In the wilderness far, far away from the Shingon sect, Baker Richardson sat cross-legged on the edge of a field, his chest rising and falling, and thunder seemed to come out as he breathed in and out.
The tender green rice seedlings stood quietly in the dark night, their roots soaked in the water.
The water suddenly rippled, and Baker Richardson opened his eyes and saw a man with a bald forehead and long braids on the back of his head. He stood in the water as if he were standing on flat ground.
He nodded to Baker Richardson with a smile.
Whip... He should be the Dorgon that Po Jun Master said... The human body usurped the power of the ancient demon... The only prodigy who has developed the method of devouring the remains... Some kind of In a sense, he is as amazing and talented as Demon Dao Wangchen.
Baker Richardson thought to himself and nodded in response.
He is a little afraid of Dorgon, but he is not afraid. In terms of fighting, he has strong self-confidence. No matter whether it is the master or other extremes, he is no match for him.
What President Baker lacks is the means to defeat the enemy. The Juggernaut is too durable, rendering his close-quarters abilities ineffective.
But now with Kusanagi Sword, his strength has changed qualitatively. It is no longer as fierce as a tiger in one operation, the actual record is 0.5.
Moreover, he also has the support of the Superpower Association, which gives him the confidence to fight for the fruit and form an alliance with the ancient demon.
However, after killing Fotou, he completely broke with Baoze.
He already had an idea of how to fight in the future, but since they had formed an alliance, everyone had to discuss it together.
Not long after, a black shadow came through the sky and landed steadily, forming a triangle with Baker Richardson and Dorgon.
"He didn't look back in time." The young master looked in the direction of the Shingon Sect.
Dorgon sneered: "Isn't this expected? There is no need to start plan B."
If Li Xianyu looked back in time, they would definitely win. Unfortunately, there is no such beautiful thing in the world. No backtracking, no loss at all, at least kill the Buddha head and get the Kusanagi sword.
After this incident, it was proved that Li Xianyu was not invincible in time retrieval. Baker Richardson was not very impressed, but Qingshi and Dorgon, who had been worried for a while, were relieved and full of confidence.
"We can definitely take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory." Baker Richardson, holding the Kusanagi sword in hand, is more confident than ever.
"Can't beat it." Dorgon shook his head.
"Well, it's true that you can't beat me." Qingshi agreed: "Although you have the Kusanagi Sword, the unparalleled fighting spirit and the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace can challenge any one of us. Dorgon is no longer at the peak of the extreme. My two clones , one was injured by the sword of air, and the other was injured by the sword of Kusanagi, and there is not much strength left. Can you two defeat them alone? "
Both masters have experienced hundreds of battles. They have fought against the Baoze camp more than once, and they are very aware of each other's combat prowess.
"However, when I recover, the three of us with one sword have a good chance of winning." Qingshi said happily: "Kill all the Jidao and capture Li Xianyu alive."
Baker Richardson said: "Will you go to the United States with me or stay in China?"
"What are you going to do?" The two masters looked at him at the same time.
"After all, this is Baoze's territory. Baoze is so determined that he will sacrifice everything at all costs. Do you dare to say that we can win surely?" Richardson flicked the sword with his fingers and made a clanging sound: "I manage this. The largest vampire body in the world.”
... ...
At dawn, a helicopter landed at Lianghua Temple, its propeller churning the air and making a dull "dah" sound.
Li Xianyu and Dan Chenzi carried the stretcher down. On the stretcher lay the Buddha's head, covered with white cloth.
Grandma Grandma and Li Peiyun then left the cabin, but Bingzhaozi did not come.
They walked in silence, with no expression on anyone's face, solemn and heavy.
Pushing open the door of the Buddha's Head Zen Room, Li Xianyu carefully placed the old monk on the bed and whispered: "Go and call Jingse."
At this time, I had not yet started rebooting, and there was still half an hour before the morning class.
Dan Chenzi knocked on the door of the Jingse Zen Room. The handsome monk was wearing white pajamas, his eyes were dazed, and he looked at this person who should not have appeared at the door in astonishment.
"why you?"
Dan Chenzi glanced at him and looked away, not daring to look at him: "Buddha head is back."
Just as Jie Se showed joy, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did Dan Chenzi come to inform him
Looking at this familiar young Taoist priest, his eye circles were red and his expression was full of sadness.
Jie Se's heart skipped a beat. He nodded expressionlessly, passed Dan Chenzi and walked towards the master's meditation room.
I walked faster and faster, and the pace became more and more urgent, and in the end I was running wildly.
"Clang!"
He opened the door and stared at the bed, where the old monk who always sat cross-legged lay there.
It is a cold, soulless body.
Six o'clock in the morning.
The morning bell rang, one after another, one after another, seemingly endless.
Cries resounded throughout Emei, and wailings could be heard from all over the mountains and plains.
... ...
In the early morning of this rising sun, the construction team of the Shangqing Sect started a new day of busy work. After completing the cleanup of the ruins, they have now begun reconstruction.
Because the buildings in Taoist temples are usually two-story or even one-story, the construction difficulty is very low. You only need to put up some steel frames before you can start building a house.
Qin Ze came to the Shangqing Sect bathed in the golden morning glow, wearing tattered clothes and a tired look on his face.
He did not reach the top of the mountain, but paused for a moment on the mountainside, found the path, passed through new leaves and lush shrubs, and came to the yellow mud house.
"Senior, I am Qin Ze, CEO of Baoze Group."
He stood in front of the yard and said loudly.
A few minutes later, the wooden door creaked open, and an old Taoist priest carrying a bamboo broom walked out with hunched shoulders.
Glancing at him: "I don't know him."
"I brought you wine." He took out boxes after boxes of wine from his wallet as if he was prepared, including distilled wine, rice wine, rice wine, wine, whiskey... There were many types and they were expensive.
"I'm thinking, my reputation for loving wine won't be known to the whole world. I think even the leader of Baoze will hear about it." The old Taoist priest said "tsk" and reluctantly picked up the pile of wine boxes. Move away.
"Dan Chenzi told me." Qin Ze said.
"Your Excellency and I are strangers, so why are you here?" The old Taoist priest waved, and the box opened automatically. He took a bottle of rice wine, unscrewed the lid, smelled it first, then sipped it, and nodded with satisfaction.
Qin Ze also smiled.
"I came here after a lot of struggle. I really don't want to nag senior unless I have to."
The old Taoist priest sipped his wine.
"You don't know me, but you know me." Qin Ze said, "He also passed me the Sword of Qi."
The old Taoist priest paused.
"Taoist Master Wangchen," Qin Ze bowed deeply, "Thank you for passing on the sword to Taoist Priest."
(End of chapter)