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Chapter 374 The Nagging Little Monk
Those Daluo Golden Immortals were trapped inside by the ancient magic that Peng Fan cast with one finger. No matter how hard they struggled, it was in vain and they couldn't get out at all. Moreover, the demonic energy around them would suck their cultivation. , making them feel panic inside.

The old monk's forehead was held down by one of Peng Fan's big hands, and his body was constantly shaking. No matter how panicked he was, it was all in vain, and he couldn't struggle away at all.

Within a dozen or so breaths, the old monk lost all vitality and became even older, and finally turned into a dry skinny body, with an extremely miserable and frightening death.

Even the soul of the old monk was swallowed up by Peng Fan, but this old monk was really an accomplished monk, and he actually cultivated a golden relic the size of a fist.

"Who!"

At this moment, Peng Fan turned his head sharply and found a little monk standing behind him. The little monk had a shaved head and was wearing a red cassock. He was pretty, even cute.

"Hey! Territory Master, don't do anything with your own people, I'll scare the little monk."

The little monk who appeared had treacherous eyes at this time, like a thief, and Peng Fan's roar made him tremble with fright.

"Little monk, what are you doing here? Tell me, which bald clone are you, or this will be your end."

At this moment, under such a special environment, such a cute little monk appeared, which seemed very strange. While watching carefully, Peng Fan said, if the situation is not right, immediately shoot and kill him with one blow .

"Lord, I am not someone's avatar. I am the little abbot of Bodhi Mountain in the world. My name is Kongkong, a little monk of Yikong."

The little monk Yikong, not afraid, really a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, he touched his bald head with one hand, and said a little embarrassedly.

Hearing what the young monk Yikong said, Peng Fan still didn't let go of his vigilance, and still used his spiritual sense to sense the opponent's body. After confirming that it wasn't any clone, he asked:
"Little monk, you are not by your master's side, what are you doing here!"

Peng Fan, I have heard of Bodhi Mountain. It was a Buddhist mountain before the world was destroyed.

In the past, there were many Buddhist temples in the human world, such as the South Shaolin and the North Shaolin. They were all monks with low cultivation levels on the surface of the mortal world.

There are even many monks in temples, all of whom are fake, scamming money.

But there are also real monks, the real eminent monks who have achieved the Tao, that is the rumored Bodhi Mountain. No one knows where it is, but some of the world's experts with high cultivation bases, they do know.

Puti Mountain, there are eight old monks, one young monk, and eight old monks. Almost all of them have the ability to reach the sky.

There is also that little monk, that is, the Kong monk in front of him, who is naturally talented and intelligent. It is said that he is the reincarnation of the Buddha.

Little monk Yikong: "People in the world worship Lingshan Leiyin Temple so much, and now the domain master slaughters gods and Buddhas with his own hands. What a majestic sight, I naturally want to come and appreciate it..."

Peng Fan: "Little monk, don't talk too much, just tell your purpose!"

Peng Fan immediately interrupted the monk's flattering. If he didn't stop, I don't know how long he would have to talk. Peng Fan felt that every monk was so verbose. With his own heart, it seemed that there would be less talk in the future. Deal with Buddhists.

Little monk Yikong: "Oh! Territory Master, I told you so. I want this real Buddha relic. If I devour him, I can quickly increase my cultivation. I don't know if the Territory Master can give it to the little monk."

The young monk Yikong kept pinching his fingers with both hands, and stood there looking extremely embarrassed, even a little shy on his face, embarrassed, and said what he wanted in his heart.

Peng Fan did not immediately throw the relic to the young monk, but frowned, thought for a while, and then said:
"I ask you two questions. As long as you answer me, I will give you this relic."

Young monk Yi Kong: "Oh! Territory Lord, just ask!"

Peng Fan: "Everyone is rumored that you are the reincarnation of the Buddha. If this is true, one day you will be enlightened, cultivate the Tao, and become a true Buddha. Will you return to the Lingshan Mountain and become an enemy of the world?"

Peng Fan said it almost unanimously, and said it extremely seriously, this is not a joke.

After listening to Peng Fan's words, the young monk Yikong touched his little bald head with his hand, and wiped the snot from his nose with the cuff of his red cassock.

Little monk Yikong: "Master, you also believe in the illusory way of reincarnation. To be honest, I have never thought about this issue. If it is true, please rest assured, Master, I will definitely watch over our homeland and return to the Buddha Buddha, if the relatives do not recognize him, he will no longer be a human being, and since I was young I liked to read Journey to the West, and I know that Buddha is not a good thing.”

Before the little monk Yikong finished speaking, Peng Fan directly picked up the fist-sized golden relic in his hand and threw it to the little monk Yikong.

"Thank you Territory Lord. A spiritual stone fell out of the old monk's Qiankun bag. Can you give me a few dollars? With the private money, I can drink and eat meat quietly again."

Peng Fan's face turned dark immediately, a universe bag fell on the clouds next to the old monk's body, a few top-quality spirit stones slipped out of the bag mouth, and was seen by the young monk, so he died shamelessly, Licking his lips, he begged Peng Fan for it.

"Let me tell you, little monk, if you eat wine and meat, you have already violated the profound precepts, and you cannot become a true Buddha. The Buddha said: gold, silver and money are demons that make people fall into hell. Do you know that?"

Peng Fan saw that the little monk was indeed interesting. He saw that the Daluo gods who rushed into his magic mist were trapped inside and could not get out for a while, so he said a few more words to tease the little monk.

"Amitabha Buddha! Territory Master, you don't know about this! The Buddha also said: Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in the heart. If I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell. Come on! I am willing to go to hell."

A black line protruded from Peng Fan's forehead, Nima, this little monk is simply invincible, and it's really scary to meet shameless people, I didn't expect it to be like this in the words of the Buddhist school.

Peng Fan really didn't want to talk to the little monk anymore, so he threw the relic and the Qiankun bag left by the old monk to the little monk, telling him to get out!

Little monk Yikong: "Amitabha! The domain master is so merciful, can you promise me one more thing."

"What else is there! Why are there so many things, get out of here!"

Peng Fan almost roared angrily, this little monk is really endless, like a fly buzzing in his ears, making people upset, wishing to slap him to death.

The young monk Yikong was startled by Peng Fan's sudden rage, his body trembled, and he looked at Peng Fan with tears in his eyes, looking extremely pitiful and aggrieved. Beside him, he didn't speak, and he didn't leave, but his eyes were full of tears. If Peng Fan was yelling, the little monk would burst into tears.

"Little ancestor, don't cry, just say it! After you finish speaking, hurry up and go to buy your wine and meat."

Peng Fan was helpless, suppressing the anger in his heart, almost gritted his teeth and said softly, this little monk is really more hateful than those gods in the sky, but because of his identity and being on the battlefield of the Nine Heavens, Countless pairs of eyes were staring at this place, and they really didn't dare to hit the little monk.

"My little monk is suffering, woo~ I also want to kill gods and Buddhas and become a big man, but this little monk is afraid and wants the domain master to protect him. When life is at stake, save this little monk's life."

The little monk Yikong held back the tears in his eyes, and finally couldn't help crying all of a sudden, and said sobbing at the same time.

Hearing this, Peng Fan turned from anger to joy, and immediately became interested, stretched out his hand to touch the little bald head of the little monk, and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha! Cultivation, enlightenment, what are you using it for! If your homeland and clansmen have perished, what's the point of cultivation? As a man, you should stand upright and kill the enemy's head! Little monk, I am optimistic about you, go! !"

While talking, Peng Fan pointed to the Daluo Jinxians who were trapped in the demonic energy.

After hearing Peng Fan's words, the little monk shut up and didn't cry, wiped away the tears from his eyes and cheeks, and went straight to those big Luo Jinxians.

(End of this chapter)