Sun Tianyi was so excited that he discovered a surprising fact.
There is no one in Xiaoleiyin Temple.
Wow, this plaque is made of saint's bronze, and it belongs to me.
This relic bracelet uses sixteen relics from great monks.
This Buddha statue is mixed with three kinds of sacred gold.
This yard uses world wood that can open up small spaces.
These Buddha statues are actually all made of pure gold, these greedy bald donkeys.
Even the pestle used to knock the wooden fish is gold.
…
Sun Tianyi almost smiled crookedly.
Old guy, no matter how cunning you are, you still want to drink the Taoist's foot-washing water.
"What did I pick up again? I'm smiling so happily."
Qin Yuan's happier voice sounded.
This Sun Tianyi is simply a money-giving boy.
The name was also well chosen. When he met him, Qin Yuan became even more powerful.
"I'm laughing at myself"
Sun Tianyi took out all the things he had put away with a sad face.
His heart was bleeding, and his flesh ached, as if he had been cut by a knife.
Thirty, uh, three hundred years to the east of the river, three hundred years to the west of the river, don't bully the middle-aged and the weak.
Sun Tianyi swore in his heart.
“Do a good job”
Qin Yuan encouraged Sun Tianyi and left.
Thousands of miles away.
Atop a deserted mountain forest.
A sudden explosion lit up the night sky.
Huang Mei, who was blasted out of the domain gate, rolled heavily into the ravine.
During the day, he was one of the most noble beings in the Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, but now he has become a bereaved dog.
If someone told Huang Mei in advance, Huang Mei would never believe it.
"Why did I end up in this situation?"
An idea flashed across Huang Mei's mind.
The Holy Spirit flashed in my mind.
I will avenge this sooner or later.
Swish... Four figures walked out of the domain gate.
Huang Mei fled to the east, but was beaten down by Zhang Julu from the east.
He got up and ran south again. As soon as the domain gate opened, it was knocked down by Zhang Taiping.
Huang Mei spat out a mouthful of blood with teeth and ran north.
The way was blocked by the Donglai monk who fell from the sky.
Huang Mei turned his head and looked to the west, and his way was blocked by the masters of Mount Sumeru.
he,
There is no escape.
I actually ended up like this.
Huang Mei felt bitter in her heart.
After more than three hundred years of struggle, he finally completed the twelfth level of the tower and had a life span of five thousand years.
But he died in the middle.
So unwilling.
So hateful.
"Master, a mountain will fall when there are many people, and the sea will move when there are many forces. You have lost. Put down the butcher knife and turn back to the shore."
Monk Donglai performed a Buddhist ritual and said calmly.
It seems that the person who has been suffering in the eighteenth level of hell for many years is not him.
This made Zhang Julu, who was holding on, a little dissatisfied: "Monk, this person is not worthy of your respect."
In order to deal with Huang Mei, Zhang Julu paid a heavy price.
Look back, what a joke.
If Huang Mei is not cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, it would be a great mercy.
The master of Mount Sumeru said: "Hurry up and kill him together. The real purpose of Yongye Lingshan is Mount Sumeru. If Mount Sumeru is destroyed, no one can escape."
Huang Mei smiled when he heard this: "It's too late, Mount Sumeru has been captured now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Julu, the master of Mount Xumi, and Zhang Taiping took action together.
A quarter of an hour passed, but Huang Mei was not dead.
The reason why monks in the twelfth-level tower realm are called saints is because once they have completed their cultivation, they are difficult to kill.
An hour passed.
"Almost done"
Zhang Julu said excitedly.
The next moment, Huang Mei's world was bright.
The Holy Spirit flashed through his mind, and his last thought was, how can I let a creature in the Ancient King Realm make a sneak attack?
Am I worthy?
Then fell into darkness.
"Rush to Mount Sumeru immediately"
"Walk"
The group of people rushed towards Mount Sumeru.
After a while, Qin Yuan walked out of the darkness.
He touched the beard on his chin.
Why don't you go over and join in the fun?
After thinking about it, Qin Yuan gave up.
When I go there, I can't help but bump into King Zi Zi Fo, who is said to be in much better condition than King Gu.
Although he is strong, there is still a gap between him and the veteran Ancient King.
What are you not going to do?
Qin Yuan was a little bored.
By the way, check the harvest.
Two pieces of divine gold.
A solid chunk of primordial soup.
A piece of world wood.
Relics.
gold.
…
"Not bad……"
Qin Yuan nodded frequently.
The harvest tonight exceeds the harvest in the past nearly eighty years.
More than ten days later.
Miao Yuan.
Places dedicated to serving monks have emerged in recent years.
It's not prostitution. How can the monk's affairs be called prostitution?
Qin Yuan was sitting in an exquisite small courtyard.
Not far away is a female cultivator with crystal clear skin, a graceful figure, and a variety of charms.
As her fingers brushed the strings, the melodious sound of the piano echoed in the yard.
A glass of wine and a piece of music, this is the life of a monk.
People who fight, kill and practice hard all day long are purely mentally retarded in Qin Yuan's eyes.
"Niubi, you dare to compete with Lao Na for his master's wife"
There were shouts from outside.
Apparently, a monk and a Taoist priest had a conflict.
Qin Yuan frowned.
What bothers him the most is people who like to make trouble.
Suddenly there was another person next to him.
It’s Yang Youqi.
"Finally figured it out?"
Qin Yuan smiled.
Yang Youqi is the only monk in Qintian Prison who doesn't go out to play.
He invited several times but was rejected.
I didn’t expect it to come in the end.
"No, it's not"
Yang Youqi blushed and shook his head: "I came here specifically to find you."
"Find me?"
"A good news or a bad news, which one should I hear first?"
Qin Yuan asked back: "I will listen to whichever one you tell me first."
The initiative suddenly changed.
After Yang Youqi circled around for a while, he said: "The good news is that not only did Yongye Lingshan fail to capture Mount Sumeru, a Bodhisattva was killed and another Bodhisattva was seriously injured."
Qin Yuan nodded, this is indeed good news.
There are only a few Bodhisattvas in Yong Ye Ling Mountain. The yellow eyebrows are missing, one Bodhisattva is missing, and one is seriously injured.
The strength is no longer what it used to be.
If it weren't for the King Buddha of Freedom, he would still be there.
Qin Yuan has gone to Qiuhou to settle accounts.
"The news is"
Yang Youqi suddenly got stuck.
This can all be forgotten.
This retard.
Qin Yuan put his hand on his forehead.
"Oh, I remembered."
After Yang Youqi finished speaking, he showed a very proud expression.
No, what's there to be proud of?
Are you confused about your good memory?
Qin Yuan complained.
"The bad news is that when Mount Sumeru and Taipingdao counterattacked Mount Yongyeling, King Buddha of Freedom woke up."
What does it mean when an ancient king wakes up?
Qin Yuan can imagine.
Mount Sumeru and Taiping Road must have suffered heavy losses.
Fortunately I didn't go.
Qin Yuan was secretly happy.
"I retreated from Mount Sumeru and Taiping Road in shock, and fell asleep again."
Yang Youqi said again.
Mother Ganlin, can you speak without gasping for air?
Qin Yuan glared at Yang Youqi.
Yang Youqi smiled, looked around the yard and said, "Do you come here often?"
"This is my first time here, and I have been practicing hard recently."
Qin Yuan said.
At this time, a woman's charming voice came from outside: "Qin Lingshi, do you want to drink the wine you have here, or the wine we have here?"
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Qin Yuan replied: "I have wine here"
The girls at Miaoyuan are good, but the wine is a bit lacking.
After all, there is no historical background.
