The golden light suddenly appeared, and the casual cultivators hurriedly released magic weapons to protect themselves. Except for Wen Leyang and a few mortals, everyone had treasures to protect themselves. After a while, they saw that the golden light seemed harmless, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't understand. What the hell are the monks at Mercy Temple doing? wWW,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,com
Wen Leyang had already figured it out just now at the foot of Zhanyan Peak. Cultivation seemed to be different from martial arts. It is difficult for a good boxer to defeat ten average boxers, but for practitioners, the difference in quality among practitioners is difficult to make up for with quantity. The nine monks did not even do anything, and they just sang a few Buddhist verses. More than half of this miscellaneous army fell, without even a chance to take action.
The golden light is warm and warm at the moment, and I don’t know when it will turn into a steel knife for scraping bones. Although Wen Leyang is honest and kind, he doesn’t think that the monks emitted a golden light to cover the mountains just to look good. If this is a spotlight, how big should it be? The bubbles.
Aunt Hong had extensive knowledge and whispered to Wen Leyang: "This is the golden light on the top of the Buddha's head at the Great Mercy Temple in Emei." Then she saw several people with confused faces and continued to explain with a smile: "Practitioners have their own differences. The Taoist magic and magical powers also have their own multiplication and conflict. The fire Taoism will be greatly reduced in water, but in the land of the sun, it can directly rise to a level. The golden light released by the monk is equivalent to fire. Practitioners should create a sunny place for themselves."
Wen Leyang nodded and understood that the magic spells cast by the monks under the light of Buddha were much more powerful than usual.
Suddenly, a powerful and long roar rose into the sky from the foot of the mountain. The clearer and more passionate sound, full of metallic tone, suddenly dispersed the sad Zen chant, and several figures shot out from a distance like shooting stars. , several leaps have already climbed the mountain!
The group of casual cultivators all looked happy and burst into cheers. Before the cheers could be exhausted, a short winter melon and four or five people had already arrived in front of everyone. Jifei and Shui Jing followed Xiao Donggua, smiling and winking at Wen Leyang and Mu Mu.
There were three other people, all tall and strong muscular men, wearing tight black tops with their muscles tightly wrapped in the clothes. Their bare chests and necks were covered with colorful tattoos, walking on the street. At first glance, he looks like a master who relies on his fists to make a living.
Short Donggua looks to be about thirty years old, with a pimple-skinned face, small eyes and a bulbous nose. He is wearing black pants and a black top. His neck collar is open to reveal a large gold chain. He also has a small bag under his arm. He looks like a standard social person. dress up.
Aunt Hong, Niu Lishi and old man Gongye immediately walked to Wai Donggua together and said, "I have seen Mr. Leyang."
Among the other casual cultivators, those with higher seniority and those with lower seniority simply knelt down and saluted the short winter melon, but they all had smiles on their faces, showing an air of kindness.
The short winter melon Le Yanggongzi looks shabby. But looking forward to it. The eyebrows naturally reveal a luxurious temperament. The smile on Pampi's face made people look extremely sincere. He said hello to the casual cultivators with a loud smile.
"Eunuch Gongye, you are still as strong as ever!"
"Aunt Hong. It's time for my grandson to take the high school entrance examination. He has to choose a good school. It's best to get a student registration from Beijing. I have a few acquaintances in the Education Bureau. I said hello before coming here. I can reply to the letter in half a day. Son."
"Haha. Mr. Niu. It's winter and you don't feel cold with your chest exposed!"
"You are... the fourth child of Fuluan Valley... tsk tsk. We haven't seen each other for just a few years. You have already become an immortal. Is your old man okay? I'll wait until I've been busy for the past few days. I'm still thinking of meeting him for a drink."
"Hey, Liu Hou'er. Your sun-blocking gold sand is getting more and more dazzling. I'm going to be poor tomorrow. I'll lend you two taels of gold sand in exchange for cigarettes."
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Mr. Leyang greeted everyone easily and quickly became mingled with the casual cultivators. Everyone he asked responded proudly and respectfully, with a bright look on their face, as if they had received a great honor.
Wen Leyang took the opportunity and asked Aunt Hong softly: "Auntie, who is this Mr. Leyang?"
Aunt Hong had just been admitted to her grandson's school by Short Winter Melon. Her smile turned into a flower: "Silly boy, they are well-known and upright people with deep roots, and crooked and evil practices also have their own power. If the casual cultivators don't become a Group, we must not let them cause trouble to death, so we people usually have collusion with each other. Whoever is bullied for no reason can find friends to stand up. The Leyang family in Huacheng has always helped everyone, generation after generation. Come down here, it’s the first among the casual cultivators.”
Wen Leyang thought for a while: "The Leyang family is the leader of the casual cultivators?"
Aunt Hong laughed: "I can't even talk about leaders. We are loose cultivators after all, and we usually don't have such a strict organization. However, Hua City has thousands of years of prestige, and Mr. Leyang is enthusiastic. In the hearts of us people, there is really something status."
Wen Leyang nodded: "I understand, then Mr. Leyang must have told everyone about the treasure revealed by cutting Yanfeng Peak this time."
Niu Lishi glanced at Wen Leyang in confusion from the side, and said with a smile: "It turns out that stupid boy is not stupid!"
Wen Leyang took out a carrot, bit off the sharp end and agreed with a smile: "Except Mr. Leyang, I'm afraid no one else can gather so many people to support him." Just after he finished speaking, he inadvertently raised his head to meet him. The eyes of the short winter melon.
Short Donggua looked at Wen Leyang and the others with piercing eyes. He smiled at the old monk behind him and said, "This young man is the disciple you are interested in? What a good vision. It's a pity that you two guys have taken the lead. Otherwise, I would definitely I have to take him home and beg my father to accept him as a junior brother, no, no need to beg, my father will have to rush to accept him!"
Listening to the meaning of Ai Donggua's words, Jifei and Shui Jing were blown away by the cowhide, and Wen Leyang had already worshiped the two old thieves as his masters.
Mr. Leyang looked at Wen Leyang again, his little eyes full of smiles: "What do you call your little brother?"
"My name is Wen Leyang."
Suddenly there was an angry curse, and the three muscular men who were following the short winter melon were angry at the same time. They stretched out their big hands to grab Wen Leyang, and cursed: "You little bastard, how dare you amuse Mr. Leyang!"
There was a click, and Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows: "Who dares to come?!" He took off the big horn behind him and loaded gunpowder with quick hands and feet. Old Taoist Jifei and Monk Shui Jing shrank their necks in reflex.
A gloomy and weird smile appeared on the short winter melon's face, and he waved away his three subordinates: "Is your name really Wen Leyang? Hehe... My name is Leyang Wen."
Wen Leyang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled strangely. He remembered that in Journey to the West, there seemed to be a pair of little monsters, one called Ba Boer Ben, and the other was called Ba Boer Ben.
Mr. Leyang seemed to want to say something else, and the voice of chanting Zen music slowly came from the Buddha's light in the sky: "Master Leyang has arrived in Huacheng, and everyone in the Great Mercy Temple is so lucky! Amitabha, the great Buddha I hope that Mr. Xiang from the Sanming Chanyuan of Mercy Temple has met the young master."
As soon as the voice fell, another voice sounded like a gossamer, as if it might die at any moment: "The Liutong Chanyuan of the Great Compassion Temple has a courtesy seat."
The third voice was even stranger. Every time he said a word, he changed his tone of emphasis, as if a group of people were relaying each word: "The Eight-phase Chanyuan of the Great Compassion Temple is located in Xi Ye Dun."
But the fourth voice was as unrestrained as spring thunder, and it sounded indescribably happy: "Shili Chanyuan Seat, Xi Zhi!"
The casual cultivators tried to find the monk who spoke, but every sound came from all directions, making it impossible to find him.
Mr. Leyang didn't care to talk nonsense with Wen Leyang anymore. He laughed and replied loudly: "Three Mings and Six Links, Eight Phases and Ten Powers. Compassion Temple is the fourth of the five major monasteries. Leyang Wen is very honored. How virtuous and capable is this young man? He actually attracted... The four divine monks opened their mouths to inquire."
Ji Fei came from behind Leyang and flattered him with a smile: "Four here are not too many. We still have a big thing left to do, the Zen Academy. It's almost enough when they're all here."
Le Yangwen turned around and glared at Lao Dao. This flattery was obviously trying to sow discord.
The fifth voice finally sounded, stammering and speaking with great effort: "Great Compassion, Bei Temple... One Big Thing Zen... Chanyuan, Hope... Hope with folded hands... Giving, giving..."
After a while of coaxing, all the casual cultivators exclaimed in low voices. The fifth voice was young and sincere. It was the young monk who had just stopped everyone from going up the mountain.
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