"It seems that the Taoist Master is determined to intervene in this matter."
The temperament of the Jingtan envoy suddenly changed, and he was filled with a fierce aura that was unique to monks.
Chu Feng didn't care at all. He thought that in the world of Journey to the West, a poor Taoist can torture you, a pig, to death. In the world of The Legend of White Snake, he can do the same. What happened to the Jingtan Messenger? Don't think that if you put on a vest, a poor Taoist can't torture you. is you.
"snort"
The power of the Golden Immortal erupted from the Jingtan Envoy, like a blue dragon rising out of the sea, and struck Chu Feng with a loud bang.
Chu Feng was fine. The poor pavilion collapsed on the spot, the four straight pillars were broken inch by inch, and the teapot on the stone table turned into pieces. Jigong, who was about to reach out to take it, froze there with a touch of embarrassment on his face.
"Marshal Tianpeng, you have done well after joining Buddhism. You are already a Golden Immortal. But why do you think there is something wrong with you, a Golden Immortal?"
The uninjured Chu Feng stretched out his hand, waved the dust in front of his nostrils, and said with a smile.
Hearing the words Marshal Tianpeng, the Jingtan messenger smiled bitterly in his heart. In the past few hundred years, this was the first time someone called him Marshal Tianpeng. Although it was a joke, it was really the first time. Before participating in the Journey to the West, he also called him Marshal Tianpeng. He had his own temple, and he could absorb the power of faith from time to time. Since he became the envoy of the Buddhist sect, he even lost his own temple. It is said that the Taoist sect demolished it because he was disgusted with his surrender to the enemy. For hundreds of years, all he could do every day was to go to other people's temples, pick up some food, and rely on the tacit approval of the Buddha to absorb the power of other people's beliefs like a thief. For this reason, he was often raped by Buddhists. People were joking, but after a long time, he felt bad in his heart. This Golden Immortal of his was forcibly lifted up by Tathagata Buddha through the power of faith. It is completely different from the real Golden Immortal.
When he collided with Chu Feng just now, he used five points of force and didn't even hurt Chu Feng's hair. He knew that he had encountered a real golden immortal. In order not to embarrass himself in front of junior Fa Hai, he did not go up again and just stood there.
"Marshal Tianpeng, why don't you give up Buddhism and return to Taoism? I will ensure that you become a real Golden Immortal. I can make a creature like this at will. Have you heard of the Nine-turn Golden Pill?" , a top-notch elixir that can directly promote people to Golden Immortal. If you encounter someone with poor qualifications and one pill is not enough, then use two."
Chu Feng had a purple-gold gourd in his hand. The stopper was opened, and a faint scent of red pepper floated out from it.
The Jingtan envoy's face changed slightly, he glanced at Jigong who was silent on the side, and said nothing.
"Nine Transformations Golden Pill!"
The person who was most sensitive to the smell of the Nine-turn Golden Pill was Fa Hai. As soon as he smelled the smell of the Nine-turn Golden Pill, he was snatched away by Bai Suzhen, the snake demon. What made him most angry was that the snake demon Bai Suzhen didn't know how to refine it at all. The method of transforming the nine-turn golden elixir can only absorb less than one hundred and one, and a nine-turn golden elixir is wasted.
If Fahai knew that Chu Feng was more wasteful than Bai Suzhen, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
"Oh, it seems that Master Fahai is tempted. Also, isn't the grudge between you and Bai Suzhen just because of a Nine-turn Golden Pill? Haha, let the past be bygones. Let's put it this way, as long as you join the Taoist sect, you You can have as many Nine-turns Golden Pills as you want. For things like Nine-turns Golden Pills, poor Taoists usually eat them by the pound."
Chu Feng said as he turned over the purple gold gourd, and found a small pile of Nine Turns Golden Pills in his hand, eight or nine of them, the size of longan, very full, and the rich fragrance spread quickly.
"Oh, there seems to be more"
Chu Feng shook a few times and dropped more than twenty gourds filled with Nine-turn Golden Elixir on the ground.
Not only Fahai and Jingtan envoys were not calm now, but Jigong, who seemed to have seen through the world of mortals, also had fire flashing in his eyes.
"Hey, just a dozen kilograms of Nine-turn Golden Pill has made three Buddhist masters like this. It's a sin, it's a sin, Zen Master Daoji, no, Subduing the Dragon Arhat, it seems that your Buddha's heart has not yet been fully cultivated."
Chu Feng played with the Nine Turns Golden Pill and showed a sad expression for you.
Jigong looked serious, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and his face was full of sorrow.
Fahai and the Jingtan envoy followed suit and made the same move. It is not clear whether their thoughts were the same as Jigong's.
"Pindao is the most generous person, especially to his own people. Master Fa Hai, look here."
Chu Feng deliberately sent the Nine Turns Golden Pill less than a foot away from Fa Hai's nostrils. The sound of his heavy breathing made Chu Feng secretly laugh in his heart. The master is not heartless, it just depends on whether you get the right thing.
"Master Fa Hai, envoy of the Pure Altar, listen carefully. Don't say that Pindao didn't give you a chance. You will still be here tonight. As long as you are willing to come, Pindao will give you half of the Nine-turn Golden Pill."
Chu Feng secretly sent a message to Fahai and the Jingtan envoy, then flicked his sleeves, took away the gourd on the ground, and walked away lightly.
Fifty miles away, there is a hillside less than 20 feet long, covered with fruit trees. Xiao Qing, carrying his little hands on his back, looks from time to time under the fruit trees, seeing the plump appearance, and the fruits disappear as soon as he blinks his eyes. Without a trace.
"Xiaoqing, why are you stealing other people's things again?"
Chu Feng appeared ten steps away, speechless. This fruit grove was obviously planted by someone else. Before it reached maturity, it was harmed by Xiao Qing, a habitual thief.
Xiaoqing turned her head, looked at Chu Feng, and gave an awkward smile. Before she followed Bai Suzhen, she was used to stealing things everywhere. During this time, she followed Bai Suzhen and Chu Feng again, and she was very depressed. , took the opportunity to come over to have a good time, but he didn't expect Chu Feng to come back so soon.
"Forget it, it's hard to change a person's addiction to one thing."
Chu Feng did not continue to criticize.
After leaving the orchard, Chu Feng continued to teach Xiao Qing magic. During the break, Chu Feng sat under a big tree and arranged Xiao Qing's whereabouts.
"Xiao Qing, wait a minute. You go to Qiantang to find Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian and tell them that Pindao plans to accept Xu Xian as his disciple."
Chu Feng had planned this decision from the beginning. It was not very reliable to use pills to seduce Fa Hai. It was safer to use Xu Xian to antagonize Buddhism.
"Master still plans to accept Xu Xian as his disciple?"
Xiao Qing was a little confused about the plans of the unknown master in front of him. First he took her as his disciple, and then he took Xu Xian as his disciple.
"If Bai Suzhen doesn't have a master, Pindao still wants to accept her as his disciple. Forget it, you go to Qiantang immediately. Pindao has some things to deal with tonight, so we'll go there tomorrow."
Chu Feng said very simply.
"Yes, Master"
Xiaoqing saluted and left.
"Fa Hai, envoy of the Purification Altar, which one of you will come back tonight?"
Chu Feng stared at the fields in the distance, taking the green into his eyes and turning it into a playful smile.
The night was dark, and a bright moon originally hung in the sky, but it was obscured by clouds and was not very clear. The pavilion that had been reduced to ruins was restored to be no different from the daytime. Chu Feng, who was sitting inside, made a charcoal grill and held an iron bar full of meat in his hand with a leisurely look on his face.
“Having barbecue at night has a unique flavor”
Squeak, a crisp sound appeared in the small woods on the east side.
