"What about the imperial court?" Yue Buqun said worriedly. "Fan monk is the court Zhenxi Suijiang must be, many people have a grade, according to the senior brother Gao to the two people, there is an iron rod monk with a guard, this is the master of the living Buddha only pomp. If the humiliation is too much, I Huashan will not be long after offending Jinyiwei, and it is not appropriate to make a strong enemy and give the court a truth. ”

"Living Buddha, Master?" Seeing that Yue Buqun's flustered words were slightly confused, Zhou Budo smiled and said, "The imperial court will not condemn us for this group of bald donkeys, in the eyes of the court, whether it is my Huashan faction, the Demon Sect, or the monks of the Western Regions, they are all a group of unstable factors." No matter how fierce the fight is, the princes in the court will only think that they are killing each other, and they will applaud and applaud, and they will not help anyone's family. Even in order to expand the overall situation of the northwest of the border, the imperial court will help us Huashan to send to deter that group of monks. ”

"Is it unstable..."Yue Buqun heard this word for the first time, and felt that it seemed a little strange and grotesque, but in an instant, Yue Buqun understood the meaning of this word, thinking back to the past imperial court's attitude towards the Jianghu martial arts, Yue Buqun understood this word more and more. The imperial court, martial arts, temples, rivers and lakes, the young Yue Buqun, there seemed to be something in his heart that was broken.

Looking at Yue Buqun, who was silent and his face turned pale, and a few junior disciples who had high hopes, Zhou Budo sighed secretly in his heart, there are some things that should be known, and a few junior disciples always need to know. In the future, the Huashan faction will never be able to support itself alone...

Suddenly, a sound resounded through the mountains through the snow. Yue Buqun and the others looked over along the Sanskrit song, as if they saw a golden light wrapped in something like a Yingluo canopy, floating over. Listening carefully, Yue Buqun and the others suddenly felt that they were in the Western Heaven Buddha Kingdom, and the three thousand Buddhas, eight hundred Arhats, and countless Garan Bhikshus were clasping their palms together and singing, and the sound was about to come out, making people's vulgar thoughts disappear completely

"Hmph!" Zhou Budo snorted coldly, and the five Yue Law Phases flashed behind him, and a sword intent broke out of his body. Yue Buqun only felt that this way, with the mountain momentum accumulated for hundreds of millions of years in Huashan and the incomparable sharp sword intent, was about to pierce the Buddha country full of petals, gold everywhere, glazed pillars, and jade liquid as a pool.

Just when Zhou Budo was about to stab the Buddha Kingdom with the sword intent sent out by the Huashan Mountain, the Elysium in the eyes of Yue Buqun and the others turned into a monstrous sea of blood in an instant, and the entire Huashan Mountain was dyed blood red, just like after the sword of the Jade Girl Peak. No, it's more terrifying than the Jade Girl Peak's ** sword queen. The golden light behind the three thousand Buddhas disappeared, a death-like **, the lotus throne sat down as if blood was condensed, and the Arhat Jialan became countless strange-shaped demons. For a while, the Buddha Kingdom became a demon domain, and the victory realm turned into a demon city, and the contrast was simply disgusting.

Yue Buqun felt so cold, cold to his muscles and bones, and in a trance, he seemed to see his father, who had died not long ago, and his mother who died in childbirth. And also... Under the auspices of the senior brother in charge, he married Senior Sister Ning, who was not long ago. Yue Buqun thought silently in his heart: "Am I going to die? I heard people say that when I was dying, I remembered the most important person in my life. I didn't expect that my Yue Buqun hadn't helped the head senior brother Zhongxing Huashan, and I was going to go, I was unwilling!"

Suddenly, Yue Buqun heard a deafening roar, and couldn't help but open his eyes, seeing that this Huashan Mountain was still a winter scene, and the vast snow had put on a layer of white armor for this sacred mountain that had been sitting in Guanzhong for hundreds of millions of years. What Buddhas, arhats, demons and monsters, Yue Buqun didn't see the slightest trace. Looking at the senior brother who fell to the ground, Yue Buqun wanted to speak and stopped, he didn't know whether this sentence should be asked: "Senior brother..."

"Just now, you accidentally fell into Tang Tong and Boren's Brahma Victory. Zhou Budo's face was as if nothing had happened, and it was still so bland. "Go back and flip through the "Enlightenment Chapter" more, senior brother knows that you don't like the Taoist gods and monsters since you were a child, but this will be of great benefit to your martial arts cultivation. If you really can't stand it, Zhou Yuangong's "Tongshu" and Zhu Wengong's "Language" are also excellent. Senior Brother Yue, practice qi first and practice the heart, if the heart is not there, no matter how diligent the practice is, it is difficult to make progress. And that and the sword... What is the difference between Liu Qingyan and the traitor?"

"Senior brother, thank you, senior brother. Yue Buqun suddenly thought of something, "Tang Tong and Boren?

"Apart from him, among the group of flower monks in Tantra, who still has such a real and illusory illusion cultivation. The ancestor of Tibetan opera is indeed worthy of its name. Zhou Budo said lightly.

"Ancestor of Tibetan Opera, what is that?" Yue Buqun had more and more doubts in his heart, he felt that since the senior brother became the head of the house, his words and deeds had become more and more serious... Unexpectedly, this made Yue Buqun, who had followed Zhou Budo since childhood, a little at a loss. If you don't understand, just ask, anyway, it's not a shame to be a senior brother, but Yue Buqun just wanted to ask, but saw Zhou Budo make a strange gesture and quickly closed his mouth.

"Tang Tong and Boren, if you don't live in your Sony Temple, what do you want to come to my Huashan?" Zhou Budo took the voice with his internal force, without a little reverberation, and reached the ears of Tang Tong and Boren, and the sound suddenly became sharp when it entered the ears, as if it was about to tear Tang Tong and Boren's eardrums.

"Amitabha. A grand Buddha horn suddenly sounded, and the snow on the mountain peak was shaken into the valley. Fortunately, Huashan is not one of those snowy mountains in Tibet, otherwise the snowball will roll down, and I don't know how many people will be inexplicably injured. "Master Zhou, don't come to harm?" A pure Shaanxi official dialect makes people can't believe that this is a snowy monk who has never been to Han.

"Don't come here to be harmed, how can I ever meet with you?" Zhou Budo teased, ignoring his identity as the head of his faction, and did not leave Tang Tong and Boren, the first-class virtuous monks in Tibet, a little face.

Tang Tong and Boren didn't seem to expect that the dignified head of the Huashan faction would disregard his face so much and make himself unable to get off the stage in front of him. After reciting a paragraph silently, he calmed down his mind and said with a smile: "The Wusi Tibetan Capital Division, the territory is vast, the mountains are high and the water is dangerous, and it is extremely inconvenient for the people in Tibet to come and go with each other, and even bring death to the living beings in Tibet. When he was a poor monk, he saw many Tibetan people dying tragically because they crossed the river. So the poor monk made a great wish to build an iron bridge over all the turbulent rivers on the snowy plateau, so that the Tibetan people could not experience the great fear of death because of this. Although the accent is pure, in the choice of words and sentences, it is still so blunt, not like the mainland.

"Master Tang Tong and Boren are so ambitious!So compassionate!" Zhou Budo couldn't help but admire, as if he was really moved by Tang Tong and Boren's great compassion and great will, but the next sentence almost didn't make Tang Tong and Boren vomit blood: "But what does this have to do with my Huashan faction?"

Tang Tong and Boren thought that Zhou Budo was moved by his words, and he was ridiculing Zhou Budo in his heart for being a hairy guy who was not deeply involved in the world. Seeing that Zhou Budo was so easy to fool, wondering if he wanted more support, but when he heard Zhou Budo's last sentence, Tang Tong and Boren almost didn't squirt out a little blood in their hearts. Trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, Tang Tong and Boren squeezed out a smile: "This is a great merit, isn't the head of Zhou not a little interested? If this matter can be completed, millions of people in my Tibetan land will not forget the kindness of the head for generations." ”

Zhou Budo suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, Master Tang Tong and Master Boren want me to donate some silver taels to help the master complete this grand wish?"

Tang Tong and Boren saw Zhou Budo's appearance, thinking that Zhou Budo just didn't know what he meant, but now that he understood, he would definitely donate generously, and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, yes, there is a saying in Han Land, called a grand event, and the poor monks think so." If the head of Zhou is willing to help the poor monks this time, the poor monks will not dare to forget, and there will be a good reward in the future. ”

"Together? yes. It was a grand event. Zhou Budo almost didn't laugh, "However, my Huashan faction has been spending a lot of money recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to support the master's ambition, and I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint the master." Of course..."Zhou Budo beckoned and called Hu Bugui over, "You can't let the master come for nothing, Senior Brother Hu, you take three hundred yuan of treasure money to the master, just when I Huashan faction chatted with the people of Tibet, the master must not be too little." ”

watched Zhou Budo's brothers sing and harmonize, and heard "three hundred treasure money" again. Tang Tong and Boren froze with a smile on their faces, and recited another paragraph to stabilize their minds. Feeling that his mind had calmed down a little, Tang Tong and Boren opened his mouth and said: "Since Master Zhou knows that this is a grand event, why don't you help one or two? How can you shirk it like this? This is a great merit! If the real person of Guangning is alive, he will definitely not shirk this matter! Master Zhou still thinks about it, the friendship or resentment of millions of holy spirits in Tibet, which one does the Huashan faction need. Speaking of which, Tang Tong and Boren didn't bother to hide it, the chill in their eyes was simply penetrating

"I, the patriarch of the Huashan faction, Guangning Zhenren, is a master of Taoism, but he is not a great master of Buddhism, and he has nothing to do with your esoteric religion. My Huashan faction has received the support of the people of Guanzhong for generations, the splendid clothes on the body, the five grains and sorghum meat in the mouth, the three-foot green peak in the palm, and the vast mansion where the body lives, all of which are made by hundreds of people in Guanzhong at sunrise and sunset, and the blood and sweat are condensed. If I need to build bridges and pave roads in Guanzhong, my Huashan faction will open the treasury of the palace, but your Tibetan creatures worship your tantric monks, and the ghee, beef, and robes you eat are all anointed with oil and skin and meat for the Tibetan people to shepherd livestock. Since the master wants to make merits for Tibet, it is natural to use tantra and toast to accumulate wealth. Come to my Huashan faction, is the master in the wrong place?" Speaking of the back, Zhou Budo smiled, as if he was laughing at Tang Tong and Boren... (To be continued.) )