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Ding!

It was the sound of jade objects colliding with each other.

This voice is very familiar.

In the past, 'Master' seemed to like this the most.

The originally chaotic battle situation suddenly froze and stopped.

In the crowd, half of the bald men laughed loudly: "It's just pretending to be a ghost! Look, I scared you!"

"They have run out of recruits!"

"He actually came up with such a method. Do you really think Master can come back?"

"Kill me!"

At this time, Wang Defa asked a colleague beside him, "Junior Brother Hu asked for help from those Confucianism disciples, but you haven't replied yet?"

Followed by Wang Defa's fellow disciple, he said bitterly: "How can it be so easy? Although there are many Confucianism cultivators in the world, the Confucianism cultivators who can confront warriors head-on must at least be in the non-confused state. And most of the Confucianism cultivators are weak and have no awe-inspiring spirit." Body protection may not even be able to block a blow from any warrior, so asking for help...is not easy!"

Just as he was talking, he saw a fiery red fox leaping over the crowd and jumping under the Dharmakaya Pagoda.

Afterwards, Feng Sheng also rushed over, knocking all the people who stood in his way into the air.

"Master has returned!"

"Who dares to be presumptuous?" Hongyu said loudly.

On the contrary, Murong Yuan seemed more relieved, while avoiding Gong Ruolin's 'chasing', he said to the crowd: "A fox, a fool, who do you want to fool?"

"A certain family is short of a fox fur, so I'll take off your little fox's fur today!"

"Who do you want to skin?" Cao Zhe's voice was flat and penetrating.

In the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, Cao Zhe appeared in the crowd so calmly and flatly, as if he had been here all along, watching everything happen.

Or, he never left the general.

"Scratch...scratch...scratch!" Murong Yuan trembled in fright.

After that, she didn't dodge Gong Ruolin's pursuit and was knocked down by one of her sticks.

Murong Yuan simply knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Cao Zhe.

"Master... Master! I... I am obsessed with ghosts, I am not a thing, please... please forgive me." Only Murong Yuan himself knows how much pressure he is under at this moment.

In the eyes of others, he just softened so suddenly the moment Cao Zhe appeared.

But only Murong Yuan can see that he is about to be thrown into the boundless purgatory, and if he goes one step further down, there will be no bones left, and his soul will be scattered.

This is not a false illusion, it is precisely Cao Zhe's complete concentration of power, without any spillover or waste.

"what!"

"You kneel on me?"

"My mother has taught you for so long, just to let you learn how to kneel to me?" Cao Zhe said coldly, his eyes swept away, and a large part of the crowd knelt down again.

"I don't give it to you, you guys dare to grab it... I appreciate it very much."

"This at least shows that you have kindness and don't submit to others."

"But you fucking kneel down on me, it's fucking embarrassing me." Cao Zhe pointed at Murong Yuan and the group of people who knelt down under the pressure of his eyes, and his mouth was full of sweetness in an instant.

2 Forty Chapters Volute Temple

Cao Zhe's anger was of course justified.

He has never intended to be an actual 'power holder', although in various senses, his rights in this world have climbed to the peak.

But all of this did not come from his original intention, it was just an add-on that was obtained by the way while performing some purposes.

Since he has no intention of 'power', he naturally doesn't care about the loyalty of those warriors who worship under his sect.

All he wants is these people, who can practice martial arts and improve themselves, and then continue to improve themselves.

Even before Cao Zhe returned to Martial Dao Mountain, he expected for a while that the Dharma Body Pagoda was really knocked down, and the nine martial arts Dharma Body pictures were scattered in the rivers and lakes.

Only in this way can the secrets hidden in the nine pictures by Cao Zhe be revealed one day.

This is also the reason why Cao Zhe didn't show up in the first place even though he returned to Martial Dao Mountain.

Cao Zhe was angry when he saw the people kneeling under the pressure and fearing death and punishment.

Because if they can kneel once, they may kneel a hundred times.

Such a person is unbearable.

"Those who knelt down are abolished martial arts, thrown down the mountain, and left to fend for themselves. Those who didn't kneel were tortured for three years, and then entered the Dharmakaya Pagoda to observe pictures for one month." Cao Zhe made a very surprising decision.

Even those who came here with malice, but under Cao Zhe's gaze, relied on their willpower to resist the invasion and still stood still, were extremely puzzled.

Three years of torture, of course it is very bitter... Can it be called torture if it is not bitter?

But entering the Dharmakaya Pagoda to observe the picture for one month is really delicious!

Even Cao Zhe's most valued disciples didn't have many chances to see the dharmakaya picture.

An understatement resolved the chaos on Martial Arts Mountain.

Cao Zhe turned around and returned to Chuanwu Hall, which had been attacked by the flames of war, waiting for Li Fulong to return after capturing Venerable Mo Teng, and then solve the problem of Chongsheng Sect.

Just waiting left and right, but still can't wait for anyone.

He sent an order to heaven to inquire, but learned that Li Fulong and other heavenly soldiers and generals have not heard anything since they left for the west.

Tianting also sent people to Lingshan to inquire, but was told that Li Fulong and others had not visited Lingshan.

According to the calculations of several heavenly monarchs, there has never been any "battle" in Lingshan, which also ruled out the possibility of Li Fulong and other heavenly soldiers and generals being besieged and captured.

"Oh! It seems that I underestimated it before."

"It's not that they don't know me, but they know me, but they still choose to set up a situation. Is this to invite you into the urn?"

Cao Zhe opened his hands, looking at the patterns on his palms.

In an instant, the figure disappeared on the spot and appeared under a bodhi tree.

This place is already close to the west. From a distance, the city style and dress are all biased towards the style of the Western Buddhist country.

Under the Bodhi tree, there is only a small snail shell, which falls on the rhizome of the big tree protruding from the ground.

Cao Zhe pointed at the snail shell with one finger.

The snail shell kept turning in place, but it glowed with golden light, showing no signs of being crushed. Instead, Cao Zhe's powerful finger force was dispelled by unloading the force.

"Buddhist sacred artifact!"

"It seems that although there is no real power of Buddhism in this world, there are still some extremely powerful Buddhist magic weapons sitting in the town. This is really..." Cao Zhe thought for a while, and sprinkled some invisible magic weapons all over the world. The 'anchor' point turned into a ray of light and actively escaped into the snail shell.

It looks very small from the outside, but when you enter the snail shell, you can find that there is a big temple hidden here.

Two golden novice monks were guarding in front of the temple. When they saw Cao Zhe coming, they put their palms together in salute.

Cao Zhe shot out a finger wind, the impact force was powerful enough to tear the sky apart.

But at this moment, in front of these two little golden novice monks, he was easily smoothed by an invisible gentle force.

It means that the wind dissipates, and everything is calm.

"Benefactor! But do you want to visit the abbot?" A little novice asked with his palms folded.

Cao Zhe sensed the external anchor point that could be used at any time, then nodded and said, "That's right! Who is your abbot?"

The little novice said: "Our abbot is Elder Liaochen, since the benefactor wants to enter the temple, he should give something first, as a greeting gift!"

Speaking of which, the two young novice monks spread out their palms.

Cao Zhe thought for a while, took out a hundred taels of gold from the yellow leather gourd, and stuffed it into the hands of two young monks.

Buddhism is subtle and delicate, and it may not only be dismantled and smashed with strong violence.

In this volute temple, the inside story is unknown, and Cao Zhe didn't want Li Fulong and the others to encounter accidents because of excessive violence.

Two young monks entered the temple holding the gold.

Soon he ran out again and returned the gold to Cao Zhe.

"The abbot said it! There is no need for such vulgar things in the pure place of Buddhism." A novice said.

Cao Zhe changed hands, took out two multi-colored Millennium Ganoderma lucidum, and put them in the hands of two young monks.

The little novice quickly entered the temple again.

After a while, he ran out again, still holding the ganoderma, shook his head and said, "The abbot said again, the ganoderma is for living people to eat, and monks who have passed Nirvana can't eat it, so they should return it to the benefactor."

Cao Zhe was a little surprised when he heard this.

The great monk in the volute temple actually said 'Nirvana'?

What does this mean?

Do you know that you are dead?I still feel that I am not dead, there is still a chance?

Cao Zhe knew very well that this was a game against him.

Or in other words, leading him here was the fundamental purpose of all the previous events.

Cao Zhe raised his eyes and looked around.

The surrounding ancient trees are verdant, and you can hear the chirping of birds and bells.

Weeds and small flowers grow on the mottled courtyard walls, and the life growing out of the cracks in the walls is describing the miracle of life.

There is no plaque in the temple, but it looks familiar to Cao Zhe.

It looks more and more like the Shaolin Temple where Cao Zhe once stayed.

"Interesting! There is no murderous look, let alone the slightest sense of malice."

"This is more like a premeditated temptation, a conversation that hasn't been fully 'invited'?" Cao Zhe thought of the 'truth' of the Ten Thousand Realms Arena again.

If you jump out of the limitation of the world, look at this "conspiracy" with a more grand "pattern".

It seems that there are more interesting interpretations?

What Cao Zhe thought and suspected before has become less important!Because the perspective has changed fundamentally.

"Stretch out your hand!" Cao Zhe said to the two young monks.

The two young novice monks acted according to their words, appearing very well-behaved.

Cao Zhe thought for a while, and then wrote on the hands of the two young monks.

Don't talk about the destiny when you realize the Tao, and don't take the scriptures for practice.

One sadness, one joy, one dry glory, which previous life is doomed?

The cassock is inherently impure, and the world of mortals is not polluted by nature.

The thousand-year-old clock in the faint ancient temple is all a fool's dream.

"Go! Go and show it to your abbot." Cao Zhe said.

The two young novice monks walked quickly.

After a while, Er Shami clasped his palms together and said to Cao Zhe, "Benefactor! The abbot is willing to see you! Please come inside!"

After saying that, the invisible barrier that originally stood in front of Cao Zhe disappeared without a trace.

Followed two young monks into the temple.

Cao Zhe saw the jujube tree bearing fruit in the temple at a glance.

The fruit hanging on the jujube tree is equal to the amount of the disappeared heavenly soldiers and generals.

Cao Zhe tried to mediate good fortune, but was bounced away again by invisible force.

Forcibly hedging, I am afraid that the jujube trees will be damaged and some dates will be damaged.

Chapter 241 Master Liaochen

After passing the courtyard and entering the meditation room, I saw an old monk in gray clothes, with a haggard face and a thin figure, sitting lazily on a cushioned chair, looking at Cao Cao who followed the novice monk with his deep and leisurely eyes. Zhe.