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Chapter 424 Fudge, Goodbye Fudge (please subscribe monthly pass)

Before the words fell, the epileptic monk slapped out.

It's like swatting a fly.

In Jiangdu City, everyone saw a gigantic palm descending from the sky, plump and full, like the Buddha's hand in a temple.

Half of the sky was covered by this bergamot.

The bergamot patted the pagoda in the moon wheel.

The brilliance of the moon is shining, almost competing with the sun in the sky.

The wind chimes on the pagoda resounded all over the world, and all the treasures of Buddhas vibrated endlessly.

The void vibrated, and ripples that seemed almost real spread out.

It's like being underwater.

"Humph!"

In the Dharma Realm, Monk Baoyue let out a muffled snort, and stepped back a few steps.

Under this palm, the Vajra Mandala Dharma Realm was shaken open a huge hole.

People from all walks of life who were coming from all over saw the people inside from this opening.

The Epilepsy Monk sneered disdainfully, but withdrew his palm.

"Thieves are bald, but that's all, there is no progress at all, how dare you come here to bully others?"

"precious……"

Monk Baoyue's face flushed with blood, and he retreated in an instant.

He hesitated for a while, but finally didn't call out that name again.

He frowned and said, "Don't mess around, when did you become the elder of Jiang's benefactor?"

The Epilepsy Monk sneered and said: "I casually passed on a heretical little method to him. Even if he doesn't admit it, I'm still half his master. Do you think I'm his elder?"

Monk Baoyue's face darkened: "You taught Master Jiang's Nine Sessions of Vajra?"

He had already guessed.

The Nine Meetings of Vajra is one of the fundamental laws of Dafan Temple, and it is by no means something that can be seen everywhere.

Not to mention the heretical tricks that the other party said.

He would pass it on to the outside world, except for the person in front of him, he couldn't think of another person.

I wanted to open my mouth to reprimand, but thinking of this person's talent, wisdom and Buddha nature in the past, I feel extremely sorry and compassionate.

A trace of anger disappeared.

But then he thought of the catastrophe caused by it in the past, the dispute over the Buddhist scriptures that almost tore apart the Dafan Temple.

A trace of resentment revived.

Compassion and anger mixed.

Monk Ling Baoyue's complexion fluctuated, and the Seven Treasures Buddha's light flickered endlessly in his eyes.

But the epileptic monk was afraid that he would not die of anger, sneered at the side and lit the fire: "What about the gold nine meeting and the silver ten meeting, I don't understand, I don't know, I forgot."

"I picked it up in the cesspit casually, and I don't even want a dog when I take it out, but this kid was forced by me,"

"It's just such a pile of rotten dung, you still think it's delicious, and it's a treasure?"

"Thief bald, don't you want to drag people back into your cesspit and lock them up, so that no one can touch this pulpy dung ball? Come on, come on, I have it too, you have the ability to get me back too!"

The epilepsy monk's words not only made Baoyue's face darken, but the Xuanmu leader in the divine light also groaned in disgust.

Even Jiang Zhou's face turned dark.

If the dung that even dogs don't want is stuffed into me, then what am I?
Monk Baoyue has profound morality after all.

Although due to the past events, my heart fell into a battle between heaven and man, but in a moment, I suppressed the anger and ignorance in my heart with the Dharma.

It turned into a sigh and said: "Oh..."

"Senior Brother Baozhu, why bother?"

"What happened back then is indistinguishable from right to wrong. Brother, who bears my Dafan Dharma lineage, is entangled by fate, how can we let go?"

"Senior brother grew up in the Dafan Temple since he was young. He has no relatives and no reason. How could there be such a junior as Master Jiang?"

"Brother, don't mess around..."

"I bother!"

The epilepsy monk spat again with disgust on his face: "Who is your senior brother? What are you? Are you worthy of talking about cause and effect with me?"

Jiang Zhou listened to the conversation between the two, his thoughts turned.

This epileptic monk is indeed a member of Dafan Temple.

Not only that, but also has a very high status in Dafan Temple.

In other words, it was once extremely high.

What is the reason that can make an eminent monk in a Buddhist holy place become so crazy and look like a beggar?

While he was thinking about it, he heard the epileptic monk sneer: "No relatives, no reason?"

"Hey! I am not afraid to tell you that from now on, I will be Fang, Fang Fang..."

He talked for a long time, but he didn't think about it, so he had to turn his head and said to Jiang Zhou: "Boy, what is the name of your master?"

Jiang Zhou's face twitched slightly, but he still said, "...Fang Cun Shan."

"Eh, yes!"

The epileptic monk clapped his hands: "From now on, I will worship Fangcun Mountain!"

He squinted and said: "Boy, tell me, do I have the qualifications to join your Fangcun Mountain? Is it qualified to be your elder?"

As soon as this remark came out, Mo Shuo Baoyue's expression changed.

The leader Xuanmu, as well as the people who rushed outside and hid aside to watch silently were all shocked in their hearts.

This epileptic monk is not ignorant to many people.

Anyone who has reached a certain level knows that a mysterious beggar has come to Jiangdu City recently.

Before fighting with an old fisherman by the Dongting Lake, and fishing out the old Dongting dragon with a single reed, countless people have long been shocked.

Such a thing, such a person, cannot be ignored.

Many people tried their best to find out the origin of this beggar.

It's just that this beggar is easy to find, and he can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of Jiangdu City.

He can often be seen sleeping on the ground in a corner.

But no one has ever found out the origin of this person.

But no one dared to approach easily, they just secretly told the junior servants in the family to keep a respectful distance from this person and not to provoke him.

But now, such a unparalleled figure in the world can actually say such words.

According to the words of Monk Baoyue just now, this beggar is actually an expert of Dafan Temple.

Leaving aside the fact that another person votes from behind the door, it is a shameful thing for the world.

With a beggar's level of Taoism and practice, he can already be respected in the world of mortals.

But he can easily say such self-deprecating words.

Not only is it shocking, it's unbelievable.

Therefore, everyone just took him to be angry and just wanted to embarrass Baoyue.

Even so, it is still unacceptable.

Jiang Zhou was also taken aback.

He, too, thought that the epileptic monk was joking.

"This one……"

"Senior has the virtue of passing on art to juniors, which is the strength of juniors, but..."

The epileptic monk waved his hand impatiently and interrupted: "Mother-in-law, how cool! Do you think I can't do it, so I can't be your teacher?"

"That's easy, I can't make it big, I can do it small, you kid is my teacher!"

"Just say, okay!"

Everyone just listened to the absurdity.

How can there be such a person in the world?

Taking the path of a beggar, turning your back on the door and throwing yourself away, even if it's just talking, is already deviant and shocking.

It is simply absurd to force a junior to be someone else's junior.

If it gets out, do you still want his face?Do you still want the reputation of Dafan Temple?

Jiang Zhou glanced at Baoyue, whose face was darkened and extremely ugly, but felt a little happy in his heart.

Can't help ignoring Baoyue's stare, stood up and said: "Senior really have this intention?"

"shit!"

The insane beggar monk rolled his eyelids: "I'm spitting and nailing! Do you think I'm a bald man? He's obviously narrow-minded, corrupted by greed, anger, ignorance, poison, but he speaks in a high-sounding way. Apart from deceiving those fools, he can't be fooled." I can lie to myself!"

"What? Your kid also thinks I'm dirty?"

Jiang Zhou shook his head and said, "Even though senior looks filthy, he has bodhi in his heart. I'm afraid few people in the world can be as pure as senior, but..."

"You kid is a little bit smart."

The epileptic monk raised his head and made a proud gesture: "But what? Yes, do you still want to pay homage to the teacher?"

"That's not it."

Jiang Zhou shook his head and said: "Senior is an expert in the world, and he has the virtue of passing on the arts to the younger generation. How dare the younger generation be entrusted with it? It is absolutely impossible for the senior to be a teacher, but..."

"You don't have to worry too much, junior brother. You have the edict from your teacher, so you are qualified to command Fangcunshan. Why not accept a few disciples?"

"Li Bai" walked over slowly from the side...

Only then did Jiang Zhou look determined, and said to the insane beggar monk, "In this case..."

"If senior really has such intentions, then this junior would like to ask on his behalf, can senior allow this junior to wait for a while, and wait for this junior to report to his mentor?"

The Epilepsy Monk waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "Please, please, please, please."

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(End of this chapter)