With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

把所有的愤内,部/书，群:9|8/0'2;0。5:85,6怒全都完美的隐藏了起来。

"Fellow Daoist Wu Sheng misunderstood, fellow Daoist Pindao and Amitabha, I sincerely want to thank you."

Only then did Wu Shen smile in satisfaction.

"It seems that the two saints are indeed quite sincere."

"Then let me hear, how do you plan to repay me?"

Lao Tzu and Amitabha looked at each other.

They are very clear.

Wu Shen didn't ask for it directly, but just set up a trap for them.

If you don't take out enough things, you will only face a bigger stick.

But if you lose your mind and give too much at once, you can only suffer from being dumb.

Think left and right.

The two saints gritted their teeth.

Laozi took out his gossip purple gold stove.

Amitabha Buddha took out his own guide banner.

no way.

What else could they give in return?

Luck cannot move.

Disciples and disciples can't just pull them out to sacrifice, can they?

So what else do they have besides the baby?

Wu Shen smiled and looked at the two top-grade innate spirit treasures.

But also do not accept.

"Sage Taiqing, you haven't paid off the golden pill you owe me."

"You gave me the Eight Diagrams Zijin Furnace, you don't intend to give it to me, this golden elixir?"

This golden elixir refers to the price I paid for buying Jiang Shangshi before.

But those are not easy refining pills.

I haven't finished refining yet.

Lao Tzu's beard trembled, "Poverty will find other ways."

Wu Shen shook his head.

"Let's forget it. This Bagua Zijin Furnace is the last top-grade innate spiritual treasure in your hand, the Taiqing Sage."

"If I really took it for you, I'm afraid that the Tongtian sage will blame me, it's too ruthless."

He paused.

"How about this. You keep the gossip Zijin furnace."

"You swear to the three ways of heaven, earth and people that from now on, whenever I need you to refine any pill, you will refine it for me."

"Until...the immeasurable calamity comes, how about it?"

Don't say that my face turned black all of a sudden.

The face of Amitabha Buddha on the side also turned black.

The divine sense of watching and eating melons is even more numb.

fog grass.

It's too much for you to ask a saint to laugh at you.

You still let the saints work for you forever?

Infinite robbery?

This is the calamity of a theoretical existence.

It is the catastrophe in which the entire prehistoric world returns to chaos, only saints survive, and everything starts over again.

Even Hongjun couldn't figure out whether this calamity really existed.

And you translated this sentence.

It means that the prehistoric world will not be destroyed, and Taiqing will not leave work, right?

Really cruel.

Thousands of divine thoughts remained silent.

All stared at Lao Tzu.

Look at this former head of the Sanqing.

The former peak of the Six Saints.

The once glorious saint.

How would you answer now.

It was beyond the expectation of all divine thoughts.

老子没有什么样愤内,部/书，群:9|8/0'2;0。5:85,6怒与反驳。

Just after a moment of silence.

nodded.

"Okay, the deity can swear."

present.

Lao Tzu swears on the three ways of heaven, earth and man, and on the terms Wu Shen said, to compensate Wu Shen for his karma to the West.

Subsequently.

He calmly put away the gossip Zijin furnace.

"Pindao will offer the previous golden pill within three years."

"So, fellow daoist, do you have any other requests?"

Wu Shen smiled slightly.

"Gone."

I nodded.

There was an inaction smile on his face.

He turned around and rode on the blue bull, spreading out the purple air for three thousand miles.

He went back to the holy mountain with a calm look.

That attitude.

It was as if he just made a lot of money with Wu Shen.

This made all the divine senses onlookers dare not take a breath.

Even half of the divine sense disappeared immediately.

I dare not look any further.

The saint is clean and untainted.

When it shows emotions, it is not in the best state.

It may be in the heart of the game.

It could also be a gaffe.

Only a saint who is clean and clean is the scariest.

Lao Tzu at this time.

Just pretty scary.

Not a single Divine Sense dared to reveal the slightest bit of himself.

I have nothing to do with Wu Shen.

Dealing with them is just a matter of sneezing.

Lao Tzu left.

Wu Shen turned to look at Amitabha.

At this time, Amitabha's state became the same as that of Lao Tzu.

He smiled.

"The benefactor can put forward the conditions as much as possible. If the poor monk can do it, he will naturally not shirk it."

Wu Shen looked Amitabha Buddha up and down.

Laugh one last time.

"I want you to be a disciple."

The Buddha's smile on Amitabha's face obviously paused.

"I don't know which disciple of the poor monk can enter the Dharma eye of the benefactor?"

Wu Shen smiled playfully.

"You don't need to know now. When the fate comes, I will naturally come to you to ask for it."

Ha ha.

Don't you Buddhists always like to play machine front?

I also let you try this taste.

really.

The expression on Amitabha's face immediately became tangled.

fog grass.

Your request is obviously digging a hole.

If the Buddha master cultivated by the deity is going to leave for you, how can Buddhism play?

If Buddhism wants to develop, it cannot be directly controlled by saints.

That will only bless all the luck to the saint.

On the contrary, it prevented the luck of the entire Great Teaching from improving.

And the more important thing for a saint is to cultivate.

Otherwise, the strength is not enough.

No matter how well the university develops, it will be suppressed by the enemy.

All kinds of thoughts quickly flashed across Amitabha's mind.

"The poor monk can agree to the request of the benefactor in principle."

"But the poor monk has a request."

Wu Shen raised his eyebrows.

"Require?"

Amitabha nodded.

"If the benefactor chooses disciples in the future, the poor monk really can't give them."

"The poor monk exchanged two disciples."

There can only be one Buddha Lord.