Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1978 Whose chance
A group of people robbed for a long time, but I didn't expect that someone would come in to get a share.

But as Long Fei said, they are all people related to Buddha, so the chances are higher.

Long Fei, the son-in-law, had too much blood on his hands.

How could such a person be chosen by Qibao cassock.

A group of people looked at each other and quickly reached an agreement.

After all, no one has the same money as King Xiaopeng, and it would be best to have one more person to share it.

The 2000 billion spirit stones will be shared by each family.

A group of people were not interested in the Demon King's letter behind them, and they all went to the backcourt to determine the ownership of this cassock.

Seeing Long Fei, Su Yiyi secretly shook hands to say hello.

The two separated from Jiutiancheng and haven't seen each other for a long time.

The little girl had a sore nose and her eyes were red for a while.

After going through so many things, she is still unrequited.

She dreams of going back to that little earth every day.

She was still the student in No. [-] Middle School, and Long Fei was still the big brother who rented a house.

Everyone pooled money, a total of five families, each sharing 400 billion.

Long Fei took out two copies and brought King Xiaopeng's with him.

The person from Shenlong Auction House laughed softly, "It turns out that King Xiaopeng's wealthy friend is the son-in-law."

Long Fei smiled lightly, and said to everyone, "Who will try this cassock first?"

King Xiaopeng was impatient, grabbed the thing and said, "Of course it's me, my ancestors are relatives of the Buddha, this cassock should be my chance."

With a confident face, he reached out and grabbed the cassock and put it on his body.

On the cassock, seven-color treasures jingled.

A golden light was released from above, and then wrapped King Xiaopeng in it.

Everyone saw the situation outside, and saw that King Xiaopeng only persisted in the golden light for a while, and immediately revealed his true colors.

His face turned into the appearance of a great roc, and with his head held in his arms, the face of a great roc appeared on top of his head.

It took him a long time to stabilize his breath.

Monk Zhian clasped his hands together and said with a faint smile, "It seems that this cassock has no destiny for King Xiaopeng."

The corners of King Xiaopeng's mouth curled up, and he resumed his appearance as Young Master Pianpian and said, "This cassock does not touch karma, but anyone who has karma cannot control it. I can't get it, and you can't get it either."

Monk Zhian smiled and said, "You can try it!"

He took the cassock and put it on his body.

The seven treasures colored glaze, gold and silver, jingle bells rang, not as intensely as King Xiaopeng just now.

Monk Zhi'an had no other distractions, chanting scriptures in his mouth.

Just when everyone thought that this cassock would belong to him, a ray of golden light suddenly enveloped him, causing Monk Zhi'an's appearance to change drastically, and he was almost insane just like King Xiaopeng.

I just persisted for a while, and quickly let go of this thing.

He shook his head and sighed, "Young monk, the Dharma is superficial, not this predestined person!"

He could afford it, let it go, and gave it to Master Kuzhu without any regrets.

Kuzhu's brows seemed to be always worried, and he was always frowning. He was not happy when he took the cassock, but he just put his hands together to thank him, and put it on his body.

He was also chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and his aura was even lower than that of Monk Zhi'an, echoing the Buddhist teachings.

For a whole stick of incense, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, thinking that this cassock should belong to him.

Bitter bamboo suddenly became insane, overjoyed, rolling on the ground, crying and laughing, completely insane.

Zhi'an yelled that it was not good, and quickly stretched out a finger, pointing out a golden light that hit Kuzhu's eyebrows.

Kuzhu recovered, quickly tore off the cassock, and said with emotion, "I am too obsessed with this thing, this thing should not belong to me."

The three families have already tried, and it is the turn of everyone in Dazizai.

King Xiaopeng joked, "Maybe we have to think about whether this thing is going to be re-auctioned."

The disciple of Dazizai Palace shouted, "My master's Dharma is profound, so this thing will naturally recognize its owner."

They picked up the cassock and handed it to an old nun respectfully.

The old nun clasped his hands together and said, "That's good, poor nun, let's try it!"

She took the cassock and chanted with her eyes closed.

A serene lotus image soon appeared on his body, as if he was sitting in a lotus pond.

All the disciples praised, "Master Uncle's "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" has been completed, and a person is like a lotus without dirt. This cassock must belong to Master Uncle."

"Uncle Master took Miaofa as his dharma name, which naturally corresponds to the creation of this scripture."

"Miao Dharma is a real person, the Dharma is boundless, and the Dharma has already been discussed, who can compare with Master and Uncle!"

"..."

A group of female disciples boasted and praised, only Su Yiyi stood aside stupidly and did not speak.

The group of people they came from the secret place of the earth, under the seat of this real Miaofa, seems to be a marginal area.

Disciple No. [-] on the field didn't have their say at all.

After a while, Master Miaofa's face was uncertain, and the surrounding lotus figures also began to shake violently.

It seemed to have encountered a violent storm and shook violently.

Master Miaofa persisted for half an hour, then suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and tore off the cassock, shook his head and sighed, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. The old nun still has obsessions in his heart, so he can't bear this cassock." of divine power."

Everyone was taken aback, and they all yelled. Unexpectedly, Master Miaofa also failed.

King Xiaopeng smiled and said to Long Fei, "My son-in-law, do you want to try it too?"

Long Fei smiled lightly, "What, is there a problem?"

King Xiaopeng laughed and said, "Of course there is no problem. You have paid two shares, so you naturally have the right to try. It's just that you have killed too much. I'm afraid that if you wear this cassock, your sanity will be wiped out, and the gain will not be worth the loss. "

Long Fei smiled lightly, "I have no self, what a pity!"

He took the cassock and put it on his body.

Unlike others, as soon as he put it on, the golden light of the cassock burst out and wrapped him inside.

The Qibao Liuli on the cassock shook violently and jingled.

There was a sound of Buddhist chanting, which even sounded from the cassock, and a Dharma image of the Zhangliu monk was condensed with golden light.

King Xiaopeng saw it and shouted, "This kid is too evil to kill, Kasao wants to completely convert him."

Zhi An frowned and said, "Do you want to wake him up?"

Kuzhu put his hands together and said, "This benefactor is right. I have no self at all. What difference does it make if I wake it up or not?"

The female disciples of Da Zi Zai Palace retreated one after another, fearing that the power of the cassock would hurt them.

After a while, a jet of black gas and the golden light came together, forming the images of the twelve demon heads, and encircling the image of the Zhangliu monk above his head.

Monk Zhi'an looked at it tightly and shouted, "What, what is this?"

Ku Zhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be the benefactor's inner demon?"

King Xiaopeng smiled strangely, "What kind of inner demon, he is obviously trying to fight against Buddhism on purpose. Don't you know that Buddhism is boundless, and there is nothing he can fight against with his magical appearance."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled boom in the golden light.

King Xiaopeng yelled in shock, "This kid doesn't know how to live or die, and is using brute force to fight against this fetish. Everyone, step back, be careful that this thing explodes and destroys this place."

A group of people all had the same meaning, and they all exited outside one after another.

Only Su Yiyi yelled anxiously, "Brother Long, what's wrong with you?"

The golden light became more and more powerful, and a swastika was formed on it for a while, and together with the Zhangliu Buddha statue, it suppressed the surging black dharma.

A karmic fire shot up into the sky from inside, and with a bang, the entire reception hall collapsed.

Su Yiyi had no choice but to back away from the ruins.

Everyone in the auction site was also shocked. They had just finished the auction of the last Demon King Handbook and hadn't left yet. Unexpectedly, the reception hall was blown up, and a golden flame was sprayed into the air.

It looks like fire but not fire. When people look at it, it seems that their souls will be evaporated by the flames.

　Chapter 2, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)