"Two donors, thank you for your work."
Zhenru layman nodded slightly, and then his figure gradually faded, disappearing on the high cliff together with the stone pavilion.
The scene on Fengming Mountain was still the same, unchanged from before. If Jiang Li hadn't been holding a foot-long piece of gold paper in his hand, he would have even suspected that what he just experienced was an illusion.
"True as a layman..."
Gongsun Qingyue repeated this title and pondered: "Below the enlightened ones in the Buddha's country, there are two great men and six bodhisattvas, but no one matches them. Who is he?"
The realm of Zhenru layman is definitely not lower than the fourth grade. Logically speaking, this person can never be unknown.
Because the promotion of Buddha's path and fruition requires the preaching of the name of the Dharma, high-level strong men are known to the world, and the strength of the Buddhist kingdom can be said to be the most open, and it is all on the bright side.
But no matter how Gongsun Qingyue thought about it, he couldn't compare layman Zhenru with any strong person in the Buddhist kingdom.
"No matter who he is, it's better not to have too much involvement with him in the future," Jiang Li said in a low voice, "No matter whether the trouble can be solved or not this time, I will return to the sect. I don't want to come out in a short time."
It's too dangerous outside, but there is a sense of security within the sect.
Although there are also intrigues within the sect, at least with the support of Master Tianxuan, life will not be harmed no matter what.
"Let's go and find the next helper," Jiang Li said.
They rode the wind and disappeared into the distant sky in a short time.
Fengming Mountain finally returned to its original calm and was completely deserted. However, a quarter of an hour later, a faint shadow appeared, and the stone pavilion appeared again. The layman sat in the pavilion, looking sideways, with an indescribable smile on his face.
"You came."
Feng Manlou's figure appeared quietly, walked into the stone pavilion unhurriedly, and sat down opposite layman Zhenru.
"If a big shot like you appears, how can I not come?"
Feng Manlou changed his usual frivolous attitude and became serious. A majestic air appeared on his plain face, "I didn't expect that the master actually fell in love with my virtuous brother. I really don't know whether to say he is lucky. It’s better to be unlucky.”
"Wuzhishan, the Great Ming Mantra, I want to help him perform the interpretation in advance. Master wants to interfere in the life of my virtuous brother and let him become a practitioner of Buddhism?"
"Why don't you want to interfere with Donor Jiang's life?" Zhenru layman responded with a smile and said gently, "If you don't want Donor Jiang to accommodate the Emperor Yan Dao Fruit, why would you connect your own cause and effect with Donor Jiang, and all will be prosperous? Glory."
It's like a layman's eyes are warm, but as clear as two bright springs, reflecting all kinds of cause and effect, "The charmer just gave Jiang Donor another choice. What the outcome will be depends on Donor Jiang's own wishes."
"Yeah?"
Feng Manlou looked indifferent, his eyes met Zhenru layman, and suddenly——
The figures were faintly intertwined, and another figure flickered on Feng Manlou's body. The two alternated back and forth. The vast and lofty aura seemed to be hanging down from the nine heavens, and Feng Manlou had the appearance of gods and demons.
The strength of this Dragon King's son-in-law finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.
The space inside the stone pavilion seems to have entered another world, isolated from the world. The air is as thick as a mountain, filling every inch of space. The shadow of the wind-filled building is faintly twisted on the ground, suddenly showing a majestic shape.
"Of course," Zhenru layman replied calmly, "monks don't lie."
Compared with the majestic momentum of Fengmanlou, Zhenruju is ordinary and unusual, but in subtle ways, it seems to give people an invisible sense of restraint. It is like a huge invisible net that catches everything. If a person falls into it, there is nothing to escape from and it is bound by it.
Even in the face of the aura of gods and demons, Zhenru layman still does not fall behind in the slightest.
The two looked at each other for a while, and finally, Feng Manlou took the lead to put down his momentum and said, "It's best this way."
"Of course it is." Zhenru layman replied.
Feng Manlou said no more, just stood up and walked out of the stone pavilion. His figure was like an illusory bubble, slowly fading and disappearing.
The Zhenru layman showed a smile and waved gently.
A paper man quietly appeared among the sword marks on the mountain wall.
"Slippery."
Zhenru layman said with a chuckle, and disappeared again with Shiting.
'I really didn't expect that there would be such a harvest. My cheap brother is really not that simple, and this layman can help me cover up my traces and prevent Feng Manlou from discovering me. In terms of strength, he is no less than the cheap brother. '
The paper man stood quietly on the mountain wall, and Jiang Li's mind flickered, "I didn't expect that I would become a hot potato without knowing it." Wuzhishan, the Great Ming Mantra...Does the layman Zhenru want me to fight against the Buddha? Does he have that Dao Fruit in his hand? '
I have to say that this is a very tempting choice. After all, what man doesn’t want to have a stick that can be thick or thin, hard or soft, and change freely?
A burning feeling emerged in Jiang Li's heart, but in the next moment, the burning desire quickly subsided.
Rather than defeating the Buddha in a battle, Jiang Li still wants to be the Monkey King.
He was determined to practice, not just to find himself a master.
A man born between heaven and earth, how can he remain depressed and depressed for a long time under human beings? Now he is in the stage of development, so he worships under the Tianxuan throne. When Jiang Li reaches the fourth or third rank, the master must know who is superior and who is inferior.
There is also the cheap brother Feng Manlou. Jiang Li has noticed the tip of the iceberg in him today and will be able to deal with him better in the future.
Thinking like this, the paper figure spontaneously ignited without fire and disappeared in the light of the fire.
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July twenty-nine.
There are bandits with the military name Red Eyebrows. They rise from the west, roar and gather in Xiliang Mountain. They raise their poles, recruit troops with water, and follow them.
Fufeng County was still able to support itself because of its prayers for rain. The other counties that prayed for rain had their water sources removed first. Villages and towns continued to fight for water resources, and then their rivers were drained. It was finally unbearable. Seeing someone using water as a bargaining chip to recruit troops, people from all over the country joined in, regardless of what the Red Eyebrow Army had done before.
In the face of survival, everything must be pushed back.
In other states, the righteousness of family and country is still there, but in Yongzhou, survival is the righteousness.
The rapid rise of the Red Eyebrow Army was like a raging fire, raging in all directions.
For a time, people from all the towns and villages in Yongzhou followed, and some local officials were even killed and temples were destroyed.
The news reached Fufeng County and was delivered to Ji Chengye, who was overjoyed.
"Inform Lord Cui that the time has come." Ji Chengye said loudly.
"Also, summon the soldiers from the county and city to order at any time."
Jiang Zhihuan, who was waiting outside, heard the words and bowed slightly to express receipt. Then he first went to Mr. Cui Fu, and then secretly sent the news to Jiang Li.
A good show has begun.
Another thousand less.
I really don't want to lose it, but the condition is really bad.
(End of chapter)
