It’s not a monk, it’s the monk with the horn over there
Russell was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized that he had made an empiricist mistake.
This place is Liangshan. Their base camp is not far from the border with Liangshan. It seems understandable that we meet them in this place.
He had heard Uncle Qianhe and Uncle Simu mention it before, saying that the place was in great chaos and was controlled by other forces.
However, the most powerful force was still that group, which did not completely collapse until a very, very long time later.
He also said that there is a big difference between Buddhism and monks, just like when Buddhism was introduced to China, it was integrated into the local culture.
In the Central Plains, monks cannot eat meat, cannot marry, and cannot kill animals.
But they don’t have so many rules. They can get married and have children, and even bring their wives and children to live with them in the temple, just like the local residents.
"This is a big problem, Master. You have given me a very big problem."
Russell turned his head and looked at the shaman, but did not agree immediately.
They stick together very closely and are a very difficult problem, and sometimes very scary.
He recalled that a certain Panchen Lama wanted to divide...
Their power is not small, and their heritage is at least a thousand years old. They are very powerful and extremely terrifying.
Compared with them, the Buddhist temples in the Central Plains are just like younger brothers.
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Russell knew with his toes that this group of people came to this place and they must have known that he was up to no good!
The great shaman smiled without hiding anything, "The current Panchen Lama has died, so they want to find the reincarnated soul boy, and then they found me, please help them find it."
Although the Liangshan Wu Clan now lives in seclusion, huddled on this cliff and unconcerned with worldly affairs, their vision is still very broad and they are the local tyrants in this area.
"Um?"
Russell suddenly had doubts in his heart, "Why did they come to you instead of looking for the Tang Sect who was jumping around so happily?"
He had heard Uncle Simu mention it once, that among the ten great righteous sects, this place was the territory of the Tang Sect.
There are many warlords here, and the Tang Clan's attitude is very ambiguous. It does not clearly support any one of them, but it does not live in seclusion either.
If you want to find someone, you should go to the Tang Sect. Why run to the secluded Liangshan
The shaman looked gloomy, "Of course you have to pick the softest ones."
This is the price of seclusion. How can a genius from a village compare to a genius selected from an entire province
Over time, Liangshan's power will become weaker and weaker, even to the point of a transition period.
However, when he thought about the coming catastrophe, which might lead to the destruction of the Taoist tradition, the great shaman clenched his fists tightly.
Decline is always better than complete destruction of the heritage!
Russell remained silent. Sometimes, the world of cultivation is even more realistic than the human world, which is bound by rules.
But in the world of cultivation, it is very difficult without strength and background.
Looking at the group of people in the village, Russell suddenly had another question, "Didn't their Panchen Lama draw lots? Why did he suddenly run out of there and come here to look for him?"
"Your almanac is so old, he died long ago..."
The great shaman rolled his eyes and said, "You only have one stick of incense to spare. If the time is up, hey, go back to where you came from."
He spoke lightly, but he did not forget to glance at Li Tianyang. The little kid became very timid when he heard that they were asked to go back.
Huh, the great shaman smiled strangely. He only said to let Russell go back, but did not say to let Li Tianyang go back.
How can we let go of such a good talent so easily
It was purely a sudden inspiration for him to let Russell take care of those scoundrels. What kind of idea is this? He got a top combat force for free.
"Go quickly, go quickly. Your master has described your strength clearly and even exaggerated it to the sky."
The shaman glanced and quietly used a trick, which was the simplest, best and most practical trick in the world - provocation, which worked for both young and old.
Especially after pulling Uncle Nine out, the great shaman didn't believe that the little kid in front of him wouldn't be fooled, so he just took advantage of him!
Sure enough, as soon as the great shaman mentioned Uncle Nine, Russell, who had been hesitant, nodded. He couldn't lose face for his master no matter what.
"grandfather!"
Just then, a cute baby ran over, and the shaman's expression immediately changed, becoming gentle.
"Hey, my baby!"
The little kid threw himself into the arms of the big shaman, looked at his prickly beard, turned away with disgust, and stared at Russell and Li Tianyang in a trance.
"Ah, Grandpa, is that big brother the free thug you mentioned?"
Um
Russell glared and looked straight at the shaman. The shaman was shameless and did not show any guilt.
"I heard from grandpa that you are amazing."
The little baby spoke in a sweet voice, which made Russell feel elated and smug.
I am no longer in the world, but my legend is always there.
The little kid looked at Russell seriously and asked, "Why are you still drinking milk, passing by the house three times without entering, licking the talisman paper with your saliva, and peeing and playing in the mud?"
Russell: (???)!
Where the hell did this naughty kid come from
"Ahem." The shaman covered the baby's mouth with his hand without leaving any trace, "Xiaobao, this is not allowed."
Although he was admonishing the kid, the gloating in his eyes could clearly not be hidden.
How could this little kid possibly know about Russell’s situation? It was clearly this big mouth who said it. Damn it!!!
When he thought of his previous embarrassing incident and looked at the half-smiles in the grandfather and grandson's eyes, Russell suddenly felt unclean.
He clenched his fist fiercely and said to the kid fiercely, "Little kid, let me tell you something, there are some things you can't say, be careful or I'll hang you up and flick your dick!"
The little kid was frightened and shivered immediately. The big shaman touched his head and spoke leisurely.
"We are all children, why are you so anxious to hurt each other?"
Russell was so depressed that he vomited blood. He had always been the one to play pranks on others, making them so angry that they couldn't do anything to him, but today he suffered a setback.
His eyes rolled around and he chuckled, as if he had some bad idea, which made the shaman's heart tighten.
Russell clasped his hands together, and a huge golden giant rose from the ground, and a huge thunder sword fell from the sky.
His ferocious face and huge, heroic figure immediately frightened the villagers and the loudspeakers who were still fighting.
"Those bastards from Liangshan, the kind who gave birth to sons without buttholes, are trash, trash, trash. They are not good people at first glance. They are turtle bastards, trash, very bad people... (80,000 words omitted) They actually dared to seal me, An Lan!"
Great Shaman: …
"The top of the immortal world, I am the boss of the world. As long as I am An Lan, there will be heaven. From now on, I will have the final say in Liangshan!"
Russell carried a large sword several hundred meters long on his shoulder and suddenly gestured with his fist to the people below, "Trust me, An Lan, I will protect your lives in eternal reincarnation."
"If you don't believe me, I'll send you to hell with that big bald guy!"
As he spoke, he swung the thunder sword in his hand which was several hundred meters long. The whistling sound of the wind scared everyone so much that their faces turned pale.
There were lightning and thunder behind me, and dark clouds pressing down on the top of the mountain, which was particularly imposing.
Russell's huge eyes squinted at the group of bald-headed speakers, "Are you also from Liangshan?"
Trumpet was stunned, staring at the giant in front of him and shook his head violently.
"No, no."
"Sir, we are bald and definitely not in the same group."
"Go, go."
As they said this, all the trumpets ran away. As soon as they left, they cut a deep gully on the top of the mountain with a knife, which scared a lot of people.
Russell looked innocent, "Oops, my hand slipped."
The great shaman took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly. He suddenly remembered a sentence written in the letter that Uncle Jiu had written to him.
Russell is a little narrow-minded.
Well, Lin Jiu, you are right. And you, Russell, what is your name Russell
Just call it Roman Eye!
I suspect that even a horse's eyes are bigger than your heart.