After the mail truck left, Baipao breathed a sigh of relief and stood silently on the left side of Blackpao, looking at the monk not far away.
The strong man in red robe on the bridge was still confronting the severed hand.
For a while, the scene fell into a stalemate.
"Amitabha."
"The two benefactors, Black and White, are still so violent after so many years."
The monk smiled, but his eyes gradually turned cold: "And the poor monk is a little curious, who gave you the confidence to actually fight me!"
"Oh, everyone's strength is not at its peak."
"The stronger the strength, the further the level falls. Are we still stuck in the good old days?"
Bai Wuchang sneered, raised the mourning stick in his hand high, and shouted: "Make money at the first sight!"
Then, the mourning stick made from the leg bones suddenly vibrated, and then a shadow of the mourning stick appeared in the sky, but this shadow was dozens of times larger than normal, like a long stick holding up the sky.
Hei Wuchang also took a step forward with a cold face: "Peace in the world!"
As the voice fell, the chain in his hand fell to the ground like a snake and squirmed towards the monk.
The middle-aged man in red robe, who was resisting his arms with all his strength, took advantage of a short gap to write the word "reward" in the void!
The word "reward" turned into two rays of light and was attached to the mourning stick and the chain.
The monk's expression was slightly solemn, and the cloth bag suddenly expanded, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the falling mourning stick.
Chains shuttled across the ground and were about to wrap around his feet.
At the critical moment, a phantom of Buddha suddenly appeared behind him, shrouding it and blocking the chain.
The scene reached a stalemate again.
"Oh, I think it is Maitreya Bodhisattva who is here in person."
"What I didn't expect was a clone."
"The main body is still sleeping, right?"
"You old bald donkeys can always find some loopholes if you can do research."
Bai Wuchang said with a sneer, and then the mourning stick increased its strength again and kept pressing down.
Maitreya Bodhisattva's expression remains unchanged, as if there is always a smile on his face: "I am a compassionate Buddha, and I will naturally have mercy on believers."
"As for your underworld, it has always been just hanging on."
"If it weren't for that person, would you have survived until now?"
"Just a dog kneeling in front of others."
Bai Wuchang's expression instantly turned gloomy: "Comparatively speaking, the biggest dogs should be you old bald donkeys!"
"I've never heard of anyone like you, shouting the name of your thigh every time before speaking."
"Amitabha?"
"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Bai Wuchang counterattacked without hesitation, and his hands were also non-stop.
Soon, the shadow of the mourning stick in the void finally couldn't bear the force and snapped.
But the bag also lost its stamina and fell back into the hands of Maitreya Bodhisattva.
The chains broke through the Buddha's light that surrounded him, but were repulsed by the force of the counterattack.
For a moment, it was a tie.
The only way to break the situation is for the middle-aged man in red robe... to win.
When the time comes, three against one.
Can...
Bai Wuchang looked back and saw that Hongpao, who was still asleep for the most part, was seriously beating his arm back and forth.
Look at this posture.
It may not be possible to determine the winner in a year and a half.
Fortunately, a finger was broken on that arm, which resulted in some loopholes in the attack. Otherwise, the red robe might not have been able to defeat him.
The monk apparently also discovered the problem.
Originally, he just accidentally discovered the sleeping place of the middle-aged man in red robe, so he invited an ally to come out to cause trouble.
Unexpectedly, support from the underworld came so quickly, leading to a deadlock.
Falling short of success.
"Bastard!"
"I should have killed it at all costs!"
Originally, in the eyes of everyone, he was just a little thing with some special abilities, not worth mentioning.
But after the gods and Buddhas fell asleep.
The role played by this little thing is so great.
It is like a monitor, and any disturbance cannot be hidden from its eyes. Therefore, whether it is the Buddha or the heaven, they are very careful in their layout, for fear that they will be eavesdropped and get some news.
As a result, the underworld, which originally seemed to be the weakest, continued to take the lead.
"Let's give it up today."
"But the cycle of cause and effect, a month later, we will do it again."
"It can be regarded as a gift for your recovery."
Maitreya Bodhisattva said with a smile, turned around and left, disappearing on the silent road.
After Maitreya left, a crack suddenly appeared behind the arm in the sky, and he got into the crack and left as well.
For a while...
Peace has returned here again.
After a while.
Hei Wuchang's tall figure suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground, his breath was very unstable.
"Hey, if you have to show off, it's cool."
Bai Wuchang glared at him, then helped him up.
"It's okay. I just recovered and my origin is a little unstable."
"Those bald donkeys in Lingshan are too shady."
"Seal me in a Buddha statue and constantly absorb my original power."
"If it weren't for the abnormality, I probably wouldn't be able to wake up."
Hei Wuchang said coldly, took a deep breath, and stood up straight with difficulty.
Bai Wuchang smiled bitterly, turned around, looked at the red robe on the bridge, and sighed: "We are actually pretty good, look at Lao Cui..."
"It's difficult for him to resuscitate."
"I hope there won't be any more accidents."
But Hei Wuchang was obviously not so optimistic and shook his head: "Maitreya is famous for being narrow-minded. Although I don't know how he managed to leave a clone in the outside world, his personality should be almost the same as his original body."
"He suffered a hidden loss this time, and he won't let it go."
"Although this old bald ass said he would do it again in a month, but with his insidious character, he would join forces with a few more people in half a month or even a week to kill someone."
"We also need to prepare in advance."
"Lao Cui sacrificed too much for us back then. If I couldn't protect him well, I wouldn't want to live in this world anymore."
"We old zombies like us should use our hands and feet."
Listening to Hei Wuchang's words, Bai Wuchang nodded, as if he was remembering something, and then looked at the somewhat dull red robe on the bridge, who picked up a book to read again, with a complicated expression: "Yes, Lao Cui paid. There are too many.”
"Get ready."
"A week is not safe. Who knows what the old bald donkey is planning secretly."
"In three days, come back and gather."
"Let's wait until Lao Cui recovers!"
"I don't believe it anymore. We couldn't defeat him before he fell asleep. After he wakes up, he starts over again. Who is afraid of who?"
"Even if I die, I have to bite off a piece of his flesh!"
Bai Wuchang's voice is very cold!
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