"Beck Richardson is coming to Bowser?!"
In the office of King Thunderbolt, Li Xianyu was shocked when he heard the news.
King Thunder and Lightning, who had just finished breakfast, threw him a cigarette: "Yes, Baker Richardson said that he would help Bao Ze fight against the ancient demon and maintain the dominance of human blood descendants."
"He will appear in person and lead several strong teams. The price Baoze has to pay is to disclose half of the internal information, including weapons, creatures, magic weapon research information, and confidential files."
Li Xianyu held a cigarette in his hand and opened his mouth: "What is the attitude of the board of directors and the big boss?"
"Of course I agree." King Thunderbolt's face glowed red: "Baker Richardson is a senior Yakuza, and there are many experts in the Superpower Association. If they can join, they can make up for Baoze's losses some time ago. Moreover, in At the ultimate level, we will also be less passive.”
"You know, although we have a lot of Ji Dao combat power, our level is not that high. Whether it is the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace, the unparalleled fighting spirit, or the big boss, they are not enough to compete with the peak of the Ji Dao. This can easily be defeated by the ancients. Let’s defeat the demon’s schemes one by one.”
"You already knew this during the meeting yesterday."
Li Xianyu nodded, bit the cigarette, and lit it with the lighter handed over by the King of Lightning. He remained silent without smoking or speaking.
Baker Richardson's intervention is a good thing for Baoze. The addition of a senior Yakuza greatly relieves Baoze's pressure and can also reduce casualties.
According to the Superpower Association's habit of having a hand in everything, there is really no reason to sit back and watch indifferently, and the remuneration demanded is within a reasonable range. After all, Baker Richardson takes risks. The opponent is the ancient demon master.
There are two major hidden dangers in this. Until now, Li Xianyu does not have 100% trust in Bao Ze or Qin Ze. Always be a little wary.
If you're not vigilant, you might stab someone in the back one day.
The ancient demon is the biggest enemy, but it doesn't mean that the human extreme is not the enemy. As long as you covet the fruit, you are the enemy.
However, no one knew about the existence of the fruit. Even if Qin Ze had suspicions, he remained tight-lipped and did not reveal a word. Besides, no one knows how to take out the fruit before it is ripe... Anyway, so far, the only one who has had a close relationship with him is Zhan Ji.
It is impossible for outsiders to find out.
In this way, he had a great deal of initiative, and after defeating the ancient demon, with Grandma Grandma and Bing Zhazi intimidating him, he was not afraid of others picking the peaches in the end.
After weighing the situation, Li Xianyu believed that bringing Baker Richardson into the camp would do more harm than good.
The last hidden danger is that he spreads the "God of War's Blessing" secret technique widely and trades wildly. It would be okay for Baker Richardson to stay in the United States, but once he comes to China, he knows that his secret technique has become a street commodity.
... You will definitely tear me apart with your hands in anger... No, the ultimate secret was passed down by Li Peiyun. What does this have to do with me, Li Xianyu
At best, I was thin-skinned and shared the spoils with Li Peiyun.
Yes, that's it.
After leaving King Thunderbolt's office, he returned to the accommodation area and knocked on Zhan Ji's door. He got the answer that he slept in and skipped breakfast. Then he knocked on the door of Sanwu and Cuihua's room and called them to have dinner.
Finally, I knocked on Grandma Grandma's door. The person who opened the door was not Grandma Grandma, but Qing Huizi, who had a gentle face.
She was carrying a garbage bag in her left hand and a textile bag in her right hand, which contained her grandmother's intimate clothes.
This comes in handy. Li Xianyu observed Qing Huizi's expression and saw that her eyes were calm and she looked gentle and quiet, as if she had no idea about what happened last night.
The memories between the two personalities are not connected, so this saves embarrassment.
Li Xianyu glanced at the empty living room and saw no trace of his grandmother. She was probably still sleeping in the bedroom, so he smiled and said, "You are..."
"Washing clothes." Qing Huizi replied.
"Did grandma ask you to come?"
She shook her head and said softly: "I promised you, as long as you save me, I will serve my grandma."
Li Xianyu said "Yeah": "You just need to stay with her and listen to her instructions. As for these swear words, you don't have to do it. Baoze has arranged for cleaners to clean regularly."
Moreover, grandma's intimate clothes are all expensive brand names, and many of them can only be dry-cleaned and not hand-washed. Don't let them get damaged... He added silently in his heart.
"Go and wake up grandma, it's time to eat."
"oh."
She put down the things in her hands and went into the bedroom to tell Grandma to get up. Li Xianyu looked towards the bedroom and saw Grandma sitting in front of the dressing table, with Qing Huizi standing behind her, combing her hair.
Grandma was sitting quietly. Reflected in the mirror, she had a gentle face and elegant temperament, resembling a noble lady from a well-known family.
She was originally a rich young lady.
Li Xianyu raised the corner of his mouth.
... ... .
United States, Association of Superpowers.
Six o'clock in the afternoon is exactly the time to get off work.
In the hall, a press conference was held. Baker Richardson sat on the stage and gave an impassioned speech: "The Association of Superpowers has always been committed to maintaining peace in the global vampire world. In the vampire world, there is a vampire world. The rules and guidelines do not affect ordinary people, which is a principle that blood descendants all over the world should abide by."
"Many sects in the Taoist and Buddhist Association, as well as many blood families, have established the Blood Alliance, clearly intending to compete with Baoze for the position of the official organization. Just like the island nation's Tenjin Shrine and their official organization."
"This will inevitably cause heavy casualties and even affect ordinary people."
After Richardson finished speaking, a reporter from a vampire consulting website asked: "So, President Baker, what do you think about this?"
Baker Richardson shrugged: "Asia is really a place that doesn't make people worry. Whether it's an island country or China, their official organizations are still young and lack the ability and means to manage the blood community. Since they have signed offensive and defensive contracts Alliance, then helping allies is an obligation and a responsibility."
"The forces in China's vampire world are complex, there are many masters, and there are rumors that ancient demons are causing trouble behind the scenes. Aren't you afraid of serious casualties among the vampires of the Superpower Association?" a female reporter asked.
"Wars will always bleed. I hope that blood descendants around the world can see the contribution that the Superpowers Association has made to peace and stability." Baker Richardson answered.
"There is news that Baoze's Qin Ze is already a master of Ji Dao. Will you challenge him this time when you go to China?"
"Maybe he should be the one to challenge me."
A roar of laughter.
"What about Li Xianyu? Do you have any ideas about regaining your face?"
"I think it's a good thing to occasionally achieve success for young juniors."
Reporters exaggerated Baker Richardson's generosity.
Outside the venue, Ryder, who was in charge of security, bumped his sister next to him with his shoulder and said with a smile: "Victoria, you will see your sweetheart soon. He will definitely attend that occasion."
Victoria was in a trance for a moment, her sea-blue pupils slightly confused.
"What's wrong? You don't seem that happy..." Ryder thought for a while and whispered: "Hey, do you like Qin Ze or Li Xianyu?"
Victoria frowned and said displeased: "What nonsense."
She sighed: "I just feel like I'm chasing a dream. He and I haven't seen each other for several years. He may have even forgotten me."
"What about Li Xianyu? He also saved you." Ryder said.
"I won't fall in love with anyone just because he saved me." Victoria glared at Ryder and sighed softly: "For most women, Li Xianyu... isn't he just a loser? dream."
... ... .
Lushan Temple.
As a top-notch force in Buddhism, Lushan Temple's history can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty, with a long history and profound heritage.
It occupies Jiulao Peak, one of the holy places of Buddhism, with nine consecutive peaks facing each other.
Among them, there are only two peaks with Buddhist temples. One is open to foreign tourists and has become a famous scenic spot. The other one is closed, and tourists and pedestrians are prohibited from entering the mountain.
Steep stairs lead to the huge gate at the top of the mountain.
An old monk wearing red and yellow cassocks climbed the steps step by step and came to the mountain gate.
"Where did the monk come from?" Two burly young monks blocked the way at the door and looked down at the old monk: "There are no outsiders in Lushan Temple."
The old monk laughed and said, "Since the mountain has not been closed, why can't we see outsiders?"
"If you don't see me, you won't see me." The gatekeeper monk, who seemed to have been ordered not to allow any outsiders to enter, waved his hand with an impatient tone: "Hurry down the mountain. If you want to stay, go to the next mountain."
The old monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "The poor monk is not staying here, he is here to discuss the Tao."
The ones who ruined the scene...the two strong monks suddenly raised their eyebrows and looked unkind: "Which sect do you belong to, old monk?"
"The poor monk's Dharma name is Chengguang."
The two monks looked at each other and thought for a moment. They had never heard of such a person in Buddhism.
"Go, go, go, I told you to go to the next hill. If you don't leave, don't blame us for being rude."
It is estimated that he is not a blood descendant, but an ordinary monk. I don't know how he got here.
The old monk raised his head, glanced at the archway of Lushan Temple, and said something astonishing: "Fellows from both religions call me Buddha's head out of love."
Boom! !
As if a muffled thunder hit their heads, the two strong monks were stunned for a moment, then their whole bodies stiffened, and the color on their faces faded.
Buddha head? !
Buddha head!
Buddhist leader, president of the Taoist Association!
The number one master in the blood world.
The old monk in front of him is ordinary and old. It is difficult for people to think of the immortal figure who has been hidden in the world for twenty years and has no concern for the mortal world.
But since he dares to say this name, it is probably true. No one in the blood world has ever dared to pretend to be Buddha's head, use his name to deceive and show off his power.
Big beads of sweat rolled down, and the two strong monks' legs became weak. They took a few steps back, then took a few steps back. Then, they suddenly had a nervous breakdown and fled towards the temple.
Buddha's head continued to climb the steps without any hurry or slowness, but steadily.
Half an hour later, we arrived in front of the real temple. At this time, there were densely packed monks standing on the large platform in front of the temple, some wearing yellow and red cassocks, or wearing blue and green robes, a total of three hundred people.
Except for the young ones who work as handymen, there are almost all the monks in Lushan Temple.
Buddha's head swept across the group of menacing roadblocks with a calm and gentle gaze, and smiled nonchalantly: "What a big battle."
The abbot of Lushan Temple, whose monastic name is Xuantong, has white eyebrows and white beard. He looks to be about the same age as the Buddha. He holds a golden Zen staff in his hand, and after a slight pause, the stone slab cracks.
He said in a deep voice: "Buddha Tou, why did you come to Lushan Temple?"
"Lushan Temple is going to break away from the Taoist and Buddhist Association?" Fotou stared at the monk of his generation.
Monk Xuantong said: "Yes."
Buddha's head said "heh": "I agree?"
"What does this have to do with you? This is our Lushan Temple's own business." Monk Xuantong reacted so much that he almost cursed.
"When the Taoist and Buddhist Association was established, the teachers of each sect swore an oath that Buddhism and Taoism would help each other and never leave." Buddha shook his head: "I don't agree, Lushan Temple cannot leave the Taoist and Buddhist Association."
Xuantong sneered and said: "Be your Buddha head and stay well in Lianghua Temple. We don't offend the river. If you don't know what is right, I can't beat you, but the master will not let you go."
"Can it be here?"
"Not here," Xuantong hummed, "How are you doing?"
"Monks don't care about the affairs of the mortal world. I don't care what the ancient monsters want. They can make trouble if they like. It's not easy to pass on Buddhism to this day. The Quanzhen chaos is especially in front of us. If Lushan Temple insists on getting involved, the Taoism of the past will become what it is today. Buddhism.”
"The ancient demon has destroyed the foundation of my Buddhism, and I cannot sit idly by as a poor monk."
"Mind your own business. Lushan Temple has already separated from the Taoist and Buddhist Association. You can't control us." Monk Xuantong said angrily.
"The thousand-year-old foundation of Lushan Temple, can you bear to destroy it in your hands?" Fotou asked.
"We are willing to sacrifice everything for the master." Monk Xuantong sneered: "What does this have to do with you? As long as I am the abbot of Lushan Temple, Lushan Temple will be my decision."
The Buddha head sighed: "It's simple. The poor monk will send you to the West to see the Buddha, and Lushan Temple will not be decided by you."
"What did you... say?" Monk Xuantong's eyes widened and he almost couldn't believe his ears.
The Buddha's head ignored him and slowly glanced at everyone: "Put down your weapons and return to the temple, you can continue to practice in the world. Otherwise, the poor monk will save you today."
The monks were in a commotion, their eyes wandering, and they whispered among themselves.
Bangdang... .
A young monk lost the stick in his hand. Under the glare of his brothers, he took a few steps back in fear. He swallowed his saliva and retreated into the temple.
The name of Buddha Head is so resounding that in the hearts of Buddhist disciples, it is like the existence of a god.
The master's orders are not easy to use either.
The sounds of weapons falling to the ground were heard one after another, and young disciples kept quitting and escaping back to the temple. No matter how much the elders yelled and scolded, it was of no avail.
Nearly a hundred people left in the blink of an eye.
They are all disciples who are not controlled by flesh and blood, and they all have the same characteristics: weak cultivation.
The remaining two hundred people refused to take a step back, even glaring at the Buddha's head and gnashing their teeth.
Monk Xuantong's eyes were red and he shouted angrily: "Buddha head, do you dare to take action? Do you dare to violate the precepts? Do you dare to kill Buddhist disciples?"
"None of us here have ever violated the precept and committed murder."
"If you kill us, how will you be different from a demon?"
The Buddha's head was silent.
Xuantong snorted coldly: "Join the demon formation."
The figures behind them interspersed and quickly formed a demon-suppressing formation. The energy of many people on both sides connected together and surged.
The energy gathered continuously, and the Zen staff in Xuantong's hand burst out with dazzling golden light, like a red-hot iron, distorting the surrounding air.
His skinny figure suddenly swelled, his muscles became plump and hard, holding up his loose cassock, and his skin was dyed with a faint golden light.
King Kong subdues demons.
The main one is the living Vajra.
Monk Xuantong roared deeply, took a step forward, and his Zen staff hit the Buddha's head like a landslide.
when!
This sound seemed to hit hard steel instead of flesh and blood.
There was a violent explosion on the whole mountain, the steps at the foot of the Buddha's head collapsed, rocks rolled, and the exploding Qi machine broke the trees along the way.
The impact created a vacuum area of tens of meters in radius.
The Buddha's head remained motionless, but the Zen staff in Xuantong's hand cracked inch by inch. His chest felt tight and he vomited blood uncontrollably.
This was caused by the force of the counter-shock.
"You have entered the devil's path and are no longer my disciples of the Buddha. What's wrong with this poor monk cleaning up the door for the Buddha? Why don't you dare to kill him?"
With a gentle sigh, the Buddha's head was pointed out slowly like a sword.
There seems to be Zen chanting between heaven and earth, there seems to be Vajra roaring, and there seems to be Arhat shouting and scolding.
Bang bang bang... .
More than two hundred monks exploded at the same time, like blooming bloody fireworks.
Before the Buddha's head, there was no devil.
One finger to destroy the door.
(End of chapter)