Text] Chapter 399: The Golden Body of the Five-Big

? After a command, everyone turned around and started boarding the bus.

Murong Zhuifeng and I led the white wolf to our car.

"Fuck, you have a good memory." King Kong Pao opened the car door and sat in the driving position. He turned around and looked at Murong Zhuifeng and Bailang in the rear seats. Bailang had been in the car several times before, and every time he was on the left side of the rear row. It had already remembered that position, so as soon as Murong Zhuifeng opened the car door, it jumped on its own.

"Wipe your mouth." I frowned and looked at the King Kong Cannon.

"Old Yu, don't be polite after you go, just lie down." King Kong Pao raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth. This habitual action brought Murong Zhuifeng's eyes.

"You can't move too hard." I frowned. Lu Chunyang once told me that we can't fight hard and only have to fight in literature. I have to make plans in advance for the specific way of fighting in literature. If you don't have a long-term plan, you will have immediate worries. It's better to plan in advance than to make a temporary and hasty decision.

"I can't help but not do anything. Last time I came to make someone foolish people, but I can't let it go no matter what." King Kong Cannon moved the car and turned it out of the hotel gate.

"What the fourth brother said makes sense." Murong Zhuifeng nodded and agreed to the statement of the King Kong Cannon. She was mean and sharp and extremely revengeful. Last time we led the crowd to recruit people step by step, lost the Minghong sword, cracked the soul-determining cover, lost three golden armored zombies, and offended a large group of people. This Zen master sat high on the Diaoyutai and used us as chess pieces. It is no exaggeration to say that the second visit to Jiuhua Mountain was a great humiliation of my Ziyang Temple. Murong Zhuifeng naturally wanted to find his face.

I nodded without saying anything. I thought the same as them. Although I couldn't go out of this time, I wouldn't sit and talk nonsense from there. Since I have three days of Jinxian cultivation, I will have a three-game battle with him. Winning two games is a win, and there is no bet.

The reason why I don't set bets is because this time I went to a purely controversial battle of reputation. He won glory for Buddhism and I stood up for Taoism. The victory or defeat of the two determines the future status of Buddhism and Taoism. This is actually the biggest bet. No one can afford to lose such a big bet, because whoever loses is the sinner of this sect, and whoever loses will be completely disgraceful.

"By the way, will that old thing run away?" King Kong Pao's thinking was quite scattered, and he would quickly say whatever he thought of.

"He is in the Netherworld Zen Temple." I snorted coldly. The Great Dao Golden Immortal could clearly feel the existence of the colorful energy. This feeling is different from the qi-observing technique, it is purely a kind of spiritual sensing.

"Did you think about how to deal with him?" King Kong Cannon drove the car onto the avenue, and there were more pedestrians on the street. He was very curious about such a swaying convoy and the spray-painted lines on the body, and he raised his feet and pointed his fingers and waited.

"I have my own idea. You just need to keep your mouth shut. Don't let him know that I only have three days of Golden Immortal cultivation." Although I was talking about 'you', I was watching the Vajra Cannon, because Murong Zhuifeng would not have any problems.

"Don't fuck that useless heart," King Kong Cannon waved his hand carelessly, "Have you figured out what tricks you did?"

"I am going to fight him for three battles, the first one is the sutras and treatises that debate Buddhism and Taoism, the second one is the level of magic, and the last one is a comprehensive competition." I pondered for a moment and said my thoughts.

"What does the comprehensive competition mean?" King Kong Pao asked in confusion.

"It's just to ask each other's problems and see who can't solve them." I tried to explain briefly.

"You ask him to get my Minghong sword back." King Kong's eyes rolled, thinking that he was thinking.

"What if he asked Xiaojiu to find Xuanyuan Sword?" Murong Zhuifeng shook his head and said. What she meant was that if I deliberately made things difficult for Zen Master **, Zen Master ** would also make things difficult for me as usual.

"Don't worry, I've thought about these details, and there won't be similar situations at that time." After I said that, I closed my eyes and stopped talking. Jiuhua Mountain is about to be around. I must sort out the scriptures and allusions in my mind, because the first game was a debate scripture, and to put it bluntly, it's a war of verbalism to see who can tell the other party down.

It took a short time for dozens of miles to arrive. As expected, a large number of good people who heard the news gathered at the foot of the mountain. I made great efforts along the way to attract the attention of these people. These idle people who have good things will be the best witness and referee of our battle. In the future, we will spread the results of the battle through the mouths of these people.

Thirty-six disciples led the way left and right to block the crowd. I walked in front with the whisk in my hand, and Bai Lang's angrily on the left. Three personal disciples followed closely behind. The Vajra Cannon and Murong Zhuifeng, who was pushing the day rain, were in the tail.

"What a big show, I wonder if you have any real skills?"

"It's not reliable to do things without any hair, I don't like him."

"Looking at what he was wearing was like a big show, gimmicks, hype, and wanted to become famous and crazy, and even made a cripple push..."

The last sentence made me stop. I could ignore doubts, but I could not ignore insults. Bai Tianyu was my eldest disciple of Ziyang Temple. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be the next head of Ziyang Temple. His physical disability has always been a part of my heart. This person dared to speak rudely in person. If I didn't give punishment, I wouldn't be able to swallow my tone.

"I came here today to find an opportunity to reveal the true faces of you sensational Taoist monks." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a suit. He was not fair in appearance, but his momentum was fierce. "What do you think? Now it is a society ruled by law, and my ark...Oh..."

I turned around and left the middle-aged man who had been transformed from my clothes and walked again. This kind of person who regarded himself as an anti-counterfeiting guard is truly a sensationalist. Not to mention Ark, even if Noah comes, I have to teach him a lesson.

There were endless laughter coming from behind. Although the voices were noisy, no one dared to slander them anymore. Strength was always the prerequisite for respect, and the rest were nonsense.

When I came to the Netherworld Zen Temple, I now have restored my original appearance. None of the walled monk's halls has changed, no difference is the same. There is only one reasonable explanation for this situation, that is, all these were restored by Zen Master ** using Buddhist supernatural powers.

The gate of the Netherworld Zen Temple was opened after I stood still. Zen Master ** and his disciple Luo Guan came out. Zen Master ** has now developed a body, which is no different from his previous body. The red and yellow great master robes are slanted on his body, stepping on clouds and monks' shoes, holding ebony Buddhist beads in his hands, three thousand worries are gone, eight hundred water and valleys are exhausted, the silkworm's eyebrows cover their eyes and the cow's mouth and nose contain power, and the solemn and compassionate face of a great monk.

"Amitabha." The monks stood in a certain position, and Zen Master ** spoke first. Although the sound of the Buddha's name was not loud, it also overwhelmed the noise and noise of those who watched the fun, making everyone quiet instantly.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord." I stepped forward and returned the respect. Looking at the great monk with a solemn treasure in front of me, I was not calm. Once upon a time, the other party broke my soul with the heavenly soul wandering outside. Now I can fight on the same stage with him. Even though my current cultivation is given by Chun Yangzi and cannot be possessed for a long time, I cannot obliterate my hard work. The world is so great and there are so many Taoists. The reason why Lu Chunyang chose me is enough to show that I am very different from other people in the Taoist practice.

"Amitabha Buddha, the real man is a strange resource, and can be glad to achieve enlightenment through the emptiness." The Zen Master ** sang the Buddha's name with his hands together. Although he said congratulations, he did not mean to let me enter the temple. As for the real man, he called me because he was not a Taoist sect, so he naturally did not need to follow Taoist rules. For people from the outside world, the real man is the most polite name to Taoist priests.

"The Master Wuliang Tianzun, the master's Buddhist teachings are profound and colorful. How dare the mere rice pearl of Chengfengzi shine before the bright moon?" I said with a whisper, and the irony contained in my words was fully displayed. I am here to fight, not to reminisce about the past, and to talk about the useless and meaningless things.

"Amitabha." The Zen Master ** saw that I could not speak with my words and could only recite the Buddha's name again.

"The master's supernatural powers and magical methods can tell the heaven and earth, the front and the back, but I don't know what Chengfengzi is from here?" I looked at me and looked at the reality and reality.

"Amitabha, please tell me clearly." Zen Master ** finally showed a deep thought. This scene made me very happy. Monk **, there are times when you don't know it!

"Wuliang Tianzun, I am here to thank you for your kindness. One is to thank the master for sending his deceased wife's soul into the underworld, and the other is to thank the master for his previous gratitude for the Nine Bureaus." Although I chanted the slogan, I did not recall it, but instead raised my head with my head on my back. Speaking of this, the fool also knew that this was a revenge.

"The real person has already returned to the real world. Why do you obsess with the worldly affairs?" Zen Master ** asked with a frown.

"This is my nature, and I am not an ungrateful person." I sneered. Every person who values ​​friendship will hold grudges, because it is because of the good memory of this person. Naturally, people with good memory will not only remember good things, but they must also remember bad things clearly. But at this moment, my words are truly a slander, which means telling ** that I am here to take revenge, don't worry about peaceful resolution.

"Fuck, I've been bragging for a long time. Will I be beaten?" At this moment, a shout came from the crowd watching. There were quite a few people around the Netherworld Zen Temple, at least 500. However, there were not many real Taoist or Buddhist believers among these people. Most of them were watching the fun, and those who watched the fun were afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

"Call it quickly, stop being slow..."

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful that the bull-nosed Taoist priest peels off your clothes..."

"I opened the plate and came here to take a gamble if I were interested. The Taoist priest compensated one, and the monk paid four..."

"Amitabha, the pure land of Buddhism, don't make loud noises." The Zen Master ** frowned and chanted the Buddha's name, trying to suppress the situation that was about to lose control.

"Master **, I want to set three games with you this time, to get old grievances in the past and see the superiors and inferiors of Buddha and Taoism." When I saw the time was ripe, I stopped hesitating and directly challenged me. After careful consideration, I first set the number of three games, and then raised my personal grievances to the height of the reputation of Buddha and Taoism, forcing him to respond.

"Amitabha, the Buddha's mercy is so compassionate that I can't stand the war again..." **'s words were interrupted by a booing voice in the middle.

"Master, please rest assured. I will never hurt people's lives in these three games, nor will I use it." I spoke again.

"Amitabha, what are the so-called three games?" Zen Master ** frowned and spoke.

His words made me feel happy, and the old guy finally answered...


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