it very simply, divide it evenly!"

"This is categorically impossible!" Ming You shook his head and refused: "If it is divided according to the number of people, my Pudu Temple should also share most of it, and if it is divided according to strength, we will also have the strength to fight! However, the specific proportion, the little monk is willing to discuss with the benefactors." ”

Seeing that the two sides couldn't fight, and the atmosphere had softened, Zhang Zilian and the others were a little anxious, they hurriedly glanced at each other, this is no longer the time to take care of the contradictions between the families, and even can't take care of the righteous path, the devil's way and the evil way, if they don't join forces, they really can't share anything!

"Wait!" It seemed that some agreement had been reached between them, Fang Danqing, the senior brother of the Divine Pen Sect, stood up, the Divine Pen Sect was the only righteous force, and Fang Danqing was faintly the strongest among the more than ten people, so he came forward to negotiate at this time: "Isn't it too much for you to ignore us so much?"

"Master Fang!" "Both are large forces in Lanshan County, of course Monk Mingyou knows Fang Danqing, and they are both righteous paths, and the relationship between Pudu Temple and the Divine Brush Sect is acceptable: "If you are willing to do so, you can also join the team of Pudu Temple, but the rest of you are either evil or evil, and the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, I hope you are cautious, don't persecute the little monk!"