Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

"What if I don't agree?" Li Wudao smiled coldly.

"Hey, Amitabha!" Zen Master Liaoyin sighed, "The old monk can only save him by force!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he took off his white cassock and at the same time took off the rosary beads shining brightly on his wrist, and walked towards Li Wudao aggressively.

He was familiar with Bald Donkey's move. The last time he tried to add fragrance to Hongxiu and the opponent was about to be beaten, he did this.

Do you want to beat yourself up, or do you want to be beaten by yourself?

Li Wudao also rolled up his sleeves, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

"Whoosh!" Behind him, Liu Rumeng's hair grew like thousands of steel needles, directly piercing Zen Master Yin.

The old monk seemed unaware until Liuli reminded him, "Master, be careful, soul power attacks!"

When Zen Master Liaoyin heard the sound, he raised his right palm and formed a seal on his chest.

As the incantation sounded, the old monk seemed to be covered with a golden bell. Li Wudao could clearly see that his long hair was pierced on the bell and bounced back instantly, causing ripples in the air.

"Xiao Meng, why don't you execute it as planned?" Li Wudao communicated with Liu Rumeng in his heart, feeling vaguely annoyed.

Liu Rumeng hurriedly explained, "Master, please don't be angry. The pressure these two brought to Xiaomeng last time is gone. They seem to have become weaker. I want to try a fight..."

"It's not that they have become weaker, but that you have become stronger." Li Wudao did not rebuke Liu Rumeng anymore, but said with concern: "Once there is danger, do as I say immediately."

"Okay!" Liu Rumeng was unambiguous and agreed immediately.

Immediately after, Li Wudao flew out from behind, his invisible nails suddenly lengthened, as sharp as a knife, and pierced the old monk's eyebrows.

"Master, be careful between your eyebrows, soul attack!"

At Liuli's reminder, the old monk instantly changed a hand seal, and the golden light shone between his eyebrows, neutralizing Liu Rumeng's attack.

The corner of Li Wudao's mouth twitched, "The reminder is so obvious, do you really think that Immortal Li is just a pile of wood?"

Obviously, although this old bald donkey has profound Buddhist teachings, he is just a blind Liuli who keeps reminding him. He is the one who can really see Liu Rumeng's ghost body.

"Two against one is a bit unreasonable!"

Li Wudao clapped his fingers, and then pounced on the unsuspecting Liuli.

Just when his fist was about to hit Liuli's face, Liuli's clear eyes flashed with light. The next moment, she turned slightly sideways and narrowly avoided Li Wudao's sandbag-sized fist.

Li Wudao didn't give him any chance to breathe, and he was able to greet him with his powerful punches. However, Liuli's eyes seemed to be able to predict his movements every time, and he could barely avoid the attack with the smallest margin.

Although he couldn't hit anyone, Li Wudao still achieved his goal.

Liuli was entangled and never had the chance to speak to the old monk.

The old monk was like a blind man. Under Liu Rumeng's invisible attack, he was covered in bruises. Although it was not fatal, he was still extremely embarrassed and had long lost his original demeanor.

Once again, Liu Rumeng slapped him on the back of the head with a ghost claw and slapped him. The old monk became angry and said, "Amitabha! If this is the case, the old monk will not be polite!"

After saying that, the old monk stretched out his hand, and the bracelet he had just put aside rose up in the air and came into his hand. At the same time, the old monk turned around in a dashing way, and his white cassock rose from the ground and wrapped around the old monk.

"*\u0026...%%￥#@!"

I saw the old monk pinching the rosary beads in his hand, and obscure mantras spewed out from his mouth, and the golden light shone brightly on each rosary bead.

Under the light, Liu Rumeng seemed to have been cast into a restraining spell. The outline of a long-haired woman appeared in front of her eyes, her expression even more painful.

The next moment, all the rosary beads in the old monk's hand were lit up and he was about to throw them out.

"Master, no!" Suddenly, Liuli not far away roared, rushed over, grabbed Zen Master Yin's wide sleeves, and shook his head wildly.

The old monk stopped what he was doing and looked at Liuli in surprise.

"Master, if this is the case, not only you and me, but the entire Prajna Temple will turn into dust tonight!" While speaking, Liuli's bottomless eyes were like projections, filled with faint thunder.

"This..." the old monk muttered, "Liu Li, do you know why?"

Liuli shook his head, "I don't know, but my disciple has already seen that scene!"

The old monk stared at Li Wudao, and Li Wudao also set his sights on Liuli. Although he was calm on the surface, there was a turmoil in his heart. "Is this the same little girl who was sold into a brothel by Er Niang? Why did she appear overnight? You actually have the ability to predict the future?"

If the old monk dares to be violent and endanger Liu Rumeng's life or death, Li Wudao will not hesitate to open the heart restriction. Just as Liuli said, the entire Prajna Temple will turn into dust tonight.

In fact, not only the Prajna Temple, but probably all the areas within a few dozen miles will be razed to the ground, without a trace of life left.

If you want to kill Xiaomeng, let’s bury him together!

Zen Master Liaoyin remained silent. He couldn't understand why this was happening.

The young master in front of him is not simple, he can be sure of this. After all, with his strength, he cannot detect the cause and effect of the other party. However, it is simply a fantasy to say that the other party can destroy the Prajna Temple.

But Liuli's foresight can never go wrong.

After a long silence, the old monk seemed to be discouraged. After putting on the bracelet, he was about to leave with Liuli.

"Stop!" Li Wudao's cold voice sounded behind him, "You two had better explain clearly, otherwise this Prajna Temple will exist!"

The old monk ignored Li Wudao, but looked at Liuli. Seeing in her clean eyes, the scene of the entire Pagoda Mountain turning into a piece of scorched earth appeared. Then he turned around and clasped his hands together and said: "The old monk has decided to give up salvation, so why should the little donor bother?" Aggressive?”

"Aggressive?" Li Wudao rushed to the top beam door with anger. Who is so aggressive? "You have three breaths!"

This old thief said that he would take things by force if he was destined to do so, but now he calls himself aggressive. Well, I will be aggressive today!

Li Wudao was angry. There was no reasonable explanation. Even if he had been silent for tens of thousands of years, he would keep this old bald donkey here!

"three!"

"two!"

"My dear friend, wait a minute..." Before she could say a word, Liuli hurriedly spoke.

"Forget it, benefactor, it was this old bald donkey who took you away from the brothel!" Li Wudao said with a tigerish face, "Say it!"

"Well... no, where do you want to start, young master?" Liuli clasped her hands together, and there was no trace of impurity in her clear eyes.

If he really wanted to ask, Li Wudao really didn't know where to start. After all, he knew too little about Lao Ballu and Liuli.

But it can also be seen that these two goods do have something.

After thinking for a while, Li Wudao decided to go straight to the topic, "Let's talk about the cause and effect in your mouth! What kind of cause and effect will there be if Xiaomeng doesn't follow you!"