Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

Jing Guang looked at the big white goose horizontally and vertically, wishing to turn it over and over several times, but he didn't see the demeanor that senior Gao Goose should have.

The big white goose pretended to be ferocious on the surface, stretching out its flat and red beak as if to peck, but the nervously shaking wings twice proved everything.

These two bald donkeys looked at the Buddha's light shining on their human appearance, could it be that their hearts were dark, seeing its plump feathers and stroking their own bald head, they wanted to pluck their hair for revenge?

Jing Guang quietly waited for Abbot Wuchen to speak.

He has been in seclusion for many years, and the impression of his master is still stereotyped on the virtuous and eminent monk a long time ago, so he naturally feels that his master's every move has its own deep meaning, even if he can't see through it, he will not question it.

Abbot Wuchen coughed lightly: "This goose is fine, I originally wanted to come to Xuanshan to find Xuanhe."

Abbot Wuchen has unshakable trust in the card friendship between them.

For the sake of losing one of his poker friends and not being able to gather a table to play poker, Xuan and Peak Master will definitely help, and it is their duty to do so.

Jing Guang let out an oh, in awe.

He had heard of Xuanhe Peak Lord's Moonrise Kunlun.

Let my master specifically mention it at this time, presumably Xuanhe Peak Master must have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and his reputation is not as loud as Dao Zun and Master Xuanshan, and it must be because he is low-key and doesn't like publicity.

Jing Guang secretly respected Xuan and Peak Master in his heart.

Lin Yunhe, who was taking care of the goose, said weakly: "Master, she, Shizu, and two senior uncles are going to the Demon Realm to eliminate demons together."

Abbot Wuchen decided: "Everything is led away by the devil's way, and it should be solved in the devil's way, so go to the devil's way."

He instructed Jing Guang: "Take the goose well. This goose is extraordinary and has a high status. Now is an extraordinary period. If someone stays in Xuanshan and has an accident, it is not good to explain it to the old head of Xuanshan."

Jing Guang responded, picked up the goose as promised, and floated away with Abbot Wuchen.

Lin Yunhe, who was left in place: "???"

After all, he is the direct disciple of Xuanhe Peak Master, in terms of status and extraordinary, he is not as good as a goose? ? ?

People in this world are not as good as geese? ? ?

******

The little novice thought that he had seen the Ziwei star descend into the world and the sky thunder for a hundred days more than ten thousand years ago; he was only one step away from becoming an immortal, within reach of his hands, and finally reincarnated resolutely.

It can be regarded as a person who has gone through great winds and waves without changing his face.

Until this moment, the little novice was flipping through the secret history in his hand, only to realize that he was still too naive.

His fair and tender face was forced to turn livid, and the sound of turning pages became louder and louder, shaking out the turbulent waves in the little novice's heart.

His hand that flipped the book trembled slightly.

If it hadn't been for many years of self-cultivation and self-sufficiency, the little novice would have tore up the secret history page by page, tearing it into poplar flowers floating in the sky.

At that moment, the little novice understood what was more terrifying than the time of ten thousand years and the reincarnation of hundreds of generations.

It is the 1th generation descendant who was supposed to inherit your grand will. He has a crush on Tanlang, and also fell in love with Mozun.

Seize power for him, destroy demons for him, blacken for him...

"Junior brother, why do you suddenly look at these?"

Some monks who didn't know why saw the movement subside, so they boldly came back to find out.

Since he would not recognize a cute little boy as the Lord of Golden Light, he squatted down and taught the little novice in harmony:

"Junior brother, you are still young, these secret histories are full of romantic stories, they are quite dirty, they should not be read by people of pure Buddhism."

Little novice: "..."

But it happened to be something done by people in Buddhism.

That pure Buddhist is still one of the most powerful in Buddhism today.

It is his 1th generation descendant...

How could he have the face to meet the ancestors of Liudao Temple? ? ?

Seeing that the little novice did not answer, the monk thought that his words were a little heavy, and said with a slight smile:

"Furthermore, the younger brother is young and doesn't know the dangers of the world. The stories in these stories seem bizarre and magical, and most of them are deliberately compiled by the world to attract people's attention. They are groundless and cannot be trusted."

Little novice: "..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's true."

If it wasn't true, when I hadn't awakened my sanity, I took the secret history of Xuanshan to find Abbot Jiekong, why would I be so enraged by him and punished by sweeping the courtyard?

right…

He also ordered himself, a patriarch who should have been placed in the incense case mourning hall 180 generations ago, to sweep the courtyard.

The little monk creaked into his fist.

This account should be carefully calculated.

"What! Is it true?"

The monk couldn't help frowning, and there was a sense of condemnation in his words: "Abbot Jiekong, as the abbot of Liudao Temple and the head of the Buddhist sect, should set an example for everyone. How can it be so ridiculous?"

"Senior Brother!!!"

When the monk came back to his senses, the little novice had disappeared.

He was shocked and looked around: "Where are you, brother, brother? It's my brother's fault. You can read as many books of secret history as you like. If brother doesn't talk about you in the future, come out first!"

Even though he had fled for tens of miles, the little monk still heard his words clearly: "..."

How many times do you have to say it.

He doesn't like reading scripts.

I don't even like to read the scriptures of my 1-generation disciples.

The little monk wished he could vomit blood from his heart to prove his innocence.

******

"Big White!"

Ren Linliu hugged the big white goose excitedly, extremely happy: "That's great, I've been worried about whether Li Xuan and that apprentice named Bai Yunhe or Red Crowned Crane can feed you well, and catch the small dried fish you want to eat. "

The big white goose also happily called twice.

Lin Yunhe who changed his name inexplicably: "???"

Ren Linliu said emotionally again: "Besides, I heard about the unlucky thing about the sect's split in Daoxuan, and I'm particularly worried that Xuanshan will split with us. Then they will use you to threaten me. Will I help you or will I help you?" Help Taiyi Aheng and the others?"

The big white goose seemed to understand the sinister prospect, and hunched its head in Ren Linliu's arms.

Lord of the Hanging Mountain: "???"

Head of Xuanshan: "???"

Dare to love Master, are you looking forward to Xuanshan's split so much?

The head of Xuanshan didn't dare to think about who Ren Linliu would choose if something happened to Xuanshan.

Just thinking about it makes me want to swallow the Heavenly King Baoxin Pill.

Xuanhe Peak Master also pulled Abbot Wuchen, as excited as Ren Linliu, with tears in his eyes:

"Wuchen, fortunately you are safe and sound. When I learned that the place where the hellish golden light is located is in your Wuwang Temple, I felt like smashing Liudao Temple."

Destroying people and playing cards, lightning strikes from the sky.

Xuan and Fengzhu hoped that Liudao Temple would know this truth.

Jing Guang was on the side, admiring him very much.

My master is worthy of being a virtuous and eminent monk. Even if he studies Buddhism carefully, he can still have close friends who are impressed by his character and demeanor, and thus have a friendship like mountains and rivers.

Unlike myself, who is dull in talent, can only devote herself to practicing with all her heart and work behind closed doors.

Ren Linliu hugged Dabai and said, "I'm going to take a look at the village under the abyss. Although the people living there are demons, they are innocent after all. If you don't have a hollow heart, you will probably kill the grass and roots. I can't just let this happen."

Everyone was very calm, signaling that they understood.

The head of Xuanshan was heartbroken by Ren Linliu and didn't want to speak.

Only Wei Heng said solemnly: "Master, you must be careful when you go here."

Ren Linliu: "???"

He hugged Dabai, feeling that Dabai's warm body temperature and fluffy feathers could not heal his wounded heart:

"Ah Wei, if I go to the village, even if there is a passage to be opened, it needs to go through thousands of feet, there are countless winds, and there are countless crazy demons. Are you so relieved of being a teacher?"

The eldest apprentice who was always rigid and the second apprentice who was always cold were nothing but the third apprentice who was caring and well-behaved didn't even get a word.

Ren Linliu's mind collapsed.

Could it be that in the eyes of the three apprentices, his weight is not as high as that of a monk?

"Master, take care." Xuan and the peak master seemed to have remembered something, and added a sentence in a ceremonial manner.

She was a little strange: "Why is Master worried about the demons? Master has been living with the demons for nearly a hundred years under the abyss. Doesn't it mean that Master's flesh and blood are not alluring in the eyes of the demons?"

Maybe it's old and old, and it's too unpalatable.

Speaking of which, my master has been in the abyss for 300 years, did you pay attention to bathing and cleaning?

Xuanhe Peak Master didn't dare to study it carefully.

As soon as he searched for the root cause, he was afraid that the image of Ren Linliu's majesty and wisdom would collapse in his mind.

Ren Linliu: "..."

Holding Dabai, his only comfort, he left with a broken heart.

Yin Changyan also asked the owner of Daoxuan Mountain: "Master, there is internal turmoil in Daoxuan Sword Mountain, there are demons outside the world, and the Liudao Temple is plotting, and you may not be able to escape. I will teach you a disciple for you. I have a duty to go to Daoxuan Sword Mountain. .”

Citing long smoke is not very scary.

The reason why civil strife is civil strife must be divided into factions.

Even though the master of the inverted mountain can't retreat for a hundred years, the sword cultivator in the law enforcement hall who only recognizes the sword still respects him very much, and is his unwavering direct line.

Yin Changyan didn't think that he went back this time to die.

It is better than the shadow of being ruled by the Cong Kui sword at any time.

"Take my sword and go."

The master of the inverted mountain untied the sword and handed it to him, warning: "Under the Kui sword, provoke people's hearts, and those who spread rumors can be killed."

If Yin Changyan intensified his ridiculous rumors and spread them all over the Daoxuanjian Mountain, he would be beheaded by himself.

Citing Changyan: "..."

Even if you go back to Hanging Sword Mountain, you can't escape from the shadow of Kuijian...

Ci Changyan resigned to his fate.

"Heng, you can get rid of the demon together with everyone, or you can kill Jiekongbukong, whichever is fine."

Shu Yao didn't lift his eyebrows and eyes, the shadow of a sword was in the end of his eyebrows, the light of a knife was shining in his eyes, his color was aggressive with his determination:

"Let Xuetian kill me. I said before that the life I let go from under the cold voice should be taken back by my cold voice. There are only three things, let Xuetian escape from under my cold voice Twice, this time it should be finished."

In a world of ice and snow, the only one left is dressed in red.

Shu Yao raised his sword and pointed forward: "Heng, I am the person you can hand over to this life and rely on, not the one you want to protect with all your heart. Believe me."

Wei Heng's word "good" stuck in his throat.

Because in the ice and snow, there is another monk's robe.

The little novice walked in slowly, put his palms together and said a Buddha's name:

"All benefactors, have you seen that my Liudao Temple is empty or not? Those two evil monks, poor monks, are going to clean up the house."

"Isn't this the little novice who was punished by Jie Kong to sweep the Liudao Temple?"

The Lord of the Seven Regions has sharp eyes, and he sighed from the bottom of his heart: "The younger generation deceives the master and destroys the ancestors, and the elder cleans up the family. It's wonderful, a match made in heaven."

"If you know how to play, you Liudao Temple will know how to play."