Suddenly a winter wind comes.
As dusk approached, snowflakes began to drift in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into heavy snow.
In the rough room, the firewood is burning, glowing with red light and making crackling sounds, which makes people feel peaceful.
Jiang Liu was wrapped in a down quilt, with only his head exposed. He took a few sips of broth and didn't enjoy it too much.
Sun Wukong and others sat beside the fire, speechless.
"Master's cultivation is higher than all of us."
"And get a duvet?"
The down is made from the plucked feathers of the duck demon that was killed earlier. It is impermeable to water and cannot be burned by ordinary fire. It is extremely luxurious.
Jiang Liu sipped the broth and said, "You don't understand. Cultivation means cultivating the mind."
"How to cultivate your mind? Become one with heaven and earth and feel the changes in heaven and earth."
"?"
"A bunch of rotten wood."
"When you're cold, you know how to put on some clothes; when you're hungry, you know how to eat; when you're full, you know what to think about."
"The Dao is me, and I am the Dao. I do whatever I want without violating the rules."
"I say thank you, teacher!"
The night was getting darker, the snow showed no signs of stopping, and the whistling sound continued all night long.
As the hour approaches, the morning glow reflects across the entire sky, creating an infinitely bright and beautiful scenery.
It adds a beautiful scenery to the snow-covered land.
The vast river was covered with a thick layer of ice.
Jiangliu's master and disciples were preparing to cross the river.
Sun Wukong is holding the horse, Zhu Bajie is carrying the burden, Jiang Liu is walking in the middle, and Black Bear is behind.
Walking to the middle of the Tongtian River, a crackling sound suddenly came from the surroundings.
Plop!
The rivers fell into the Tongtian River in unison.
"It doesn't matter. We were both caught by monsters again. The poor monk is not worried at all. It is Buddhism that is worried."
Senior Brother Sun Wukong is also used to it, "Okay, get ready to shake people."
The Inspiration Little Demon King was trained by Wu Yunxian. His mana and supernatural powers were greatly increased, and he was able to compete with Zhu Bajie and Black Bear who were not very productive.
Sure enough, within half a month, Buddhism became anxious.
He hurriedly sent Guanyin Bodhisattva to conquer the pet inspiration king in the lotus pond.
The sky reaches the bottom of the river.
Inspiration ran over in panic, "Your Majesty, it's not good, that bitch is here."
"Which bitch?"
"Bodhisattva! The one on Mount Luojia!"
"Your Majesty, why do you have nosebleeds again?"
"I'm fine, nothing happened."
"Let me go and meet the Bodhisattva in Luojia Mountain."
Wu Yunxian disguised Xuanmen's pure magic power as a demon wind and left the Tongtian River.
Guanyin was holding the bamboo basket and was about to gain inspiration. When she saw the black smoke rising up, she was stunned and said, "Wuyun Immortal?"
"This king is not the handsome and handsome Wuyunxian of Jiejiao Fengshen!"
"Call me poor... King of Dark Clouds!"
"Please also ask Master Wuyun... Your Majesty to release Jiang Liu and let him continue to learn scriptures."
Wu Yunxian's fiery eyes looked at Junior Brother Cihang in front of him unscrupulously, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... A man's heart is like a girl's body, there is nothing fake about it."
"You ask me to let it go, and I will let it go? I don't want to lose face?"
"If word gets out, how can this great king still hang out in the Tongtian River Basin?"
"If you can do it, don't make any noise."
Wuyunxian Taoist voice fell, and he picked up the Wuyun Hammer. The electric light surged and hit Guanyin.
Wu Yunxian, as early as when he was conferred the title of God to measure the calamity, was the peak cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian. After experiencing the years of great battles, he is now a quasi-late saint master who can kill two corpses.
It's very easy to deal with Guanyin without Lingbao.
The fight lasted less than two and a half rounds.
Then he saw that the blood on Guanyin's beautiful cheeks was gone, her lips were chapped, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her handsome forehead.
"What's wrong with Bodhisattva? Why is he so weak?"
"Not enough yin energy?"
"Is it possible that you just lost your Yuan Yin?"
Wu Yunxian was really right. The Yuan Yin that had just been cultivated was given to Wuzhuang Temple as compensation, and the vitality was injured and has not yet recovered.
Guanyin's face darkened as she listened to Wu Yunxian's teasing words.
"court death!"
"Angry?"
Wu Yunxian was mean in his words, but showed no mercy in his attacks, and his moves were sharp.
The battle lasted for more than a hundred rounds before he was captured alive by Wu Yunxian.
"Inspiration, take it back."
"It's the king!"
The news of Guanyin Bodhisattva's defeat quickly spread throughout the three realms.
Countless monks who dared to be angry but dared not speak out and were bullied by Buddhism were moved to tears, saying, "Buddhist Bodhisattvas will bully us weak monks."
"Buddhists are all paper tigers. They look powerful. Once they face the true immortals of Jiejiao, their true colors will be revealed in an instant."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, even the Buddhist Bodhisattva has been captured."
Looking to the south of Buzhou, a demonic cultivator who practices ketosis happily spreads a rumor, "Buddhist Guanyin Bodhisattva... is a female cultivator..."
"It fell into the hands of a very vicious demon, tsk tsk... Yuan Yin cannot be saved."
"Wucao! Who doesn't know that he is Cihang?"
"It was before reincarnation, but not now!"
"Exciting!"
The rumors stopped at the impediment, but the clever monks started spreading them widely.
In the three realms of prehistoric times, Western Buddhism has been suffering for a long time.
Buddhism, Daleiyin Temple.
The Joyful* Tathagata Buddha sat on the lotus throne with a gloomy expression, "Buddhas will remember this heavy day."
"The three thousand disciples of Buddhism will remember this heavy day!"
"Activate emergency plans overnight!"
"Summon the pharmacist, Ran Deng, Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and Sun Fo to come to Daleiyin Temple quickly to discuss matters!"
"We must not let the rumors come true! My Buddhist Yuan Yin cannot be lost!"
The medicine master is the direct disciple of Zhunti, who has been carefully trained by the West for many years. Today, the medicine master has reached the late stage of quasi-sage cultivation.
Ran Deng, Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and Fear Liusun relied on Buddhism's newfound luck to barely kill a corpse and became a quasi-sage.
The central strength of Buddhism is far superior to that of the Taiqing Human Sect and the Yuqing Chan Sect.
Facing Jiejiao, Duobao alone is enough to defeat the entire Buddhist sect!
The five quasi-sages of Buddhism sent troops to reach the Tianhe River.
The pharmacist looked sad and distressed, and when he saw Wu Yunxian, he said, "Junior brother Wu Yun, surrender, there are all Buddhist quasi-sages outside."
"Release Junior Brother Guanyin and Jin Chanzi quickly."
The corners of Wu Yunxian's mouth curved slightly, "Brother Medicine Master, surrender. There are all thugs outside. Quickly raise your hands and squat down with your head in your hands."
Pharmacist: "?"
The Buddhas looked up and saw lightning and thunder in the clouds above the sky. Wen Zhong led 25,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to surround the Buddha.
"Hey!" Zhao Gongming rode a black tiger, holding a newly refined golden whip, and swung it towards the Medicine Buddha.
"I want to hit ten! I want to hit ten! Please, just stand there and don't move. If you don't hit ten, ants will crawl all over you."
Medicine Buddha looked horrified, "Zhao Gongming? Wen Zhong? Your Heavenly Court has just given a loan to Buddhism, is it possible that you want to break the contract?"
"Breaking the contract? What kind of contract are you breaking?"
"What does it have to do with the Ministry of Finance to dispatch a mission to the Heavenly Court's thugs? It has nothing to do with the Loan Department."
"You lend yours, and I'll beat ours."
boom! boom!
Zhao Gongming's golden whip swept across, and the tyrannical storm of mana drove away Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and Fearful Sun.
"???"
"What hand spanking?"
Zhao Gongming threw out a list of agents, which clearly recorded:
Tongtianhe specially hired Zhao Gongming to fight for him, price: 1 low-grade innate spiritual treasure (limited time bonus: Wen Zhong and Lei Bu Tianjiang)
