Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

"Let's go to Lingshan."

Wu Shen and his party traveled through the clouds and fog to the Lingshan Mountain in the extreme south.

After being forced by Zhao Gongming and his party to close the mountain for 1000 years.

Amitabha knows very well that he has reached the limit of his petty actions.

If this continues, Wu Shen will only kill him in advance. htTps://www.ΕbοǒkΒαō.NEΤΤ/

Therefore, he closed his disciples and only preached in the south.

Over the past several thousand years, Dongtu Buddhism has developed extremely well in the south.

Southern Shaolin, the name of Northern Wudang, has become a trend of thought among the Eastern natives.

on the way.

Changxi excitedly told Wu Shen what she had learned.

"The Tang Dynasty just completed the unification of the eastern land 300 years ago."

"The Emperor Tang, who is in power now, claims to be a descendant of Taiqing. I don't know where he has the courage."

"No, it should be that my brain is broken."

When it comes to the new Tang Emperor Li Er, Changxi is full of anger.

You are the emperor.

He actually advertised that he was a descendant of Taiqing Laozi everywhere.

Not to mention the causal origins of ancient times for the human race.

Just claiming to be a blood descendant of a saint is already quite absurd to the ears of the immortals.

But since Fengshen Quanjie.

Immortals have completely withdrawn from the life of the human race.

For the current human race.

Immortals refer to heaven.

The monster clan refers to those little monsters who are not very popular, born after the Conferred God Calamity.

As for the others.

The human race is half-knowledgeable.

"It's that fellow Amitabha. His Buddhism is spreading everywhere."

"It even took thousands of years to tamper with history little by little."

"The current human race even regards the witch race as ancient monsters."

"I'm furious."

Wu Shen smiled slightly.

"The human race has its own destiny, how they develop is their own business."

"Why are you so angry?"

"Don't we still not fully understand what happened to Father God Pangu?"

"How do you know that what we think now is not a joke in the eyes of Father God Pangu?"

Chang Xi was at a loss for words.

Wu Shen smiled and pressed the girl's head.

"Father Pan Gu is the embodiment of all things, did he set any rules that we must abide by?"

"Although the human race was created by Nuwa and I, it was also grown up under the protection of our race."

"But they have their own future, we don't have to worry about it too much."

Wu Shen's words.

Not only did Changxi show a hint of enlightenment.

The other immortals around also showed expressions of being educated.

Zhao Gongming and the four immortals looked at each other, sighing in their hearts.

The teacher is worthy of being a teacher.

Every word and deed is so full of truth.

talking room.

Lingshan has arrived.

The air of great light flows down from the top of Lingshan Mountain.

33 bells rang, echoing among the mountains.

Under the light of Buddha.

A majestic temple surrounded by a thousand towers emerged from the light.

before the temple.

The three characters of Shaolin Temple.

Shining brightly.

Eight hundred Bodhisattvas, three thousand arhats, and 18 protectors came out of Shaolin Temple.

He quickly came to Wu Shen and his party.

The one who takes the lead.

But it was Maitreya.

"The poor monk has met the holy patriarch, Amitabha has been waiting for the holy patriarch for a long time."

Wu Shen looked at Maitreya playfully.

"It's quite a big place."

Maitreya quickly bowed his head respectfully, not daring to show any disrespect.

No matter how much evil he hides in his heart.

At least he's not stupid.

With the power in Wu Shen's hands, he could wipe out the current Eastern Land Buddhism in a flash.

So if you don't want to die, you have to be respectful.

"The head of the holy patriarch is the lord of the saint, and he has the great grace of re-education for my Eastern Buddhist sect."

"Naturally deserves such a great gift."

Miller's voice fell.

The Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Jialan behind him hurriedly saluted. HTTpδ://WwW.eΒoǒκBāǒ.Иêt/

Everyone is very respectful.

Wu Shen smiled slightly.

"Then lead the way."

Maitreya hurriedly led the way.

The immortals behind Wu Shen looked at each other.

There is no complacency because of the respect of the Eastern Buddhist sect.

On the contrary, they saw the frightening speed of Buddhism's revival from this grand occasion.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since Fengshen Quanjie.

For the human race with a short lifespan, it is naturally long.

But for the fairy.

Especially for the immortals above the Da Luo Jinxian, as well as the saints.

It was only for a moment.

When Amitabha Buddha rebuilt the Eastern Land Buddhist Gate, he had only a few dozen disciples on hand.

And now.

There are millions of disciples and hundreds of millions of believers.

The entire south of the Eastern Land has become the territory of the Eastern Land Buddhist Sect.

They had to admit that they couldn't match this development power.

Face up to any one of the enemy's strengths.

This is the most correct way.

The immortals have always been under the influence of Wu Shen.

Never make the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

Even Chang Xi, who is the most eccentric, and Monkey King, who loves waves the most, would not make such a mistake.

Maitreya leads the way.

Soon came to Lingshan Tiangong.

This Lingshan Palace is actually the original Buddhist Daxiong Palace.

It is a place for lectures and meetings.

It is the same as the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Court.

But Amitabha Buddha made a distinction from Western Buddhism.

This changed the Lingshan Heavenly Palace.

Amitabha stands from the nine-grade jade lotus platform, and the Buddha's light is bright all over his body.

The holy man's law wheel slowly rotated behind his head.

Endless aura of great light enveloped the entire Lingshan Heavenly Palace.

Smallpox wonderful dance.

The earth springs lightly.

The sound of Buddha curled up.

Incomparably holy.

All the immortals frowned dissatisfied.

Sun Wukong was the first to lose his temper.

"Baldy, you have such a big shelf."

"It's fine if you don't come out to meet my father."

"Seeing my grandson's father now, are you still sitting on the lotus platform?"

"Hmph, are you qualified to sit there?"

Sun Wukong raised his hand, raised his golden cudgel, and pointed at Amitabha Buddha.

"Hey, believe it or not, my old grandson smashed your Grand Palace today? Raised your ninth-grade lotus platform?"

Sun Wukong's temperament has always been extremely flamboyant.

Only Maitreya came out to greet him just now.

Sun Wukong is already quite dissatisfied.

Now seeing that Amitabha Buddha is still sitting firmly on the lotus platform, he became angry on the spot.

Don't let you bald people know how powerful it is today.

They don't know good or bad yet.