That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 112 So What If I Respect You and Bully You

The reason why Xu Beiyou said this was because he knew very well that the colorless master could be described by the old man surnamed Yan with the four characters of high cultivation, at least he was in the realm of ghosts and immortals, and all he could do now was to use this fake The identity of the Demon Town Palace is a fox who pretends to be a tiger once, if he can't be scared, he can only run away.

The old man surnamed Yan was taken aback for a moment, then he also understood the reason, nodded and said: "Then brother Xu has worked hard."

Xu Beiyou stopped talking, picked up the sword box, and left the tent directly.

This sword box is actually a treasure, it doesn't look big, but in fact there is heaven and earth inside, similar to the mustard seed technique, now there are four swords in the sword box, namely Tianlan, Quexie, Xuanming, Zhuxian However, the only two swords Xu Beiyou can use are Tianlan and Quexie, which are also his greatest reliance along the way.

Xu Beiyou's figure flitted again and again in the night, until he came to a high slope, stopped and looked around.

There used to be a swordsmanship dispute in Taoism, and a sword sect split outside the ancestral court of Taoism.Buddhism is even worse than Taoism. There are three major inheritances, which are the most prosperous Buddhist ancestral home located in the Central Plains, the King Kong Temple located in the origin of Baozhu Kingdom, which has already declined, and the grassland and grassland shamans who were later introduced. The Molun Temple is a self-contained temple with the fusion of religions. The three major lineages have their own emphasis. Master Wushi also practiced both Buddhism and Molun Temple, which should not be underestimated.

Now it seems that Master Wuhui thought so too, and was quite proud of it, so he didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, and Xu Beiyou found his whereabouts easily.

About ten miles away, there is a temple that is still lit in the dark night.

Xu Beiyou jumped down the high slope and ran towards the temple.

Although Taoist sects are prosperous and Taoist temples are everywhere, Buddhism, the second child in the millennium, has not been suppressed too much. It even shows signs of rising because of the court's fear of Taoist sects. Therefore, Buddhist temples are not uncommon in various places. What's more, it is known as the 480 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, all of which are covered in mist and rain.

When Xu Beiyou came to the gate of the temple, he found that this was not the abandoned temple he had expected, but a normal temple, but at this time, the entire temple had been slaughtered. Tong Zi, very weird.

Xu Beiyou paused slightly, took a light breath, and walked slowly into the temple gate.

The Daxiong Hall in the middle of the temple is brightly lit. A middle-aged monk who is not decorated like the monks from the Central Plains stands in front of the hall with his hands clasped together, as if he has been waiting for a long time.

This monk was extremely handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, wearing a red monk's robe and a red cassock of a local presiding monk, half of his arms were exposed, his muscles were knotted, and they glowed with a dark golden luster, giving him a prairie accent. "What are you doing here, Your Excellency?"

Xu Beiyou stopped in his tracks and said calmly, "Master, have you ever seen a woman in a big cloak?"

The monk shook his head without changing his face and said, "The poor monk has never seen it before."

Xu Beiyou smiled, showing a three-point coldness in his smile, "But I clearly saw her coming this way, monks don't lie, master, please don't lie to me."

The monk squinted his eyes and said slowly: "Your Excellency seems to be carrying the alchemy formula of the Taoist sect, may I ask which Daoist master from the sect?"

In the Central Plains of Daqi, Taoism is a well-deserved national religion. Although the head teacher of Taoism did not enter the imperial capital, he was worshiped as a national teacher by the Emperor Taizu. .

In the early years of the Dazheng Dynasty, the successive emperors of Dazheng repeatedly suppressed the Daoist sect. This is how the later Daoist sect supported Xiao Yu's rebellion. After Xiao Yu ascended the throne, the Daoist sect prospered. So it's very different whether you have the skin of a Taoist disciple on your body.

Xu Beiyou sneered and said: "Since the master knows that I am a member of the Taoist sect, but still trusts me so much, it is possible that the master is also a member of the Buddhist sect, but even if the master is a member of the Buddhist sect, so what? I don't know, when did the Buddhist sect Can you press through the door?"

The monk pretended to be surprised and said: "Your Excellency is a Taoist disciple? But there are thousands of Taoist disciples, and there is always a high and a low level. Of course, the direct disciples who are in charge of Daoist and the Huogong Taoists of Yanzhou Taoism cannot be generalized. The poor monk once heard Xuan There are five halls and twelve pavilions in the capital, but I wonder which hall or pavilion your Excellency is a disciple of?"

Xu Beiyou showed the introverted and proud manner of a Taoist disciple. He looked gentle and polite on the outside, but he was already proud to the bottom of his heart. He said coldly, "Which hall is which? Is one hall of suppressing demons enough?!"

The monk chuckled, "The Temple of Suppressing Demons, the Temple of Suppressing Demons that suppresses evil spirits all over the world, is indeed very scary, but how can a disciple of the Temple of Suppressing Demons get mixed up with a grassland caravan?"

Xu Beiyou pretended to be angry and said: "This is a matter of my Suppressing Demon Palace, I have no comment."

The monk smiled, and his smile turned cold, "If your Excellency is a disciple of the Temple of Suppressing Demons, then the poor monk is the monks and soldiers of the Eight Divisions. Taking a step back, even if you are really a disciple of the Temple of Suppressing Demons, so what? Why don't you tell me clearly?" , that woman is indeed a guest at the poor monk's place. There is no other way, you should give it back with both hands, but you, a little first-class who is not in the realm of ghosts and immortals, want the poor monk to let go!?"

At the end, the monk showed anger on his face, and his voice was thundering like a lion's roar, "Who do you think you are!?"

The sound was like the wind, and a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye spread, the trees shook endlessly, and the snow on the wall mixed with dust fell down.

Xu Beiyou's sleeves were bulging, his toes were pointing, and his figure floated backwards.At the same time, the sword box on the back opened wide, and a sword was born.

Tian Lan, who had been with Xu Beiyou for the longest time and also had the most sympathy, was held in his hands, and the sword energy was generated by itself, cutting the monk's sound waves into two, causing ripples.

The monk laughed and said, "What a sharp sword."

Xu Beiyou landed with his sword in his hand, his sleeves, which had been bulging due to the qi machine just now, calmed down again, and said in a cold voice, "Master Wucolor, don't bully others too much."

Master Wuhui laughed loudly and said, "How about respecting you, how about bullying you?"

Xu Beiyou said calmly: "Respect me, return the person to me, you and I will form a good relationship, if you deceive me, don't blame Qingfeng in my hand for being ruthless."

Master Wuhui stretched out his hand and said with a faint smile, "Young man, use your sword. The poor monk wants to see what kind of means you have, how dare you utter such wild words."

After the words fell, the monk kept this posture and drifted backward into the main hall, and then the temple gate and the hall gate closed themselves with a bang.

Xu Beiyou had a headache for a while. The colorless master was obviously a little afraid of his status as an unpredictable Demon Suppressing Hall, so he didn't do everything right. Now there are two ways in front of him, or he can break through the gate of the hall and go in. Divide up with the colorless master, or break the gate of the temple and leave, and the well water will not violate the river water.

If there is a fight, Xu Beiyou has no chance of winning. If there is no fight, he can't be cold-hearted and really just sit idly by.

Xu Beiyou looked down at Tianlan in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he asked softly, "You always only take from the straight, and don't ask from the melody?"

The sword is straight.

Xu Beiyou sighed softly, "Forget it, let's just do it for once."

The next moment, Xu Beiyou's whole body's Qi machine cultivation level instantly poured like a flood, and the sky in his hands swept away like a long rainbow, directly smashing the palace gate in front of him into fragments, and the whole person flew into the Daxiong Palace.

The inside of the hall is warm and the red candles are burning, but at this moment, the place where treasures should be solemnly repaired reveals a smell of sex. There is a huge bright red carpet on the ground, and there are people sitting or lying on the carpet. More than a dozen enchanting women, without shoes and socks, partly loose black hair, partly undressed clothes, jade bodies lying across, glistening in white, in this early winter night, it is really a great spring scene.

In the middle of this piece of spring white meat, a monk sat cross-legged, allowing two beauties to lie on his arms and shoulders, with a holy and compassionate look on his face.

Xu Beiyou didn't look at those concubines and concubines, and pointed at Master Wusei with Tianlan in his hand.

The monk sitting among the beauties grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Young man, although your sword just now relied on the strength of the sword, your cultivation is not far from the realm of ghosts and immortals. Being able to achieve such cultivation at such a young age is really an eye-opener for the poor monk, the Central Plains is really full of talents, and the Daoist sect is worthy of being the leader of the monks in the world."

(End of this chapter)