A few days later, the monks on the plains basically recovered and began to gather in groups again. Those who had suffered losses began to reorganize. The first level of Jiuyou Immortal Mansion left a deep impression on them. The boundless tide of wild beasts caused huge losses. They didn't know what dangers there would be in the future. The most important thing was to strengthen their own strength.
At this moment, there was a soft whooshing sound, and two figures came to Cheng Ling and others.
"Master, is that you?"
"Hey, fellow Taoist Xie Feng, you are here too!"
Cheng Ling looked up and saw Zhang Hu and Song Yingjie falling in front, and said, "Why did you two guys come in too? You're lucky to be able to survive the tide of wild beasts unharmed."
Zhang Hu chuckled and said: "Of course we can't do it alone. We have to thank all the senior brothers and sisters from Junzifeng. If it weren't for their protection, we wouldn't be able to support it. Master, I haven't seen this armor of yours for a long time. Why?" Thinking of taking it out today."
Song Yingjie also said: "Yes, young master, if I hadn't seen this armor and couldn't guess your identity, I would call Senior Brother Jiang and Senior Sister Yin to come over."
Cheng Ling reached out to stop him, glanced at Qingya and others, and said, "Wait, it's not convenient for me to reveal my identity now, so don't tell them in a hurry."
Zhang Hu glanced behind him, understood immediately, and said: "But master, we want to work with you, and there is no way to trouble the senior brothers and sisters of Junzifeng. Without us two burdens, senior brother Jiang and the others will be more convenient."
Cheng Ling's spiritual consciousness swept over and found that the two boys were both in the middle stage of Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal and indeed needed protection. After thinking for a while, he said: "It's not convenient for me to come forward. You can tell them yourself."
Song Yingjie looked bitter and said: "Master, if you don't come forward, Senior Brother Jiang and others will definitely not trust us to act alone. What should we do?"
Xie Feng laughed and said, "That's all. If you just blame it on me, I'll definitely agree."
Zhang Hu's eyes lit up and he was about to go back to lobby when Cheng Ling said again: "Don't worry, your senior sister from Ziwei Peak is here, why don't you come with her, Yingjie and you, how should Qianjiang Peak explain it? "
Zhang Hu had a bitter look on his face, glanced at Lu Linlang in the distance, and said: "Senior Sister is too tough..., ah, no, I mean except for Senior Sister, the other senior brothers have not It should be more convenient for her to move alone when entering the palace."
Song Yingjie also said: "The senior brothers at Qianjiangfeng cooperate with each other tacitly. I'm afraid they will be happier without me as a burden."
Cheng Ling rolled his eyes and had nothing to do with these two people. He could only say, "That's it. You can go on your own. But it's better not to tell anything about them yet to save trouble."
"Yes, Master!"
The two agreed and went happily.
Xie Feng came to his side and asked: "Which sect has Brother Cheng joined now? It seems that the sects are not getting along well with each other."
Cheng Ling shook his head and said softly: "Brother Xie Feng misunderstood. I am now a disciple of Junzi Peak of Wuji Sect. There are deep conflicts between Buddhism and Taoism, making it inconvenient to get along with each other. However, the friendship between fellow disciples is still very good."
Xie Feng smiled and said: "The relationship network within the sect is complicated. I still like to be a casual cultivator. I can do whatever I want and have fewer worries."
Cheng Ling knew that Xie Feng had not had a good impression of the sect since the incident in the Shadow Demon Realm of the Demon Blood Continent. Although it had improved now, it was still difficult for him to open his heart and interact with strangers.
Not long after, the two boys returned happily without knowing what excuse they made. For them, being with Cheng Ling and Xie Feng was naturally more comfortable than being with the disciples at Junzifeng.
In this way, the number of people in Cheng Ling's team increased from five to eight. The four girls didn't have any objections to the newly joined Zhang Hu and Song Yingjie, and seemed not to care at all that the two boys' cultivation was holding the team back.
Cheng Ling glanced at Qing Ya gratefully, then turned to Xie Feng and said, "Brother Xie Feng, you know the Jiuyou Immortal Mansion better than we do. I'd like to trouble you to lead the way on how to go next!"
Xie Feng readily agreed and was about to leave when a burst of noise suddenly came from the other side. Cheng Ling raised his eyes and saw Chu Tianhe and others on one side and Buddhist disciples on the other side.
The two parties pointed at each other, with no one willing to give in. More and more monks gathered in the past. The Buddhist side is even more exciting, with men in black, tutuos, and bald monks.
Cheng Ling was confused and asked Qingya: "Qingya, I saw many Buddhist disciples dressed differently. Some were wearing uniforms, some were bald monks, and some were Toutu. What's going on? ?”
Qingya explained: "This is because all the people in Suiye Buddhism are Buddhist believers, and they look a bit mixed. But if you look carefully, you can still distinguish them. Those wearing uniform clothes are basically members of the eight tribes, and the costumes of each tribe are different. It’s different, you can tell by looking at the patterns on the outside of their clothes.”
"The people of the Mahologa tribe have tattoos on their clothes with human heads and snake bodies, or snake heads and bodies. The tight ribs are musical instruments, the Garuda ribs are the Garuda, and the Asura ribs are two crossed axes. The tattoo on Da Po is an incense burner.”
"The most terrifying pattern on Yaksha's clothes is that of a head with very long fangs. The patterns on the dragons' bodies are all kinds of dragons. As for the last celestial beings, there are no patterns on their clothes, just the color of their clothes. It’s basically golden brown.”
Cheng Ling curled up his lips, golden color with a dragon tattoo? The ambitions of Broken Leaf Buddha Country are not small! He thinks he is some kind of real dragon emperor.
"As for the tutu, they are often lay disciples who practice Buddhism. They have no sect or influence to back them up, and their clothes are very simple. Monks are different. They have a higher status and generally refer to those who have a certain level of cultivation. Monks, who have sworn orders and ordination orders, are often supported by believers, and have a high status in the Buddhist country."
Cheng Ling suddenly realized, glanced at the four girls, and asked: "Then what's going on with you? Are you considered a monk?"
Qingya's face turned red and she said: "Our Fanhua Temple is different from the Suiye Buddhist Country. The bhikshuni in the Suiye Buddhist Country are all monks and are not allowed to kill animals, eat meat, get married, or get involved in the world of mortals."
"The founder of Fanhua Temple once said: In the heart and mouth of the Buddha, everything in the world is empty. Only its emptiness can accommodate all things. Everything has a certain number and there is no need to force it. Therefore, Fanhua Temple does not have many rules. Never force it, if you become a monk, you can practice it; if you are not a monk, you can dress up as a layman."
"Oh, I see, I roughly understand it! So the people in Bodhi Temple and Zending Mountain are all monks?"
"Most of Bodhi Temple are monks, and there are only a few lay disciples who lead the practice. As for Chanding Mountain, this sect is very strict and very few people go out. According to the master, it is mostly lay disciples."
Zhang Hu curled his lips, obviously not interested in Buddhism, and said: "There are still eminent monks who are greedy for the world of mortals. Even if they shave their heads and have their wedding scars, I think they are still drunken monks."
Xie Feng and Song Yingjie couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing.
The fourth Qingya girl frowned, but he was talking about a monk, and there was no conflict with Fanhua Temple, so it was hard to get angry.
Cheng Ling glared at him fiercely and lectured: "Keep your mouth shut. Don't come here without opening your mouth. Haven't you seen so many monks here? If there is any conflict, I won't skin you!"
Zhang Hu shrank his neck and said with a grimace: "Yes, master!"
Everyone smiled, and the four Qingya girls also showed a smile, and the previous unhappiness immediately disappeared.
On the other side, the conflict seemed to be getting more and more intense. Chu Tianhe led several junior brothers and sisters to fight with the Buddhist disciples.
Cheng Ling walked over with Xie Feng, Zhang Hu, and Song Yingjie on the basis that we all belong to the Taoist sect and we should be concerned about some things. As for the four Qingya girls, it was naturally not easy for them to go together.
When they arrived at the center of the commotion, they saw several disciples from both sides fighting. Chu Tianhe was standing in the center, holding a scimitar in his hand, looking coldly at a bald monk opposite.
The monk was dressed in gray robes, holding a short stick in his hand. His long eyebrows drooped over his eyelids. His face looked slightly pale, and his back was slightly bowed. He looked old and not at all as young as he looked.
"Amitabha, donor, these demon pills are the trophies of the poor monks and others, why are you coming forward to fight for them?"
Chu Tianhe cursed angrily: "Fart, these desolate beasts were obviously killed by my junior brother and the others. Don't think you can confuse right and wrong by occupying a large number of people. They are a group of parasites who deceive the world and steal their reputation. If they don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Donor, since you are obsessed with it, you are offended."
With a cold snort, the monk suddenly straightened up. But with this move, the original old look disappeared immediately. In the eyes of everyone, it seemed to have become a hundred-foot peak. He held his right hand and moved the eyebrow-length stick horizontally, and then he took a stance.
"Fuck, this monk is okay. He has a bigger temper than me. He plans to use force to solve the problem after saying a few words. Is he a fake?" Cheng Ling cursed in his heart, hoping that Chu Tianhe would teach him a lesson. He paused.
Chu Tianhe's eyes narrowed, and the sword in his right hand shook suddenly, and the sharp sword energy burst out. In just an instant, it turned into an illusory sword light that was more than three feet long and struck down heavily towards the monk! He felt resentful and angry at the monk's arrogance and sudden attack. Therefore, without any reservation, he brought his sword intention to its peak, as if cutting into pieces the space.
The sound of chissing was endless, and the sword energy surged around. The monks around him retreated unconsciously, and released protective shields to block the sword energy outside.
The monk's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect that the opponent's sword was so powerful, and it completely enveloped his body as soon as it made contact. The long stick rose up and turned into dozens of stick shadows, heading towards the falling sword light.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The sound of rapid fighting was heard. Chu Tianhe was holding a top-notch middle-grade immortal weapon in his hand. He didn't know what kind of material the monk's long stick was made of. It resisted several sword attacks without any damage.
But in the end, Chu Tianhe's sword was slightly stronger. Although he blocked the continuous sword attacks, he still retreated several feet. Murderous intent flashed in the monk's eyes, and his heart instantly became violent. The long stick in his hand danced rapidly. After a moment, it suddenly exploded and hit Chu Tianhe hard!
