The Great Compassion Temple of the Buddhist Sect, Yizi Palace of the Laymen, Daomen Chicken Coop, Goose and Sheep, and Kunlun are collectively known as the Five Blessings in the World. They are responsible for cultivating the true Tao and have occupied the world's prestige for more than a thousand years. wwW!QUanbEn-xIAoShUo!cOmThe heads of Wufu usually spend time cultivating in the mountains and rarely show up. Occasionally, a head of a family comes down the mountain, which is enough to cause an uproar. This time, for an unknown sect that is not even a cultivation sect. Wen Bucao, all the top figures in the fourth of the five blessings are gathered together.
But no one knows whether this is a grand event for cultivating the truth or a catastrophe for Wen Bucao.
Soon after, chaotic footsteps were heard at the entrance of the village. Shan Duan, with a familiar smile on his face, led dozens of monks up the mountain first. The monks all walked heavily. Not only did they not use their magical powers, they didn't even use their energy to lighten their bodies. They just relied on their own physical strength to walk up the mountain, giving Wen Bucao enough face.
After the monks, there are hundreds of old Taoists in Wuyang and Wuyang, who are divided into three types of clothing: green robes, apricot yellow robes and white robes.
The four old men, together with their uncles Wen Tunhai and Wen Leyang, quickly came forward to greet them. The eldest man took the abbot's decisive hand and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help, the holy monk."
Abbot Shan Duan smiled, bowed and clasped his hands together, and did not shy away from the old Taoists behind him when he spoke: "What did the old man say? Wen Bu Cao and the Great Mercy Temple have the same blood, and they are connected by the same spirit. The origin between you and me is not Anyone can understand it.”
After Shan Juan finished speaking, he raised his head and winked slightly at the old rabbit demon Bu Le who was mixed in the warm grass.
Then five monks stepped out of the team and saluted Mr. Wen together: "I have seen Mr. Wen in the Fifth Zen Hall of the Great Mercy Temple."
There were no more murmurings in the five monastery seats.
The six core members of the Wen family hurriedly returned the gift. Wen Leyang stood up straight and smiled at the little Stutterer who was still in the monk team: "The little holy monk is not going to do a big thing and sit in the monastery?"
Little Stutter shook his head with a frown on his face: "I... I have been delayed in my homework for ten or ten months in the mountains, and I asked Senior Brother Xijue to come back."
Monk Xijue was the old monk who had his mobile phone taken away by Changli at the entrance of Zhanyanfeng Cave. Now the abbot Shan Juan has sealed him back to the Great Shi Zen Temple. He also had a sad face at the moment. The corner of his eyes kept glancing at the big speaker in Xiao Yi's hand.
Xiao Yi smiled and stuck out his tongue at Xijue: "Whose Dopod?" The old monk Xijue shook his head with a grimace: "Now the monk has changed to a higher level."
Wen Bu Cao has always been stingy. The old men only exchanged greetings with the monks. He just left the others aside and ignored them. After entering the village, the Taoist priests were divided into three piles according to the color of their robes. The Jilong Dao disciples in Qingpao all looked gloomy. His eyes were full of hostility; the apricot-yellow-robed Taoist looked slightly stunned. On the contrary, the old Taoists in white robes are all good-tempered. Smiling like an extra. When his eyes met the disciples of the Wen family. Most of them smiled and nodded.
It took half a day. A young white-robed Taoist priest finally spoke with a smile: "Senior Monk Shan Duan. The old Taoists have been standing here for a long time. They are all waiting for you to introduce us."
Monk Shanjuan smiled kindly: "Monk should be beaten. Monk should be beaten. I was so happy to see my old friend. I forgot about you all for a moment." After saying that, he grabbed Mr. Wen's wrist: "Old man, I will introduce you to some experts. .”
The old man narrowed his eyes. He smiled and said nothing.
Shan Duan first led everyone in the Wen family to walk quickly to the Qingpao Taoist group, and pointed at an old Taoist with a bitter look on his face, who was hunched over and seemed to be struggling to breathe: "This is the Zique Master of Jilong Tao. He is dressed in thunder. The level of Dharma cultivation is earth-shaking, and the Dharma weapon Sun and Moon Immovable Kalpa is even more sharp and sharp that there are countless in the world!”
Zique Lao Dao doesn't look like a wise man, but more like an old widower. His eyes were so cloudy that he could hardly distinguish between black and white. He raised his head tremblingly, nodded expressionlessly to Mr. Wen, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Wen Bucao, good job." Then he followed. He glanced at Wen Leyang again with turbid eyes.
Shan Juan's introduction was not finished yet: "Zi Que Zhenren is the oldest person in our generation. He is almost three hundred years old."
Zi Que sighed and shook his head, his tone full of helplessness but no trace of blame: "Three hundred and three!"
Shan Juan smiled sarcastically: "It's the monk who has a confused head..." He hadn't finished his words yet. Wen Buzuo spoke from behind: "The Immortal Chief behind Master Zique, who has a bad expression on his face, looks familiar."
Hua Lao Wen Bu Doo usually never leaves the Fourth Master's back, but now he follows the core members of the Wen family as a matter of course.
When Shan Duan spoke to the Wen family, he did not consider himself a monk at all, but said in a Jianghu tone: "Brother, you are kidding me. This is Master Zhang Jian, Taoist Brother Qingniao. He just came to Jiuding Mountain not long ago."
Wen Buzuo was shocked with a rich expression: "Oh, I really can't recognize him. The Blue Bird Immortal was very energetic when he came here last time. He looked like an immortal and was not as tired as he is now." After saying this, he was completely stunned. Without looking at the expressions of the Jilong Tao disciples, he picked up Monk Shanjuan and walked towards the apricot-yellow-robed Taoist: "Holy Monk, quickly introduce me to the immortal elders here."
Jilongdao was teased by Wen Buzuo and Shanjuan Monk for a long time, and his face became colder than a knife, but no one said anything. The leader Zique was still hunched over and panting laboriously.
Just as Wen Buzuo took a few steps away, he suddenly stopped again. It seemed like he remembered something. Turning back to the old Taoist Master Qingniao with the Palm Sword of the Chicken Coop, he shouted: "Taoist Master, please be slow when you use your magical power this time. The lightning rod in Wenjia Village has been in disrepair for a long time, and I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand it for a few more times."
Master Zhangjian’s eyes were almost bursting with tears, but the leader still looked like he was not alive or dead. Chicken Coop Road was very hierarchical. Zique was silent, and other disciples did not dare to open it.
Shan Duan smiled and shook his head. He walked up to the apricot-yellow-robed Taoist priests without saying a word. The Taoist priest quickly took a step forward and bypassed the demon monk Shan Duan. He almost made eye contact with Wen Bu Dou and spoke in a deep and majestic voice: "With the power of words and tongue, a villain can achieve his goals, but eating the bitter fruit and regretting the green intestines is the same as asking for it."
The yellow-robed Taoist priest who took one step forward looked to be in his early fifties. He was of medium height but had a frighteningly thick body. His arms were thicker than those of ordinary people.
Wen Buzuo's expression did not change at all. He stared back at the middle-aged yellow-robed Taoist priest with piercing eyes. He changed his tired tone just now and spoke as calmly as if he were a Taoist master: "Yelang is arrogant, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, but he doesn't know that the shame of being so generous is so close to the world. In front of you."
Monk Shanjuan still smiled heartlessly, and stepped away from the two of them: "You are a pair, haha. Everyone is full of knowledge, which makes the monk seem uneducated. This is the head of the Eyang Taoist Sanwei Real person.”
Mr. Wen nodded and said to Master Sanwei: "Let's get closer later." Then he strolled towards the white robes. What surprised Wen Leyang was that the leader in white robe was young and had a slender figure. He is handsome and looks to be in his early twenties, about the same age as himself.
The little Taoist priest in white robe didn't wait for Wen Leyang to speak this time. He smiled bitterly and bowed to Wen Buzao, without the demeanor of a leader: "I have not offended you. Don't use your words to set me up. I just became the leader and my prestige has not been long." I'm already bad, but if I get laughed at by you again, all my brothers and sisters will rebel against me when we return to the mountain."
Wen Buzu was stunned. I didn't expect to meet a landlord who didn't care about his status. For the first time in my life, I didn't know what to say. Monk Shanjuan laughed and joked: "Brother Zhengdao, Kunlun Dao Liu, is a leader of the generation. He is very successful at a young age. He is really the most talented person in the righteous path for thousands of years!"
Liu Zheng still smiled bitterly, changed his direction and continued to bow to Shan Juan: "Holy Monk, please don't say that. My brothers and sisters were dissatisfied with me, but your compliment made them even more likely to make trouble with me after they returned. "
The white-robed Kunlun Taoists behind him all had expressions of helplessness and laughter.
Shanjuan seemed to have a good relationship with him. He waved his hands and said with a smile: "Haha, it would be best if we could get rid of you, the leader who talks nonsense all day long!"
Liu Zheng chuckled and stood up straight, his starry eyes shining brightly, without being disrespectful at all. He saluted the four heads of the Wen family in turn, always speaking of himself as a junior.
Wen Buzuo moved his mouth, but in the end he didn't have the nerve to say anything anymore. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist Liu Zheng looked overjoyed and nodded at him: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for your noble hand..."
As soon as the three Taoist sects were introduced on the mountain, the two eldest heads of the Luo family, the second wife of the Miao family, and the little Chi Maojiu came together. Behind them were hundreds of people, including the Luo family's masters who were leading the corpse. The shamans, who were still young, all had gloomy faces, and their eyes were so cold that they could freeze flies to death.
As soon as Mr. Luo entered the village, he shouted at Mr. Wen: "Old Wen, you are unloyal!"
The second mother also nodded: "We Tuoxie descendants have the same blood... Oh, your flag is quite majestic! We will have to embroider one when we go back."
More than a dozen young disciples of Wen Bucao were holding the newly erected flag steadily, with two large characters tilted like a knife or a halberd. He thrust into everyone's sight domineeringly.
Kui from the Miao and Luo families greeted the monks at the Great Mercy Temple. After leading his subordinates to join Wen Bucao's team, Boss Luo asked: "Boys from the Wen family, tell us who is the enemy?"
Wen Buzuo came over with a joyous expression on his face and pointed at the Jilong Taoist disciples in green robes: "These are the right ideas. I went up to the mountain to cause trouble half a month ago and was beaten to a pulp. Now I am bringing people back to take revenge." After that, he said again. Pointing at Goeyang in apricot-yellow robes, he said, "They are green-robed helpers, and they will probably be beaten soon."
Boss Luo nodded majestically, pointed at Kunlun in white robes with his chin and said, "What about them?"
Wen Buzuo's tone was a little hesitant: "It's hard to tell. They were very polite after we went up the mountain. We haven't yet figured out whether they are thieves or guests. Anyway, it's good to be on guard."
The little Taoist Priest in white robes kept smiling at Wen Bu, showing his neat and white teeth. A youthful innocence and sunshine appeared on his face. Everyone who saw his smile couldn't help but smile at the corners of their mouths. Pucker up a smile line.
Wen Leyang also smiled and had a good impression of Liu Zheng.
After a period of confusion, the introductions were finally completed. Monk Shan Duan muttered "Amitabha" in a low voice and returned to the queue at the Great Compassion Temple. At this time, the old Zique Taoist who was standing in the Chicken Coop Taoist Team and had been panting like a broken bellows finally took two steps. There was no trace of emotion in his turbid eyes, and he looked at the monks of the Great Mercy Temple: "Do the holy monks at the Great Mercy Temple really want to protect these evil heretics?" His voice was hoarse, as if there was a thick layer of phlegm in his throat, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable. They wished they could clear their throats by coughing twice. .
The demon monk Shanjuan smiled slightly and resumed his presiding manner as the No. 1 Buddhist sect in the world. His voice was full of justice and awe-inspiring: "Purple Bird Immortal has made serious words and is fair to people's hearts. Monk only asks that all fellow Taoists can write on Jiuding Mountain." A straight word." He finished. He smiled compassionately and stopped talking.
The old Taoist master of Jilong Dao who was standing behind Zi Que also walked out of the team and laughed fiercely: "What a Zhengzi! Jilong Dao has invited all the Taoist friends and the dharma bodies of the great monks of the Great Mercy Temple to come to this Nine Dingshan is just to write this straight character horizontally and vertically!"
The veteran Jade Bird was seriously injured last time, but most of them were injuries to the muscles, bones, skin and flesh. Half a month later, most of the recovery had occurred: "More than two years ago, there was a monster at the foot of Jiuding Mountain who killed my true Taoist disciples. I led the disciples up the mountain to investigate," he said, glaring at Uncle Wen with a glare like a knife: " Wen Bucao, do you dare to tell the Great Mercy Temple what I said to you after I went up the mountain?"
Wen Buzuo stood up from behind the fourth master, frowning and thinking for a while. He coughed and imitated the tone of Jade Bird: "I have a good memory and can still remember seven names. Little demon, you are still far behind, Lei!" Although the voice was different. But the tone is very precise.
Wen Leyang laughed, and took a step intentionally or unintentionally, covering Wen Buzuo from the side. He judged a gentleman with a villain's heart. This time in front of several other sects, Chicken Coop Road was also a respectable one. Characters, it is still impossible to sneak attack a sharp-tongued villain.
All the Taoist priests were confused. They all heard that Wen Buzao was imitating the old Jade Bird Taoist of Chicken Coop Tao, but they couldn't understand what he was talking about.
Wen Bu was satisfied for a while. He explained calmly: "The Taoist master holding the big sword said these three sentences in total after he went up the mountain. The other words were said by the little Taoist priest behind him."
Coax... All the Wen Bu Cao disciples present at the venue laughed.
The old master Qingniao, who was holding the giant sword, had his chest heaving. After taking a few deep breaths, he managed to regain his composure: "Who is Qingniao? How could he be familiar with you? After I went up the mountain that time, the disciple who sat down immediately revealed his identity and purpose of coming... "
Qingniao was about to continue talking when Wen Budo, who always hated saying enough, interrupted him impatiently: "No one will file a lawsuit with you, and the Wen family has no need to confront you. Put away your nonsense as soon as possible. If you want to fight, fight. If you don't want to fight, just get off the mountain and don't be embarrassed here!" After saying that, he turned around and left.
Taoist Qingniao was so choked that his chest almost exploded, and he shouted loudly: "Asshole! Stop talking, whoever comes to die first!" The giant sword in his arms seemed to feel the anger of its owner, and it violently exploded. There was a ball of dazzling thunder.
Before the old Taoist finished speaking, the sky was suddenly filled with brilliant colors. More than a hundred voices shouted loudly from the Wenbu grass camp: "I'll come first!" In an instant, flying swords, divine sand, ghost crossbows, and earthquake Tianyin and Rakshasa Yanlinlinzong didn't know how many magic weapons soared into the sky together. Almost all the casual cultivators released magic weapons. He hit Jade Bird Lao Dao.
This group of casual cultivators were originally here to fight, and they had long been tired of the two sides bickering. After finally waiting for Wen Buzuo to win all the previous rounds of debates, the old man Qingniao shouted angrily and threw his treasure out without even thinking about it. Then he realized that he was not the only one who did it, and he started to rush again. After taking back the magic weapon, the casual cultivators kept their eyes high. If the other party was alone, they would not bother to attack him.
Old Master Jade Bird never expected that after he had finished roaring, magic weapons rained down from the sky, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body. He was not afraid, but angry. Most of these magic weapons were not popular in his eyes, so he shouted loudly again, The giant sword in his hand rose into the sky, shaking stacks of long chants that resounded through the sky to greet the magic weapons of the casual cultivators.
Just as the giant sword flew up, the countless magic weapons that were overwhelming just now disappeared without a trace. Qingniao Old Road went up the mountain twice. This happened to me several times. Every time, the enemy stopped as soon as I made a move. I was so angry. The canthus of the eye was completely split, and with a flip of his hands, the giant sword roared in the wind, piercing the blue sky and slashing towards the Tuoxian banner like lightning.
Two voices suddenly rang out from the Wen family disciples: "Do it!"
Immediately, seven magnificent colors rose into the sky. Each of the seven fat men danced a giant sword, and the seven colors merged into a rainbow, which rolled straight up from the ground to meet the giant sword!
There was a loud bang, the rainbow exploded and the giant sword swayed. The seven fat men and the sword master each staggered back a few steps.
Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan looked at the Rainbow brothers with concern: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay!" the seven fat men said in unison.
The two silly uncles relaxed their expressions together, raised their hands and pointed at the flag still flying and said: "Protect the flag!" It was the two of them who had called for action just now.
The seven fat men were extremely obedient. With giant blades held high in their hands, they walked grandly to the foot of the flag and stood there with solemn expressions.
The elder also turned his back now. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Old Dao Jade Bird, and said three words calmly: "You have to die." After saying that, it was as if he was already a dead person, and he didn't even bother to look at him.
Shan Juan waved his hand behind him, and the seat of the Five Great Zen Monastery immediately moved with the sitting monk to the side of Wen Bu Cao. Make your position clear.
Only Shan Juan and Xiao Zhu Ba Xi Sheng remained in place.
The blue bird holding the sword glared at the monks, and said in a sharp tone with a hint of hoarseness: "Does the Great Mercy Temple really want to protect demons?"
Shanjuan still had the same compassionate Buddha expression, and just replied lightly: "Brother Qingniao, please respect yourself. Until now, monk, I haven't seen the demon, I only saw you drawing your sword."
Purple Bird Master, who had been silent and just panting, spoke again, not to the monk. Instead, he looked at the other two Taoist sects: "Friends of Sanwei and Taoist friends of Liuzheng, what do you say?"
The leader of Goeyang Road. The thick and sturdy Sanwei Zhenren Longxianghubu stood side by side with the Zique Taoist priest: "Slaying demons and protecting the Tao, the disciples of the Eyang Taoist sect are only looking at the Zique Taoist brother."
Liu Zheng, the young master of the Kunlun Dao, looked at the two Dao sects with a worried look, then looked at the Shanjuan monk on one side, and finally turned back to look at the Kunlun disciples following behind him: "Why? What to do?" A few of the Kunlun disciples had a bad temper and glared at him, a few of the thin-skinned ones simply lowered their heads, and the rest had helpless expressions on their faces.
Master Sanwei of the Eyang Dao snorted in displeasure: "Master Liu Zheng, Kunlun Dao has been majestic for thousands of years. He has eliminated countless demons..."
The young Taoist priest Liuzheng rubbed his palms awkwardly, and interrupted Master Sanwei with some hesitation: "Well, it is of course obligatory to kill demons and demons in the Kunlun Way, but they are obviously just a group of casual cultivators and ordinary people. There are no evil demons."
Shanjuan smiled, put his hands together and saluted the young Taoist priest Liu Zheng: "A real person's compassionate heart deserves this salute from the monks of the Great Compassion Temple."
The eminent monks from the Great Compassion Temple who were standing in the Wen Bu Cao camp also bowed to Master Liu Zheng with their hands folded and chanted the name of the Buddha.
The little Taoist priest Liu Zheng was even more embarrassed now. Nervous, there was no place to put his hands, and he hurriedly returned the favor: "The monk's words are serious, and the words are serious. I would like to ask the monk and the old men of the Wen family to talk about it carefully. Everyone can calmly distinguish right from wrong, and know what is right and what is fair."
Master Sanwei Zhenren, the leader of Jilong Dao, stretched out his hand and pointed at Wen Bucao and the crowd: "With these mortals and casual cultivators, how can we hurt Dao Brother Qingniao! Since the evil spirit refuses to show up, we will force him to come out and leave you, fellow Daoist Zheng." I'm still young. I don't understand the vicious methods of evil demons. I must not let a single benevolent thought lead to countless disasters in the future."
Liu Zheng's expression was awkward, but he was not embarrassed to speak: "Thank you Master Sanwei. Liu Zheng has been taught, but... Liu Zheng is young and has little cultivation, so he can't distinguish between monsters, but he is a good judgmental monk with a sharp eye, so the old man will never look at him. It’s wrong.”
Xiao Jie raised his head with a sigh and glanced at Abbot Shan Juan, and asked stumblingly: "Is he praising...praising...praising you?"
The demon monk Shanjuan sighed and answered Xi Sheng in a very low voice: "I am also thinking about it..."
Before Shan Juan finished speaking, a burst of heroic and hearty laughter suddenly came from the foot of the mountain: "Master Liu Zheng said it well! How can Shan Juan, the divine monk with his Dharma eyes like a torch, be able to distinguish between good and evil! Chicken coops and geese and sheep My fellow Taoist is really a mediocre person."
Shan Duan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, used his Buddhist magical powers, and smiled slowly towards the foot of the mountain: "Unexpectedly, the old immortal Yizigong Xia came to Jiuding Mountain in person, and the monk folded his hands."
The six core members of the Wen family looked at each other. The excitement seemed to be getting louder and louder now.
Xiao Yi and Mu Mu also looked at each other, and the former's hand tightened on the big speaker.
Boss Xia's voice came loudly again: "If the holy monk is so polite, he will not regard Lao Xia as a brother! The fifth blessing is the fourth, how can there be a lack of Yizigong? Besides, the Wen family and our Yizigong are already close. If someone bullies you without asking any questions, Yizigong cannot just sit idly by and ignore it!"
As he said that, Boss Xia's voice paused slightly and became polite: "Luohai Lake Yizi Palace, Xia Nanxiu went up the mountain to ask to see the old heads of the Wen family, haha, let's go up now! Is Wen Leyang here? You have to cheer up, haha!" Boss Xia's tone was completely different from that of Maheshui who had left before. Not only was there no arrogance and arrogance in Maheshui, on the contrary, it was full of kindness, and his words to Wen Leyang were more like a kind person. The elders joke with the younger ones again.
Of course, this tone is extremely harsh to Jilongdao, who is determined to take revenge.
Master Liu Zheng, the young leader of Kunlun Dao, beamed with joy and laughed extremely happily: "Now the five blessings have truly gathered together, I will go down the mountain to pick up the old god Xia!" He did not regard himself as an outsider at all, and turned around after saying that. He ran towards the entrance of the village. After just two steps, he suddenly stopped and stared at the entrance of the village in shock: "Why are you here?"
The five people walked in from the entrance of the village panting. They snorted in displeasure and gave Mr. Liu Zheng a sharp look: "Why, we can't come."
Master Liu Zheng had a helpless and bitter smile on his face: "If you can come, you can come."
Uncle Wen Tunhai also let out an ouch at this time, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Liu Suo, if you have anything to do with your boss, just make a phone call."
The five gentlemen who had just entered the village were all dressed in crisp gray uniforms. On the big-brimmed hats on their heads, the national emblem was shining in the sun. They looked much more majestic than a group of cultivating monks.
Liu Suo was very polite to the former county magistrate. He offered him a cigarette first and then smiled bitterly: "Brother Wen, we don't want to come either. You think this mountain is so easy to climb. If you don't receive a report, it will be said that there are a large group of old monks." When people enter the village, we are afraid something will happen and we quickly come over to take a look."
A little policeman behind him also smiled very thinly: "Drink! This flag is really majestic. Are you having a masquerade party?"
Wen Tunhai laughed loudly: "The old people in the village invited some monks to perform rituals and fulfilled their youthful wish."
The monks who are the fourth of the five blessings in the world have helpless faces, and they are still thinking about how they have become masters of religious practices.
Liu Suo nodded, and his stern eyes swept across the faces of the group of monks and monks. Basically no one stared at him. After hesitating for a while, he finally said: "It is a good thing to pray for blessings and fulfill wishes, but feudal superstition is not allowed. You can't." Do it!" He said and secretly stuffed a business card into Wen Tunhai's hand, winked at him, and led the team down the mountain.
When Liu Suo left the village, Boss Xia was striding into the village. There were only five or six people following him, including a slim girl.
The girl is only around 20 years old. She can't be said to be very good-looking, but once you look at her for a long time, you can't bear to look away. Her eyes are not big, and her nose is not upturned, but she has some plain facial features that are combined together, but there is something indescribable. Exquisite and suitable, it makes people feel comfortable. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)