The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

When Yuan Zhaoxing heard that Taohualuo and his party had come to bid farewell, he just continued to lean on the soft couch like a lazy snake, ignoring him.

Yuan Baiyin screamed, trying to crawl out of Yuan Zhaoxing's lapel, but was pushed back by Yuan Zhaoxing's finger again.The little white snake became angry and opened its mouth.

"You dare to bite." Yuan Zhaoxing said lightly.

The little white snake closed its mouth slowly, and rolled itself into a ball as if angry, but still screaming.

After Yuan Zhaoxing wrote and drew on the table for a while, he asked someone to open the door of the palace and greeted the three of them to come in.

Chao Sheng walked in front and greeted Yuan Zhaoxing with a smile.

Yuan Zhaoxing raised his hand and threw the scroll in his hand towards Chaosheng.

"what is this?"

Chao Sheng took it and unfolded it, and immediately threw the scroll back like receiving a hot potato.

In a hurry, Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing also saw clearly the words on the scroll, and couldn't help being speechless for a while.

"Master Penglai, do you have to pay for the room when you come here to receive the reward?"

Chao Sheng laughed, and was about to make a gesture of saying goodbye.

Yuan Zhaoxing flicked his sleeves, closed the palace door, and still looked at the three of them coldly.

"Normally, you don't need it, but you... take too much in Penglai."

"What do you want?" Xiao Heng asked.

Yuan Zhaoxing's perennially cold face was still calm at this moment, and Yuan Baiyin had poked his head out and was chattering non-stop.

It seems to be saying "don't embarrass people, send them away quickly".

"Penglai doesn't lack anything," Yuan Zhaoxing pulled out the little white snake from the front of his clothes, and stroked the head of the little white snake with his fingers all the way to the tail. "There is only a trace of luck."

Yuan Zhaoxing opened the jade box on the table next to the soft couch, and there was a gold needle inside.He looked up at the three people in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on Xiao Heng.

"Use this golden needle to give me a trace of your luck."

At the Penglai port, Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng stood on the sea dragon boat, watching the fairy island Penglai once again hidden in the strange mist.

"I didn't expect that Master Penglai wanted such illusory things."

Chao Sheng looked at Xiao Heng and smiled, then said seriously.

"Although we monks never believe in the sky, but Junior Brother Xiao, is there any discomfort in your body?"

"No."

Xiao Heng raised his right index finger, where the wound from the gold needle had already healed.

Earlier in the golden palace, Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng were shocked when they heard Lord Penglai's words. Song Ningqing was about to refuse, but Xiao Heng had already picked up the golden needle and stabbed it in his hand.

"I don't believe in destiny," Xiao Heng's finger was drawn with a faint white air from the golden needle, "If you want it, take it."

The gold needle fell into the jade box with a clang, and the jade box was re-covered.

Yuan Zhaoxing raised his hand to let them go.

"That's it, the two are clean."

After the three got on the boat, the sea dragon boat was still pulled by two feathered snakes to swim to the coast, but there were no longer Penglai's servants on this boat, there were only some Penglai guest officials and casual cultivators, and Mu Shangrong was among them.

Mu Shangrong received the news three days ago that if he did not leave the island, he would not be able to leave Penglai for a hundred years.

Mu Shangrong was naturally unwilling, so he boarded the last boat out of the island.

"What's the matter, you want to close the island?"

"Master Penglai has always been able to listen to the voice of the upper world, isn't it dangerous?"

"What does that have to do with us? If you want me to squat for a hundred years, I'm still free to come out."

Everyone was discussing, but Mu Shangrong was very excited, he decided to visit Cheng Liuzhi in Taohualuo this time, and the two had a good exchange of ideas.

In the Golden Palace of Penglai, Yuan Baiyin bit Yuan Zhaoxing's finger angrily.

"Why are you angry? Do you want to follow that person?"

Yuan Zhaoxing lowered his eyelashes and frowned slightly, which made the little white snake a little scared.

Yuan Zhaoxing sighed, raised his hand to grab the little white snake, squeezed its mouth, and with the other hand held a pill as pure as the moon, and stuffed it into its mouth.

"Eat it, this is the last elixir, it will guarantee you to restore your personal cultivation and get rid of the evil energy."

The little white snake's ruby-like eyes suddenly widened. It tried to turn its head, but the elixir slipped directly into its stomach.

Yuan Zhaoxing closed its mouth, regardless of how it struggled, and stuffed it back into his lapel.

"What Qingchen said is the most useful," Yuan Zhaoxing looked at the jade box in front of him, "This thing can keep Penglai from being destroyed."

God Ring Lotus Peak, hundreds of miles away, under the Kasyapa Bodhi tree.

The ear-piercing howl of monsters has been resounding for three days, and the sound shook the originally stable linden tree to tremble slightly, shaking off green leaves all over the ground.

Under the Bodhi tree, a crack suddenly appeared, and a pale human hand stretched out from the crack.

On the top of the Bodhi tree, Kasyapa slowly opened his closed eyes, and the scriptures he had never stopped chanting stopped.

The sound of thunder and lightning flashed faintly in the air, and the dark clouds came without wind, quickly covering this small Buddhist kingdom under heavy and gloomy clouds.

"You asked me back then, how many years are left to ascend."

Kasyapa stood up slowly from the bodhi tree, and he walked straight to the bottom of the bodhi tree.

"I said that in 300 years, I did not lie."

"It's just that what I didn't say is that within these 300 years, I can ascend at any time."

"I'm thinking, have you been saved, or do you still have demonic nature?"

Kassapa walked under the bodhi tree and watched the crack grow bigger and bigger. The pale human hand tore apart the hard ground like tofu.

After a while of shaking, the underground place crawled out of the dusty body, but still had a compassionate smile on his face, and was as beautiful as a heavenly man.

The moment the bodhi tree that suppressed it broke through the ground, it seemed to be cut in two by a giant axe. After a loud noise, it split from it and fell to the sides.

This little Buddhist kingdom was destroyed.

Zhaoti, dressed in a white monk robe, stood on the ruins of the bodhi tree, looking at Kasyapa with a smile in the dusty, withered sky.

"Well, what do you think?"

Kasyapa gently raised his right hand, holding a string of sandalwood beads in his right hand. This string of beads has been rotated all year round and has been dyed with a translucent luster and a strong Buddhist aura.

"Buddhism has [-] dharmas, what dharma can save you."

Following Kasyapa's movements, light yellow light curtains rose one after another in a radius of five thousand miles from the God Ring Lotus Peak, and above the light curtains were densely arranged Sanskrit characters.

Outside the boundary formation, there were disciples of other sects standing, looking at the scene in awe.

When the world was covered by the boundary array, Kasyapa grabbed the Buddha beads, and a wave of majestic air burst out from Kasyapa's body. The monk's robe and long hair on Zhaoti's body were blown loudly by the air wave.

"There is no way to cross between heaven and earth."

Zhaoti grinned, this time the smile was completely undisguised, it was a smile that only monsters could have, a naturally malicious smile.

"I don't want to, who dares, who can!"

Zhaoti took a step forward, and already met Kasyapa who was a hundred steps away!At this moment, the power of the Buddha surged and reached the heavens. It was originally the power of compassion and Buddha for the salvation of all living beings, but now it also took on the fierceness of the angry eyes of the Vajra!

The Unforgiveness seal on the back of Zhaoti's neck began to emit a pale white light, trying to suppress this vicious person, but Zhaoti remained silent, then he had already been familiar with the solution he had obtained through more than 2000 years of exploration.

Next it's going to be smarter...

Zhao Ti showed her shell-like teeth, biting her lower lip lightly.

To... break this seal!

"What else does he want to do?"

Bai Zhanfeng, who was standing on the peak in the distance, frowned slightly, this distance could not prevent him from seeing clearly.Every move of that monster, Bai Zhanfeng has already caught it in his eyes.

Due to the strong wind caused by the fierce battle ahead, the pines around Patriarch Bai were bent backwards. Patriarch Bai snorted softly. The strong wind around him was sure, and all the pines returned to their original positions.

The rubble entrained by the frenzied airflow were all a hundred miles away from the peak, and they all bounced off as if hitting some invisible barrier.

Bai Zhanfeng pulled out the Songfeng Sword and its scabbard from his waist, and he sat down cross-legged, put the Songfeng Sword on his lap, and closed his eyes.

Naturally, Bai Zhanfeng could join the battle as soon as the battle started.

But in Bai Zhanfeng's eyes, this is not only a fight to the death between a monk and a monster, but also a master knocking on the disciple's heart door after a long absence, saying goodbye to him....

"Recruit—"

Kasyapa shouted angrily, and tens of thousands of lotus flowers of the Buddha Kingdom bloomed in the air, exuding a pure and holy aura, but the lotus was like a sharp knife, and struck towards Zhaoti, wherever it touched Zhaoti's skin, blood burst out!

But it's not enough, not enough, not enough!

Zhaoti's eyes are still full of chaos, the most evil and the most evil!Kasyapa gritted his teeth, the one who descended to an arhat that day and used himself as a monastery to imprison monsters, Kassapa's little disciple, now really doesn't have a trace of soul left!

The sky has been suppressed by dark clouds so that not even a ray of sunlight can penetrate. After all, Kassapa is a virtuous and eminent monk, and the thunder calamity will not be the purple thunder and lightning like other monks, but the thunder and fire with golden light of merit.

"You want to kill me with tribulation thunder?"

A trace of cold sweat gradually broke out on Zhaoti's forehead, but he still held on to his smile.

"Bringing monsters to cross the tribulation, I'm afraid you will die under the thunder of this tribulation, master."

Kasyapa raised his hand, and the string of sandalwood beads turned into chains to bind Zhaoti's whole body tightly!

"Don't call me Master."

Kassapa made a flower finger, caught a trace of icy cold rain in the wind, this is the first time that Kassapa, who is as kind as a Buddha, showed his angry face.

"dross."

This sound fell, and the thunder fire that had been circling in the air for a long time smashed hard towards the ground like a meteor falling!

On the God Ring Lotus Peak, the heads of the various major sects have already stood in the clouds, carrying weapons with them, waiting quietly for the moment after the thunder calamity.

It doesn't matter who lives or dies, the important thing is...you have to win!

A Miao stood in the Zen courtyard where she lived before recruiting, looking at this residence that was no different from other Buddhist temples, she couldn't see anything else.

"What do you see?"

Xi Qianzhong walked slowly into the monastery, A Miao shook her head.

"Nothing."

Xi Qianzhong stood here, lowered his head and looked around, finally he pulled out a scroll, and drew on it with a small pointed pen.A Miao looked sideways, but saw that on the scroll, what was actually depicted was Zhaoti's walking, sitting, lying and other actions in this Zen courtyard.

"However, to extract the memory of the grass plants in this courtyard, since other venerables have already turned inside out, maybe..."

Xi Qianzhong didn't finish speaking, but A Miao understood.

It will take only a moment to wait for this long scroll to be completely drawn.

Xi Qianzhong and A Miao looked at the pattern on the scroll, and felt that Zhaoti was just like an ordinary monk, with nothing special about his work and rest.

Xi Qianzhong clicked on one of the paintings, and then clicked on another painting a while away.

"This monster shouldn't like to do useless things. Why does it... always tell stories to this little novice?"

Immediately, A Miao walked out of the Zen courtyard with the scroll, and said sharply.

"Where is the little monk in this painting!"

Shenjielianfeng, the hidden place of the mountains, although it is only a hundred miles away, it is peaceful and not disturbed by external disturbances.

On this flat land, there is a huge locust tree, just like it has been for thousands of years, quietly absorbing the sunshine and wind and rain, growing slowly until the end of its life.

A chubby little novice monk was watering the locust tree with a bottle of clean water in his hand.

"Oh, I'm so tired."

The little novice wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then, following the instructions of his uncle Zhaoti, he carved runes around the locust tree that even he couldn't understand.

The little monk looked at the runes that almost covered the entire locust tree, and tilted his head innocently.

"It's almost finished, Master Uncle will tell me a story today, right?"

Above the rune, a trace of black devilish energy flickered, and then subsided.

The little monk looked up at the dense dark clouds in the sky, and scratched the top of Guangguang's head.

"It's really dark today."

When approaching the shore, Xiao Heng suddenly covered his chest for some reason. There was a sharp pain there just now, and even he couldn't help turning pale.

"Xiao Heng, what's wrong!"

Song Ningqing supported Xiao Heng, who was swaying, Xiao Heng shook his head, only looking at his right hand, where a trace of luck was pierced by the golden needle, there was blood oozing out again.

"……nothing."

It's just... It seems that something out of his control is about to happen.