Chapter 361: Chan Jiao also learned to blackmail

Style: Fantasy Author: Ci Ming WushuangWords: 2383Update Time: 24/01/10 11:17:44
King Chechi changed the customs clearance documents for Jiang Liu and others.

Jiang Liu and others were ready to set off.

The tiger, sheep, and deer immortals gritted their teeth and said, "You can't leave!"

"?Why?"

"Our teacher has arrived!"

Then he saw a stream of light falling from the sea of ​​clouds, surrounded by jade and fairy aura.

"I am Master Miao, the Qi Refiner of Kunlun Mountain!"

"Master, don't be afraid, let Lao Hei try his methods!" The black bear charged and ran over.

The bear's paw pushed gently and clicked.

The sound of Miao Zhenren's ribs breaking.

"Ah!" A cry of pain.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Xiao Bailong: "?? Zhenren Miao? It's really too watery."

"Disciples, let's go."

Master Miao endured the severe pain and sneered, "I'm afraid you can't leave!"

"? And why?"

"Because my teacher is already here!"

Above the nine heavens, a stream of light fell down from the sea of ​​clouds.

He is an immortal with immortal demeanor, "I am the Qi Refiner of Kunlun Mountain, Ren Zhenren."

"Master, don't be afraid, let Xiao Bailong know him!"

Half a moment later.

Jiang Liu was silent, "How do you write the word benevolence? Next to one person, one two."

"Disciples, let's go."

"I'm afraid you can't leave."

"Mad, is your teacher here too?"

"Fuck! Is this a stab at Chan Jiao's nest?"

I hit the young one, and then I got old.

"Isn't Chan Cult always strict in recruiting disciples?"

"Hu Lu Yang, how many generations of disciples are you three?"

"Haha, tell me, I'm afraid I'll scare you to death!"

"We are the eighteenth generation disciples of Chanjiao!"

"?"

Normally, Guangchengzi and others can be regarded as the first generation of Chanjiao and the second generation of Xuanmen. Guangchengzi's disciples are the second generation of Chanjiao, and his disciples are the third generation of Chanjiao... extending to the eighteenth generation.

"Damn, how many disciples has Chan taught?"

The power above the nine heavens is fierce.

Hu Luyang, Miao Zhenren, Ren Zhenren and more than a dozen immortal masters of the teachings knelt on the ground respectfully, "We pay our respects to the ancestor!"

"Ancestor?"

"Is it possible that Yuanshi Tianzun came in person?"

"Don't be shy!"

There was no setting poem, no vision of purple energy coming from the east.

Therefore, the immortal who came is the deputy leader of Chanjiao, the true immortal of merit and virtue, Yun Zhongzi.

"Teacher!" An old man lying on the ground said with tears in his eyes.

The Three Immortals of Tiger, Deer and Sheep shouted excitedly: "Master, Master, Master!"

Yun Zhongzi frowned slightly, "You...is this?"

"A kidney incident happened?"

Let the tiger, deer and sheep be in the country of Chechi. Yun Zhongzi never thought of letting these idiots stop the team of Buddhist scriptures from the beginning!

Yun Zhongzi frowned and sighed deeply, "It's not easy to injure so many disciples of Wu Chan."

"Call a Buddhist manager to come over."

Jiang Liu: "? Why do you need to call your parents for trivial matters?"

The pharmacist came on a cloud and looked at the group of Chan Jiao Immortals lying down. He was dumbfounded, "Senior Brother Yun Zhongzi?"

"Brother Yao, let's calculate the medical expenses and mental damage expenses."

"That's bullshit. You overestimated your capabilities and blocked the scripture-seeking team. Who will you blame if you get injured?"

"In ancient times, whoever had the biggest fist was qualified..."

boom! Buzz!

The quasi-sage Dzogchen Taoist rhyme of Yun Zhongzi burst out and locked onto the pharmacist.

The three precious jade Ruyi in the left hand, the Pangu flag in the right hand, the supreme murderous intention!

"Brother Yao, please think clearly before speaking."

"Brother Yun Zhongzi, misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding."

Jieyin and Zhunti received the message from the pharmacist, with anger on their faces, "Blackmail, this is blackmail!"

"I want compensation, but no!"

"Teacher, Yun Zhongzi is holding Saint Yuqing's Taoist Demonstration Spiritual Treasure and Pangu Banner, the ultimate treasure of killing... The disciple cannot defeat him."

"What about Ran Deng and the four great Bodhisattvas?"

"I can't seem to beat him."

"what to do?"

Zhunti looked angry, "I will personally go and meet Yun Zhongzi!"

Zhunti sacrificed the evil corpse and went to Chechi Kingdom.

A wisp of jade pure fairy energy stopped Zhunti Evil Corpse.

The Evil Corpse of Yuanshi Tianzun stopped Zhunti with a gloomy look on his face, "Oh? Saint Zhunti is going to break the rules himself?"

"Go to Zhunti Saint."

Jie Yin looked sad and distressed, "Junior brother, don't break the rules."

"Once the saint personally goes to break the tribulation, Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing will have the excuse to personally stop it."

"Taozu only gave me ten thousand years for Buddhism to flourish. If Sanqing personally intervenes to stop it, and there is a slight stalemate, it will take more than a thousand years. It will definitely delay the flourishing of Buddhism."

"Brother, what should we do?"

"For today's plan, there is only one way to go!"

"Pay for the medical expenses!"

"Senior brother, we can't compensate!"

"Then what else can be done?"

"It's bitter, it's so bitter."

Jie Yin and Zhunti tearfully cut off a million strands of luck to compensate.

In Yuxu Palace.

Yun Zhongzi came to return his message, "Teacher, Buddhism has paid millions of strands of luck to the teachings."

Yuanshi Tianzun's gloomy expression finally softened a bit.

"What? Blackmailing Buddhism, Yuanshi Tianzun doesn't even want his face?"

How much is the dough worth?

Can it be eaten as a meal?

I don’t know since when, the ancient monks began to lose their moral virtues and lose their dignity.

I don’t know who started this evil trend.

If you can't beat it, just join.

I have to say that Yuanshi Tianzun felt indescribably happy when he saw the fortune brought by blackmail and the powerful fortune of Chanjiao!

"It's so delicious!"



Return to the westward journey.

Jiang Liu and others left Chechi Country.

Continue all the way west. (I haven’t seen it, I really haven’t)

Spring passes and autumn comes, autumn passes and spring comes.

It’s another Kun year.

Jiangliu walked together to a big river.

The name of the river is Tongtian.

"It's getting late. Let's find a place to stay first and cross the river tomorrow."

Beside the Tongtian River, there are several villages, the largest of which is called Chenjiazhuang.

Master Jiang Liu and his disciples moved into Chenjiazhuang.

And at the same time.

The sky reaches the bottom of the river.

The Dark Cloud Demon King was sitting on the throne, his face flushed.

The little goldfish Inspiration Xiao Wang on the side is telling stories vividly.

"Your Majesty, when I was inspired by the lotus pond in Luojia Mountain, I really saw her. She took off her monk's clothes, and her eyes were blurred and filled with layers of mist."

"Keep teasing the lotus stamens."

The King of Inspiration has an excellent memory and described the shape of the lotus stamens accurately.

I even remember the size of the lotus pods on the lotus stamens clearly.

Wu Yunxian has practiced Taoism for countless Yuanhui. He really has a long posture... Oh, I don't know.

"Cihang...junior brother...he is really reincarnated as a female cultivator..."

"Even...the desire has changed."

"Oh, what a hardship to Junior Brother Cihang."

"Your Majesty, you have a nosebleed, please restrain yourself."

"Nonsense! This great king is so upright, how can he think of dirty things?"

"Ah? When did the little demon say that the king wanted to do something dirty?"

"A tough talk?"

"Don't dare."

Wuyunxian was surrounded by the quasi-sage Dzogchen mana, trying hard to calm his Taoist heart.

"The scripture collection team has arrived at Tongtian River?"

"I've moved into Chenjiazhuang."

"Can!"

"Let it snow, let's see what I do."

"It's the king!"

Inspiration Xiao Wang ran to cloth snow.

Wu Yunxian sat where he was, and images of self-comfort emerged in his consciousness, "Alas."

"After practicing hard for hundreds of millions of years, I have reached the state of quasi-sage perfection. It is too difficult to make progress. I am a poor Taoist... I should find a Taoist partner."