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"What are you talking about?!" Ye Fan slapped him on the back of the head with a slap.

"Little bald head, haven't you been converted?" Xiao Que'er and the others also climbed Mount Sumeru along the golden road, and no one from Buddhism stopped at this point.

Seeing Ye Fan also looking over, Huahua immediately looked dignified, with a serious face, and said: "Ami, that Tathagata, Huahua, that big Buddha, the master sits in my heart, and the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, how can I be saved by them. "

As a result, he was slapped on the back of the head directly.

Everyone tried their best to rescue him, but they didn't expect that the boy's cold hair was not hurt, and he was worrying for nothing. At this time, he had a sinister smile on his face.

All the arhats and bodhisattvas couldn't sit still anymore, and the flowers were saved. They witnessed it with their own eyes.

Under Ye Fan's stern gaze, Huahua didn't dare to make mistakes, and told the truth in every possible way.

There was a flash of brilliance on his forehead, and a piece of Buddha's top cover fell down. It was unpretentious, with some cracks and holes on it, but it exuded a kind of Buddha's charm.

Everyone in the Western Lands was taken aback. This is definitely an artifact, not left by a saint, and has the restrained aura of an emperor.

Ye Fan naturally understood what was going on, this was Sakyamuni's skull, a piece of skull that he left in the world when he was tempering and refining his six-foot-long golden body.

Back then, it was this piece of Buddha bone that was handed down to Huahua's scriptures.

The parietal bone of Emperor Zhun was hidden in the Xiantai, and it was condensed as a whole, so outsiders could not check it, and of course it couldn't be saved, so it could be fooled.

Ye Fan even prepared the life scriptures. He thought it would take a lot of effort, but he never expected such a result, so he slapped him on the back of the head again. Looking at his cheap smile, he felt that he was a scam .

A group of people from the Buddhist sect were sullen, hoping that they would go down the mountain quickly. There was really nothing to say when the curtain ended like this today.

But Huahua didn't do it, and was suppressed for no reason, no matter what, there was a bad breath in her heart.

"Amitabha, it's the old monk who moved his mind and was too obsessed, so he apologizes here." Mo Ke said expressionlessly.

With a smile on her face, Huahua directly held the old monk's hand and said that she must take practical actions, and she couldn't be suppressed by them for so many years in vain.

"You have successfully reincarnated and reappeared in the world. It is a miracle of my Buddhism. It has verified the Dao fruit of Emperor Amitabha. Now you really don't know the poor monk? Have you forgotten the scene of our discussion on the shore of Ayu Lake 5000 years ago? !” Mo Ke shouted.

"Monk, you are too arrogant!" Beside, Dongfang Ye and others quit.

Only Ye Fan understood what was going on.I thought that the ancient Buddha was very low-key, not necessarily well-known to the world, and I never thought that I was an old acquaintance with Mo Ke. The detention of Hua Hua by the Buddhist sect this time involved too many causes and effects.

In the eyes of Mo Ke and others, Huahua is a miracle of Buddhism, which confirms Amitabha's saying that he majored in the afterlife. This is a living example.

"What a mess, don't say it's useless, I only know that you have suppressed me for many years. The Buddha talks about cause and effect, and you have to pay me back for a hundred years. How about this, I want to create a big religion in Buddhism and let the heavens branch and leaf , go and be my guardian."

A boy with a bald head was pulling an old monk, arguing endlessly there, making people laugh and cry.

All the Buddhist sages looked at their noses, noses, mouths, and hearts, bowed their heads in silence, and really didn't want to be entangled by this green-skinned monk.

At this moment, a tall figure rushed out of a temple not far away, with a huge bald head, and shouted: "God, angel, finally let me see an acquaintance, Ye Fan, brother Ye, do you still remember?" Me, take me down the mountain too."

Not only the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Dharma Protector Kings, and ancient Buddhas frowned, but even outsiders were a little dazed. How could there be such a strange monk in the Buddhist Pure Land.

Ye Fan was startled, it was none other than Cade, Li Xiaoman's American classmate, after so many years, he has a profound Buddhist supernatural power.

"As a Dharma Protector, what do you look like now?!" Mo Ke scolded.

Cade ignored it, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, he asked Ye Fan for help, and said, "Take me out of this damn place, if you eat vegetarian every day, even God will go crazy."

"Aren't you punished to face the wall? Why did you come out?" asked a Bodhisattva.

Cade complained to Ye Fan, saying: "I haven't eaten meat for 150 years. I finally stewed dog meat a while ago, and I was discovered just after taking a bite. I was fined to face the wall for 500 years. God, God Ah, 500 years later, when I come out, my teeth will almost fall out, and I won’t be able to chew dog meat anymore.”

Everyone was stunned and a little dumbfounded.

Outside of Mount Sumeru, all the sages from other regions stared at each other. Everyone wanted to laugh, but a group of Bodhisattvas, ancient Buddhas, Dharma Protectors, etc. turned pale, and each one became uglier than the other.

Ye Fan didn't know what to say, and patted him on the shoulder, not sure if it was comforting or a courtesy after the reunion of an old friend.

He secretly slandered that this was also a scam.

He pondered for a while, and spoke to the monks in the Western Desert, asking Cade to go down the mountain and jump out of the "hell" world in his eyes.

"As a disciple of Buddhism, the six sense organs are not pure, so go down the mountain one by one!" The Great Peacock King Ming issued such a Buddhist decree with a gloomy face, and he never wanted to see such a disciple for a moment.

On Mount Sumeru, a group of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. sent them down the mountain like sending off the plague gods.

Like a chatterbox, Hua Hua held the hand of the old monk Mo Ke and talked endlessly, with spittle flying from her mouth, as if she hadn't spoken in ten lifetimes, and she had endless words.

He spattered his saliva, chatted with the old monk, and asked him to go out to the mountain to be a Dharma protector, to make up for his suffering of being suppressed for so many years.

Great Saint Mo Ke could bear it at the beginning, but later, his snow-white eyebrows twitched non-stop, wishing to slap him to death.He really couldn't stand it, and the talkative talk never stopped.

"Master, your beard is white."

"Master, your shoes are coming out of your toe holes."

"Master, were you chopped off when you were young? You have a scar the size of a bowl on your nose."

……

Listening to these rambling words, God-like logical thinking, the old monk Mo Ke wanted to strangle him directly.

Chapter 1508

Walking out of Mount Sumeru, the conversation continued, and he held the hand of the old monk Mo Ke affectionately. People who didn't know the details really thought this was a pair of friends who had forgotten their years.

Mo Ke couldn't bear it anymore, but in the end...he could only bear it any longer.

In the end, I don’t know whether Mo Ke complied with the decree of the subduing magic pestle, or if he really felt guilty, or if he felt pity for Huahua’s previous life, or if he was moved by the chatterbox, he agreed with a sullen face to be the king of the mountain gate for a few years. .

This result stunned a group of people.

"Master, don't worry, I will heal the big scar on your nose in the future."

"roll!"

Finally sent away a group of plague gods, all the Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas were speechless for a while, and returned to Mount Sumeru after a long time.

Originally, Dongfang Ye and the others were still pondering whether to hit the old monk with a sap, but now they saw the result and let it go, and if they continued to fight in this place, they were afraid that the subduing magic pestle and other imperial weapons would not agree.

"Look at how he behaves. If he dares to misbehave, he will be executed." A group of people really left.

"It's so fragrant!"

After leaving Mount Sumeru, he came to a city. In an old shop run by mortals, Cade held a big pork knuckle in his left hand and a roast goose in his right. Woke up, mouth watering.

He was full of wind and clouds, the table was full of messy cups and plates, and he even swallowed the bones. The store even served a few tables of meat dishes, and he was so full that he burped and raised his head reluctantly.

Cade first expressed his sincere thanks to Ye Fan, and then glanced at the crowd. He had been paying attention to the God Knight for a long time in Mount Sumeru, and he never asked.