Seeing that the two refused the invitation, Shakyamuni Buddha did not have the slightest look of surprise and anger on his face, looked at Zhu Bajie and the three of them indifferently, and laughed harmoniously: "The two donors have a relationship with the poor monks, or take refuge in my Buddha, and it is better to stay here!"

Zhu Bajie saw that the thief of Sakyamuni Buddha was not dead, and he couldn't help but be secretly angry in his heart, when he traveled to the west, the saints had agreed in the Bajing Palace, and after the journey to the west, the three of them returned to the sect, and the Buddhism must not be hindered in the slightest.

Although he was angry in his heart, he didn't show any on his face, and replied with a flat expression: "Thank you Buddha for your kindness! It's just that the three poor Daoists have no intention of changing to the teacher, and now that the journey to the west is over, the three poor Dao are about to leave!"

The movements were crisp and neat, without the slightest hesitation, and there was no slightest intention for Shakyamuni Buddha's solicitation.

Seeing that the three of them were leaving, Shakyamuni Buddha was willing, and the five members of the scripture study team ran three at once, which made the face of the Buddha Gate where to put it?

Zhu Bajie saw that Shakyamuni Buddha wanted to use the coercion of his quasi-saint mid-stage to coerce the three of them to take refuge, and he couldn't help but be furious, and the three of them struggled to use all the mana in their bodies to resist the coercion under this pressure like the fury tide of the sea.

Zhu Bajie reluctantly raised his head, looked at the Shakyamuni Buddha on the golden lotus throne and said angrily: "Buddha, what do you mean by this? Do you have to ignore the agreement of the saints and force the three poor people to stay here?"

Shakyamuni Buddha's expression was fixed, but when he heard the word 'all saints', a trace of unnaturalness flashed on his indifferent face, but he covered it up quite well, and the trace of unnaturalness was his fast luck, and he was not discovered by everyone.

Still indifferently with a fat face, he smiled slightly: "The poor monk has no other intentions, it is really three Taoist friends who have a fate with my Buddha, and I want to leave the three Taoist friends to achieve the golden body and positive fruits, enjoy immeasurable blessings, and immeasurable calamities are not bad, but it is a good intention!"

How did Zhu Bajie look at the fat smiling face of Shakyamuni Buddha and how he wanted to give a punch and beat him into a pig's head, at this time, when he heard his words, he was so angry that he almost jumped up and scolded, but fortunately he did not lose his senses, knowing that this is someone's territory, if he falls out, he will definitely not have the good fruit of his own people to eat.

However, Rao was like this, he didn't give Shakyamuni Buddha any good face, he had a cold pig face, and said coldly: "Buddha, the poor road will be the last time, I think the Buddha is not a stupid person, you should be able to understand the meaning of my old pig's words! The three poor people have their own teachers, thank the Buddha for his kindness! Hmph!"

After speaking, he raised his head proudly and stared straight at the Shakyamuni Buddha who was faintly blue on the golden lotus.

When Shakyamuni Buddha saw Zhu Bajie so ignorant, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and when he heard the sarcasm in his words, he couldn't help but turn pale.

Thinking of him as a quasi-saint, he invited the three of them several times, but the three of them didn't even think about it, and rejected him without the slightest hesitation, which made him angry, and the pressure on his body was like the waves of the Yangtze River, and he pressed down on the three of them wave by wave, and at the same time spoke out, carrying the method of Tianlong Zen chanting, and reciting the scriptures.

With the sound of Sanskrit sounds, the heaven and the earth give birth to a vision to coincide with it, the golden light in the sky is magnificent, a golden light curtain is lit up, a little bit of mist falls like raindrops, the virtual image of the dragon Babu faintly appears around the body to guard, and the relics are like a round of bright light shining above the head.

Sakyamuni Buddha's full performance of the dragon chanting into the ears of the three people, Zhu Bajie three of the Yuan Shen shocked, involuntarily fell into the illusion of the structure of the Buddha Shakyamuni, from the depths of the Yuan Shen came an impulse, from then on the green lantern ancient Buddha, take refuge in Shakya, fortunately, although the three of them are not high in mana, but the Yuan Shen is extremely condensed, for a time will not fall immediately.

Shakyamuni Buddha looked at the three people below with sudden compassion on their faces, and suddenly reacted indifferently, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he used his cultivation in the middle stage of the quasi-saint to cast the Heavenly Dragon Brahma Singing to transform the three immortals who had not even attained the Great Luo Dao Fruit, if he failed, then he should not be the leader of the Buddhist sect, just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

With the continuous sound of Sanskrit, Zhu Bajie and the three of them have already seen sweat on their foreheads, and the resistance to Sanskrit singing in the Yuan Shen is getting weaker and weaker, and I believe that as long as it is not long after, they will be completely transformed by Sakyamuni Buddha and take refuge in Buddhism from the bottom of their hearts.

Just when the three of them were about to exhaust their mana and were about to be transformed, they only heard a burst of clear laughter coming slowly, which fell into the ears of Shakyamuni Buddha but was extremely harsh, making him change color: "Hahahaha! Fellow Daoist of Burning Lamps, why are you still so ungrown, a master of the middle stage of the quasi-saint stage, he actually made a move on a few people who had not attained the Great Luo Dao Fruit." ”

As the words fell, the space in the center of the hall suddenly rolled up to both sides like two door curtains, and a white-clothed and white-haired Taoist walked out of it, his eyebrows were white, and he was holding a nine-colored dust with a multicolored glow looming in his right hand.

Dressed in white, his handsome face looks like he is only in his twenties, which does not match his white hair at all, but there is a strange charm when combined.

As soon as Ling Xiao came out, he couldn't help but Shakyamuni Buddha's color changed, and even several other Buddhas in the hall who were quite high in cultivation also changed their complexions.

Different from the change of expression of Shakyamuni Buddha and others, Ling Xiao's words fell into Zhu Bajie's ears, waking the three of them from the illusion like rolling thunder, completely removing the Sanskrit sound from their minds, and making the three of them breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Zhu Bajie and the three of them also knew that the people who supported them were coming, and they and others returned to the division, and there was no one to stop them.

Shakyamuni Buddha deserved to be the master of a faction, and quickly regained his indifferent expression, as if he had not heard the sarcasm in Ling Xiao's words.

got up and left the Jiupin Golden Lotus, slowly walked to Ling Xiao's side with his hands folded and said: "Amitabha, Ling Xiao's fellow Daoist, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, Brother Dao has always been good?"

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, returned the salute, and said lightly: "Thankful Daoist Hongfu, the poor Dao has always been very good, but it is not as good as the Daoist friend who has now become the master of a sect, commanding the entire Buddhist sect, so that the poor Dao is really envious!"

Although Shakyamuni Buddha hated Ling Xiao to death in his heart, he was smiling at this time, and said with a smile: "Daoist friends praise falsely, but the poor monks still envy Daoists so carefree, unlike poor monks who have been entangled in mundane affairs for thousands of years, and even their cultivation has fallen, which is really lamentable!"

Ling Xiao shook his head slightly, too lazy to talk nonsense with the lamp, and went straight to the point at the moment: "Since Daoist friends are busy with teaching affairs, then the poor Dao will not bother much, farewell!" Turning to look at Zhu Bajie and the three of them, he smiled and said: "Three Daoists, I'll wait to go!"

Zhu Bajie and the three of them were overjoyed when they heard this, and hurriedly bowed and said, "I have seen Senior Brother [Daojun], and Senior Brother Lao personally came to pick it up." ”

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, didn't say much, and turned around to take Zhu Bajie and the three away.

At this moment, Shakyamuni Buddha behind him suddenly spoke up and said, "Lingxiao Daojun stays!"

Ling Xiao turned to look at Shakyamuni Buddha not far away, and said jokingly, "Do you have anything else to say to Poor Dao?"

Looking at Ling Xiao with a playful expression on his face, Shakyamuni Buddha couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp for a while, just for the sake of the reputation of Buddhism, he had to bite the bullet and said: "If Daojun wants to leave, the poor monk will not dare to stop him, but the three of them have a fate with my Buddhism, and ask Brother Dao to leave the three of them!"

Ling Xiao smiled mockingly: "What if the poor road doesn't leave you behind?"

Shakyamuni Buddha stiffened his head and said indifferently: "That's only done once!"

When Ling Xiao heard this, he couldn't help but snort coldly, stepped out, and instantly came to the three of Zhu Bajie, his left hand shook his big sleeve, and the cuff was like a cosmic black hole, and before the three of Zhu Bajie and Shakyamuni Buddha could react, the three of them were included in their sleeves.

After taking the three of them away, Ling Xiao turned around proudly, looked at Shakyamuni Buddha and sneered: "Burning Lamp Daoist, let's make a move, let Poor Dao see what progress you have made in the past thousands of years in Buddhism!

With his hands behind his back, a proud momentum surged out, not inferior to the coercion of the saint, and instantly suppressed the monks in the Great Lei Yin Temple.

Although his momentum is so powerful that even the Buddha can suppress it, there is one person who is not afraid of his coercion, and slowly stands up from the lotus platform under his coercion, stretches out his hand and points to the top of his head, and a twelve-story treasure appears out of thin air, hanging down the golden light of the Dao Dao to protect himself: "Lingxiao Dao Jun is going to be rampant! The poor monk came to ask for Dao Jun Dafa!"

Stretching out his hand to the top of his head, he pointed to the top of his head, and the leading treasure tower rotated rapidly, radiating twelve golden Buddha lights, twelve kinds of various Buddha lights blended with each other above his head, weaving into a huge net covering the sky, and his head fell towards the top of Ling Xiao's head, and at the same time he jumped up from the lotus throne and smashed it fiercely with the leading treasure tower.

As soon as Ling Xiao saw this person, he immediately recognized that it was the incarnation of Amitabha Buddha, the Treasure King of Light, and immediately snorted coldly, retracting his momentum: "Treasure King of Light, the poor Dao is looking for you to calculate the cause and effect of hurting my people, and now you run out by yourself, it's better!"

I didn't see him use the magic weapon, stretched out his left hand, and his index finger and middle finger were like a sword, pinched a Heavenly Sword Technique, swiped it to the top of his head, and shot out a crescent-shaped white sword qi from his fingertips, instantly tearing apart the golden net of Buddha light in the sky.

Tearing up the Buddha net, Ling Xiao waved the nine-song dust in his hand, and the nine-colored dust silk rose against the storm, like the angry waves rolling endlessly, faintly faint, and he was about to brush the face of the Buddha of the Treasure King of Light.

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