When Fanlong and others took action before, Fankun retreated far away and stood quietly aside, reciting scriptures silently.
When Fan Long and others gained the upper hand, shaking the Wu clan boy behind Wu Tie to pieces again and again, and leaving Wu Tie covered with bruises, Fan Kun kept nodding in admiration with a confident smile.
In his opinion, this is how the powerful Honglian Temple should behave.
His previous defeat was just because he was tricked by Qingfeng's stupid nose... However, after so many years, being tricked by Qingfeng has become a habit, and Fan Kun doesn't think there is anything wrong.
Anyway, it was a great thing that Fanlong took action and Wu Tie was at a disadvantage.
However, the situation suddenly changed, Wu Tie and the Wu family's sons collectively 'mutated', using an incredible method, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, or like a carp jumping over a dragon's gate, soaring upwards, becoming so magical and extraordinary.
In an instant, Fanlong and others were completely defeated.
Before Fan Kun could react, Wu Tie had already taken away one thousand, two hundred and ninety-six innate spiritual treasures, and at the same time stripped away the relics inlaid on the Vajra Sumeru throne.
Not only that, the Wu family's sons, who were like wolves and tigers, even rushed towards Fanlong and others under Wu Tie's instruction.
There was a loud 'chila' sound...
The Wu family men had no interest in monks' robes, so they were extremely rough and tore the monks' robes from Fanlong and others to pieces.
The monk's robes, middle coats, underwear, etc. of Fanlong and others are all made of the best materials, and their grades are not inferior to those of the Nine Refinement Immortal Weapons. But in the hands of this group of Wu family men, these nine-refined immortal weapon level treasure clothes were like tofu dregs, torn to pieces in two or three blows.
Strings of Buddhist beads were pulled down.
Pieces of Buddhist soldiers were pulled down.
One by one, the treasures were pulled down.
The great monks who can be selected as the disciples of this generation of Vajra Sumeru Formation, including Fanlong, are all highly skilled in cultivation and rich in wealth. Everyone has at least one set of commonly used and one set of spare Buddha weapons. Take it with you.
The chief disciple of King Kong Hall like Fanlong is comparable to the senior elder of Honglian Temple, and his salary is particularly generous.
From Fanlong alone, three 'ancient treasures' and more than fifty ordinary spiritual treasures were recovered from him. This Brahma Dragon can be described as a 'monk with many treasures'...or, perhaps, a 'treasure-giving boy'.
Fanlong struggled angrily, vomiting blood, and raised his hands with difficulty to resist.
However, the Vajra Sumeru Formation was violently shattered. As the leader of the formation, Fanlong suffered a particularly terrible backlash. The sound of bones shattering kept coming from his body, and his soul was severely damaged. Thick golden blood kept flowing out of his seven orifices. His cultivation realm had slipped from the peak of the tenth heaven to the ninth heaven unknowingly.
Moreover, his aura continues to decline, and his cultivation is likely to continue to decline.
Fanlong, whose strength has declined, cannot even use the most basic Buddhist magical powers. He can only rely on his natural brute strength to punch and kick to resist the raids of the witch clan's sons.
However, it was the three Wu and Jin brothers who faced him.
Wu Jin has the inheritance of the human emperor. Wu Yin and Wu Tong are also elite disciples who have spent a lot of money to cultivate carefully. The three brothers and a dozen of the strongest brothers surrounded Fanlong. Two or three people held down one arm. Three or four people held down one leg, and some carried maces and big hammers and hammered Fanlong's head lightly and heavily.
Fanlong was so angry that he howled and screamed. He was beaten until his orifices spewed smoke. He couldn't exert even 10% of his strength. He could only let Wu Jin use the secret skills of the witch clan to refine dozens of items in his body. The secret treasures were taken away one by one.
Most of the other Honglian Temple disciples were like this.
They struggled helplessly and in vain, but were unable to resist at all.
Facing the wolves and tigers of the Wu clan, some of the great monks who were inexperienced and had never been humiliated like this burst into tears.
The cry finally woke up Fan Kun.
Holding a string of golden Buddhist beads, Fan Kun stepped on the flowing clouds and flew quickly towards Wu Tie: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot... King Wu, turn around and find the shore..."
Before Fan Kun finished speaking, Wu Tie had already grabbed the head of a naked monk and picked him up.
"Fan Kun, if you continue to use your nonsense from Honglian Temple, do you think this monk is dead or alive?" Wu Tie looked at Fan Kun with a sneer: "You guessed right, I will give you a copper, but you guessed wrong If it doesn't happen, this great monk will be dead!"
Fan Kun's mouth curled up.
He really wanted to use the art of argument carefully studied by the monks of Honglian Temple to tell Wu Tie that there were huge logical loopholes in his words.
but…
Faced with a price tag of one copper coin, Fan Kun didn't dare to bet.
As long as he opens his mouth, Wu Tie will definitely kill the great monk in his hand, and the price is only a copper coin.
Fan Kun dared to swear that as long as he dared to guess, Wu Tie would dare to kill him.
Fan Kun saw the unique ferocious light of a 'desperate' in Wu Tie's eyes. Fan Kun had killed many of these desperadoes before. They are truly careless and unscrupulous and can do anything.
"King Wu!" Fan Kun stopped his head and saluted Wu Tie from a distance.
At this moment, Fan Kun's attitude became extremely gentle and elegant, extremely peaceful and quiet, without any negative aura leaking out.
The aura that came out of the dust like a white lotus even made Wu Tie misunderstand that this guy was a pretty boy from the White Lotus Palace.
"Think carefully before you speak!" Wu Tie glared at Fan Kun fiercely, then turned around and shouted at the Wu Jin brothers: "Be careful, use secret techniques to search their bodies. Their The relics are not just in their heads, it is very possible that there are three or five relics hidden in many places all over their bodies."
With a fierce look in his eyes, Wu Tie said coldly: "If you really can't find it, try burning it with fire... It is said that in ancient times, many Buddhist relics were burned."
Fan Kun and Fan Long shuddered. Fan Kun took a deep breath, with an extremely gentle smile, and saluted Wu Tie with his hands at almost 90 degrees: "King Wu, there is a saying that this young monk doesn't know. Should I talk about it..."
Wu Tie interrupted Fan Kun rudely: "Since you don't know whether these fart words should be spoken, don't fart! Shut your mouth and get out!"
Wu Tie was in an extremely bad mood at the moment. He was swearing profusely and didn't even bother to follow the most basic etiquette.
Fan Kun's voice faltered. He looked at Wu Tie rather resentfully, and then such a burly monk actually smiled coyly and carelessly at Wu Tie with a hint of servility.
"King Wu reprimanded me very much... But I'm afraid that King Wu doesn't know the background of my Red Lotus Temple."
"As the saying goes, it's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies!"
Fan Kun finally said what he wanted to say sincerely.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately." Wu Tie was obviously not willing to hear this. Therefore, Fan Kun used words that were more in line with secular people's views to persuade Wu Tie.
Fan Kun's words were so sincere and sincere, but they made Wu Tie laugh out loud.
'It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies'!
This really makes sense... But why didn't you, the group of "students" who stabbed Wu Tie in the White Lotus Palace before at Honglian Temple, not think of this "sage saying"
Aren't you afraid of 'making enemies' and causing trouble to your Honglian Temple
It was obvious that Fanlong and the others at that time did not think of such words at all...
They are not afraid of "getting grudges" with Wu Tie at all.
Because they are powerful.
Because they are disciples of Honglian Temple.
Because behind them stands Honglian Temple.
They are not afraid of "getting grudges" with Wu Tie at all. They felt that they were sure to get the 'Wood Iron'.
"It's better to dissolve enemies than to make them... I like this statement." Wu Tie tilted his head and looked at Fan Kun, then pointed at him: "Then, Monk Fan Kun, come on, don't say that I won't give you a chance... It's better to make enemies... It's not appropriate to tie knots... Come on, you can talk some sense into these pretty boys and ask them to send Pei Feng back, and everything will be easy to explain."
"You have to seize the opportunity and let them send Pei Feng back. I can say anything."
"If you... can't make them accept your truth and understand that it's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies, this proves that you are talking nonsense!"
"I am the leader of a country, big and small... If you dare to fool me with your nonsense, then don't blame me... Haha!"
Wu Tie exerted force with the five fingers of his right hand, and there was a 'click' sound. The monk's bald head in his hand immediately made a harsh cracking sound. Wu Tie's five fingers were like eagle claws, sinking half an inch into the monk's bald head. deep.
The threat is self-evident.
Fan Kun's face suddenly changed drastically.
Wu Yin and Wu Tong held the seriously injured Brahma Dragon. A Wu family son of Xuanming blood waved his hand, and the sea below froze, and a thick and huge piece of Xuan ice appeared on the sea.
Wu Yin and Wu Tong forced Fanlong to kneel on the ice. Wu Jin waved the big ax like a butcher slapping a big fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. He gently stroked Fanlong's neck and chose where to cut the knife to get more accurate. Chopping off this huge head with ease.
Fan Kun's face became increasingly ugly.
He took a deep breath, forced a smile, and nodded towards Wu Tie.
He slowly walked towards the White Lotus Palace disciples who were protected by Qingfeng, and took out a fist-sized elixir gourd from his sleeve. With a finger, wisps of fragrant medicinal liquid flew out of the gourd.
The liquid medicine turned into a hazy drizzle and sprinkled on the bodies of the White Lotus Palace disciples. The Adam's apple of the fainted White Lotus Palace disciples squirmed, and they all let out low cries of pain as they woke up from their coma.
Bai Wen and Bai Wu, who were already awake, also regained their energy under the nourishment of the medicinal liquid. They looked at Fan Kun panting and gritted their teeth without saying a word.
Fan Kun came to the colorful auspicious clouds and saluted Bai Wen and Bai Wu: "Two senior brothers, we haven't seen each other for a few years... It was ten years ago that the White Lotus Palace opened its gate and recruited scholars from all over the world. The poor monk followed the master. Go and watch the ceremony.”
Bai Wen smiled slightly: "Fan Kun, what do you want to say?"
Fan Kun looked at Bai Wen seriously: "Of course, it makes sense."
Bai Wu sneered from the side: "A disciple of Honglian Temple can actually reason with others... rare, rare."
Fan Kun smiled and shook his head: "My disciples from Honglian Temple have always been the most reasonable. However, very few people have the opportunity to meet my disciples from Honglian Temple and speak reason."
Bai Wen and Bai Wu sneered at the same time.
Bai Wen sneered: "In short, all the principles in the world are based on your bald, impeccable tongue from Honglian Temple..."
Fan Kun shook his head hurriedly: "That's right, the 'big' principles in the world are all in the books of the White Lotus Palace... I, the Honglian Temple, just talk about some trivial principles. For example, I would like to ask two senior brothers to make the decision and send King Wu to the throne." Just return it to your lover."
Bai Wen's face darkened: "Fan Kun, what do you think of our White Lotus Palace? Are you a kidnapper and blackmailer?"
Fan Kun looked at Bai Wen with a smile: "Isn't it?"
Bai Wu sneered: "What if we say no?"
Fan Kun looked back at the great monk who was caught in Wu Tie's hands, and then at Fan Long who was forced to kneel on the black ice, and said softly: "Buddhas are also angry."
Bai Wen said coldly: "Fan Kun, do you mean you want to take action against us?"
Fan Kun closed his eyes and said softly: "It's better to resolve enemies than to make enemies. Brothers, you understand this better than the young monk."
Bai Wen and Bai Wu sneered in unison.
Fan Kun turned the string of golden beads with his fingers and said slowly: "As the saying goes, a good man will not suffer the consequences of his eyes... He who knows the current affairs will be a hero... Or maybe the two senior brothers still remember the words that the disciples of the White Lotus Palace often talk about. ?”
Bai Wen and Bai Wu still just sneered.
While just sneering, the eyes of the two people were rolling around.
The white deer, white crane, white ibis and other White Lotus Palace disciples who were already awake beside them also had their eyes rolling around.
They all saw clearly the predicament of Fanlong and others, and racked their brains one by one, thinking of various countermeasures.
'When a scholar meets a soldier, it is hard to explain why'... Really, this is the first time in their lives that they have met someone like Wu Tie. Offending the Red Lotus Temple and the White Lotus Palace at the same time is something that the monsters and monsters from the four foreign dynasties of the Sui Dynasty, southeast, northwest and northwest would never dare to do.
"A gentleman's revenge is never too late...Two senior brothers, why do you have to hold on?" Fan Kun lowered his voice and looked at Bai Wen and Bai Wu sincerely: "Red Lotus, Qinglian and Bailian, the three religions were originally one family... Don’t you two senior brothers think that if you cultivate Haoran Zhengqi, you will truly become a mighty and unyielding gentleman?”
Bai Wen and Bai Wu screamed as if their buttocks were burned: "Fan Kun, what did you say?"
When Fan Kun saw Bai Wen and Bai Wu looking like this, he simply lost his temper and said, "How do you cultivate such righteousness? How do you really become a monk? I don't know? In the White Lotus Palace, you can truly rely on yourself to cultivate such righteousness as a 'gentleman'." You were so squeezed out that you went to work as herdsmen in remote areas of the countryside... Those of you who stayed in the White Lotus Palace, your awe-inspiring righteousness relied on the 'seeds of righteousness' given by your teacher, and was nourished and strengthened with the help of the secret treasures of literature and art from your ancestors!"
Fan Kun snorted coldly: "Who doesn't know who? A bunch of pretty boys and hypocrites, how can they pretend to be martyrs in front of a monk?"
The speed of turning the beads on his fingers obviously increased a lot, and Fan Kun shouted sternly: "Let him go, otherwise, I will let you learn what the monk's anger is like!"
Before Bai Wen and Bai Wu could speak, Fan Kun looked at Qingfeng again and said coldly: "A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist. This is what the bull noses often say. The monk thinks it makes sense!"
Bai Wen and Bai Wu's eyes rolled faster.
But they just didn't speak. They acted like dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water and refused to speak.
Wu Tie's heart became angry when he saw it, and he suddenly drew back his right hand.
Hearing a 'bang' sound, the monk he was holding exploded.
"Fan Kun, Bai Wen, Bai Wu, do you really think that this king is a good person who opened a charity hall? Come here, take thirty monks and ten pretty boys and chop them up!" Wu Tie roared angrily.
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