The red-clothed monk looked Zhao Meiren up and down, opened his mouth gently, and said something that was quite inconsistent with his Buddhist identity, "What a beautiful female benefactor." ”

Anyone can hear it, and in his voice, there is obviously a little envy that should be a woman, and even a little jealousy.

Zhao Qingying's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes instantly became cold.

Bai Luo, who was standing next to Hong Luo, felt that he had changed his face after leaving the Heavenly King Palace, no longer the unfathomable monster who debated and fought with Xuanji Buddha in the Heavenly King Palace, but turned back into a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

After hearing Hongyi's words, I don't know if Bai Luo's guy is due to the child's playful nature, or if it is not a big deal to watch the excitement, but he completely ignored the female benefactor's gloomy face, Bai Luo walked directly to Zhao Qingying in a few steps, with an innocent smile on his face, and said with a sign language: "Sister is so beautiful, much better than the guy in the red monk's robe." ”

It's good that Bai Luo didn't say this, but when Hong Luo saw his sign language, he let out a cold snort, full of murderous aura.

Probably feeling Hong Luo's murderous aura, Bai Luo was so frightened that he hurriedly dodged behind Zhao Qingying, and then cautiously poked his head out and grimaced at Hong Luo.

The little monk of Yushan, who grew up in Tianlong Zen Temple since he was a child, looked at him dumbfounded, and looked at the white-clothed monk who was even more childlike than him, and couldn't help but slander in his heart: "Can he be called a high monk in the north like that?

To tell the truth, if it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes just now, killing him would not have connected the white-clothed monk who debated the Buddha in the Heavenly King Hall with the "timid as a mouse" guy in front of him.

Outside the Heavenly King Palace, the air suddenly turned cold.

Bai Luo let out an exclamation, and instantly flashed from behind Zhao Qingying's back to a foot away.

And almost the next moment when Bai Luo left behind Zhao Qingying, with Zhao Qingying's body as the center, a crack appeared on the hard stone slab under his feet with a radius of six feet, like a spider web.

Bai Luo hid in the distance, and his beautiful face was full of "fear".

The little monk of the delirium mountain was on the edge of the spider web, although his martial arts were mediocre, he could also feel the horror of the woman in white just now, if he got closer, maybe it would be like those hard stone slabs, inexplicably bursting open.

Although it was a lightning flint, but Hong Luo saw it clearly, Hong Luo said lightly, and said with a smile: "The female benefactor has such a big killing intent, this is not good, it is better to enter our Rakshasa Mountain." ”

Hong Luo's words were careless, and he didn't mean to put Zhao Qingying in his eyes at all.

Song Yuchen also walked out of the Heavenly King Palace, and the old abbot Xuan Ji followed behind him, his eyebrows lowered.

Seeing Zhao Huakui's masterpiece, Song Yuchen was also slightly surprised, but she didn't expect that she had cultivated to this extent, most of which was half a foot into the innate realm.

After the old abbot Xuanji appeared, Bai Luo finally recovered some of the northern monks' appearances and stopped frolicking, but Hong Luo, who was wearing a red monk's robe, suddenly disappeared in place, and then appeared as if out of thin air, standing in front of Xuanji.

Even the Buddha ceremony was not interesting, Hong Luo spoke directly, and his words were not shocking, he said: "Xuanji, do you want to borrow this heavenly dragon or not?"

The little monk of Delirium Mountain was dumbfounded, thinking that his ears had heard it wrong, and Delirium Mountain couldn't help but look up at the hundred-zhang Tianlong stone statue on the top of the mountain, and said in his heart that they Rakshasa Mountain should not want to borrow the Tianlong stone statue, right?!

How is this possible, even if they promise to lend it to them, how can they take it?

Could it be that they can be like the legendary ancestor on the top of the mountain, fighting the heavenly dragon with a hundred zhang method?!

Xuanji sighed lightly and chanted a Buddha name, before he could speak, a cold snort came from behind him, it was a monk of the Tianlong Zen Temple.

The monk snorted coldly, and walked out of the Heavenly King Hall with the other seven people, and he said coldly: "How can this Heavenly Dragon Soul be borrowed, your Rakshasa Mountain has come to my Tianlong Temple every year under the guise of debating the Buddha's teachings, in fact, you have repeatedly wanted to cut off the cause and effect between this temple and Tianlong, so as to facilitate you to snatch the soul of Tianlong from me, Tianlong Mountain." ”

Hearing this, Hong Luo suddenly laughed out loud, and he said: " This master, everyone is a monk, there is no need to fix those words that are not there, the deity has heard, this dragon has existed on this mountain long before the establishment of your Tianlong Temple, and at first it was not a dragon, it was a slightly special mountain stream green dragon, in addition, I also heard that the dragon that turned into a dragon, and it is even said that the dragon that began to appear signs of the dragon was killed and surrendered by a swordsman of Zhao in the Spring and Autumn Period, but the body was left on this mountain, and I don't know when it started, there was an additional temple on this mountain, and it was also named Tianlong Temple。 ”

Hong Luo looked up at the top of the mountain, where he had come down just now.

I only heard him continue: "But I have to admit that your founding patriarch does have a bit of cultivation, and his vision is not bad, knowing that the corpse of the heavenly dragon and the soul of the heavenly dragon in this mountain stream, if it is used properly, it will be of great use, but this does not prove that this heavenly dragon soul should be suppressed by your Zen temple and possessed by you alone, good things, should be shared by everyone, besides, we just borrowed it, at most it will be a hundred years, and it will be returned to you." ”

In the end, Hong Luo, who has a transcendent status in the north, actually directly played the tricks of a scoundrel in the market.

The little monk was dumbfounded at that time.

The monk of the Zen temple who came out to scold Hong Luo before, heard Hong Luo say this, he was so angry at that time, I saw him red from the neck to the root behind the ear, slammed his sleeves, and said: "It's ridiculous, not to mention that you first shot for no reason, injured more than 20 disciples of my Zen Temple, this account temple has not asked you for it, and actually beat the idea of Tianlong again and again, if the poor monk did not guess wrong, if you really let your Rakshasa Mountain succeed, you should not be able to do anything good." ”

As soon as the words fell, the empty words of the monk who spoke only felt a red shadow flickering in front of him.

The next moment, a huge force hit his chest, and there was a heart-piercing pain.

"Boom~" The Zen temple monk, who was eight feet tall, flew out directly, and finally hit a stone pillar at the entrance of the Tianwang Hall with a loud bang.

He didn't even have time to scream when he fell to the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of hot blood, and then passed out.

Suddenly, such an accident happened, and the remaining seven Zen monks jumped down the steps as soon as possible, and happened to besiege the injured Hongluo in the middle, and everyone's eyes were full of anger.

Outside the Heavenly King Palace, there was a sudden murderous outbreak!

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PS: I only came back from outside in the early morning, so I hurried to finish the manuscript first.