Buddhism is like a chicken and a dog jumping at the same time.
On the other side, Zhen Yuanzi has returned to Wuzhuang Temple.
As soon as he came back, he found Lin Xian.
"Marshal Tianpeng, didn't you say that Buddhism would deceive me, look at what this is?" Zhen Yuanzi showed the yellow map to Lin Xian with a proud look on his face.
Lin Xian's eyes flashed and he said nothing.
Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "I'm willing to admit defeat. Are you willing to lead your disciples and kill that Kunpeng with me?"
Lin Xian still did not speak, but reached out to take the yellow leather map from Zhen Yuanzi's hand and took a closer look.
The map shows a certain area in the Three Realms.
The marked place is called Sanhuan Mountain.
Lin Xian fell into deep thought. Did Buddhism really give up on Demon Master Kunpeng?
"Why, does the dignified Marshal Tianpeng want to regret it?" Seeing Lin Xian's hesitation, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but look cold.
Lin Xian then smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "Of course I will not go back on what I agreed to at the beginning. Since Lingshan has informed you of Kunpeng's whereabouts, I will naturally go with you to help kill Kunpeng, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that I think the bet between me and you, Brother Zhenyuan, is not over yet. I won't admit defeat," Lin Xian said.
Zhen Yuanzi rolled his eyes.
What do you mean, admitting defeat but not admitting defeat?
However, Lin Xian had already agreed to help him kill Kunpeng, so Zhen Yuanzi didn't think too much about it.
Immediately, Zhen Yuanzi ordered Qingfeng Mingyue to hold a banquet to entertain Lin Xian and everyone.
After drinking for three rounds, Lin Xian suddenly thought of something.
He quickly summoned Jin Chanzi to come to him.
"Master, what are your orders?" Jin Chanzi looked at Lin Xian.
Lin Xian said faintly: "Jin Chan, you and the black bear spirit, the yellow wind monster, and Ao Lie, the four of you, go and help me with something."
"What's up?"
Jin Chanzi looked suspicious.
Master, shouldn't he let them steal ginseng fruits at this time?
Lin Xian pondered for a moment, "The four of you go to Luojia Mountain. I guess Guanyin won't be here right now. Go and borrow some of her Yangzhi nectar."
Jin Chanzi suddenly looked strange.
Guanyin is not at home, "borrow" some of her poplar nectar?
Any fool knows what this means.
This borrowed word is used wonderfully.
Jin Chanzi's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly, "I understand, I promise to complete the task."
"Well, wait until the banquet is over before going, and try not to leave any clues."
Lin Xian warned.
Jin Chanzi chuckled, turned around and went to send a message to Black Bear Jing and Ao Lie.
Lin Xian remained calm. The nectar from poplar branches could nourish ginseng fruit trees. Even if the bet failed, he could exchange it for some ginseng fruits.
I am so smart.
The banquet is over.
Zhen Yuanzi walked up to Lin Xian.
"Marshal Tianpeng, it's time to hit the road." Zhen Yuanzi smiled, and he was full of expectations because he was about to find Demon Master Kunpeng.
"Wukong, go with me."
Lin Xian only called Sun Wukong, and the others stayed in Wuzhuang Temple.
If the Kunpeng Demon Master can be found, a big battle will inevitably occur. The Kunpeng Demon Master at least possesses the strength of a late-stage quasi-sage, and the others will be cannon fodder even if they go.
Of course Lin Xian wasn't worried either.
Zhen Yuanzi is the ancestor of the Earth Immortal. He has reached the pinnacle of quasi-sage cultivation and is one step away from becoming a saint. His strength cannot be underestimated.
Not long after Lin Xian and Zhen Yuanzi left Wuzhuang Temple.
Jin Chanzi took the black bear spirit, Ao Lie and the yellow wind monster, and while the breeze and the bright moon were not paying attention, they secretly left Wuzhuang Temple and flew towards Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.
Soon.
Jin Chanzi and the four of them arrived at Mount Luojia.
"Junior Brother Black Wind, Junior Brother Huang Feng, you are all Taiyi Golden Immortals, so Hui'an Walker Mu Zha and Elder Jinchi depend on you. Junior Brother Ao Lie and I are going to steal... Bah, let's borrow Yangzhi Manna. "
Jin Chanzi said.
Everyone was lurking in the clouds, peering into the purple bamboo forest below.
The black bear spirit and the yellow wind monster nodded one after another.
After a moment, they did not notice Guanyin's quasi-holy aura, and then the two of them disappeared and fled downwards.
The gate of Mount Luojia.
Jinchi is no longer as old as he once was. After his death in Guanyin Temple, Guanyin reshaped his body with willow leaves. Now he is just a young monk with a handsome face.
At this moment, he is holding a Zen staff, standing quietly, guarding the mountain for Guanyin.
When the black bear spirit saw this, he was slightly confused.
Even he couldn't have imagined that according to the original plan, it would be him, the Black Wind Monster, who was guarding the mountain here.
Now it has been replaced by Elder Jinchi.
Seeing an old acquaintance, Black Bear was in a weird mood.
Before the black bear spirit could react, the yellow wind monster waved its sleeves and displayed the divine wind power of Samadhi.
Suddenly yellow wind filled the sky and rocks flew everywhere.
Elder Jinchi was still there in a daze when he suddenly saw a large cloud of yellow sand rushing toward him and immediately waved his Zen staff to resist.
"Who dares to offend the Guanyin Empress's dojo?"
Jinchi shouted loudly, but the yellow sand was all over his eyes and he couldn't see clearly at all.
next moment.
A mace hit him hard on the back.
Jin Chi kicked his eyes and fainted.
The yellow wind monster takes back the yellow wind.
The black bear spirit also fell down, looking confused. This Jinchi was so unlucky.
Then the two of them dived in.
Outside the purple bamboo forest.
Muzha held his iron-mixing rod in both hands, closed his eyes tightly, and sat cross-legged in silence.
Mu Zha was not aware of the scene just now.
That Jinchi's cultivation level is not high, and Mu Zha's cultivation level is just that of a Jinxian.
The black bear spirit sneaked up, picked up the bear's paw, and slapped Mu Zha on the back of the head.
The force of this palm is terrifying, and it can give an average person a concussion.
Muzha was unable to defend himself and was knocked unconscious.
Huang Feng blinked his eyes.
Damn it, why does this scene feel so familiar?
I remember that when I was still the king of Huangfengling, I was knocked unconscious by a black bear spirit once.
He really didn't want to experience that feeling again.
It hurts so much.
Seeing Jin Chi and Mu Zha both burping, Jin Chanzi and Ao Lie also walked in.
"You two junior brothers have done a good job. I give you thirty-two likes." Jin Chanzi gave a thumbs up.
Immediately everyone acted separately to find Yangzhi Manna.
In the deepest part of the purple bamboo forest, a green weeping willow grows.
This weeping willow tree is crystal clear, exuding overwhelming spiritual energy, and has strands of Taoist charm flowing through it, which is strange and extraordinary.
If you cut it crosswise, you will definitely find it.
The weeping willow tree, which is only as thick as an arm, has endless growth rings.
The roots of the weeping willow grow in the spiritual pond, which is only one foot square.
Wisps of the essence of heaven and earth are absorbed by the willow leaves, transformed into crystal juice, and accumulated in the spiritual pool.
The spiritual pool also absorbs the energy of the earth and feeds back the weeping willows.
When Jin Chanzi arrived, he saw the pitiful little nectar of poplar branches at a glance.
Only in small quantities is precious.
You must know that Guanyin waves the willow branches, and every drop of nectar from the willow branches will revive the earth, and the flesh and bones of the living and dead will be revived.
"It turns out that this is how poplar nectar is produced."
Jin Chanzi's eyes were filled with light, and his gaze gradually moved from the nectar of the poplar branches to the weeping willow.
At the same time, he also walked forward step by step.
