Reciting the Yellow Court for thirty years, stone monkeys come to worship

Chapter 97 Brother Dao, do you still eat the fruit?
"Go back and stay in peace. If the Buddhist sect asks, don't mention my existence." Su Ling said indifferently.

"Yes." The three old foxes kowtowed respectfully, looking at her with only respect and fear.

The three old foxes left, and Zhu Ganglie admired him: "Sister is a good means."

"It's not a clever trick. Seeing me is like seeing a Buddha. I have an illusion in my heart. I can't break free. I'm just my puppet." Su Ling said lightly.

Zhu Ganglie's face turned pale, and he said immediately: "I'm stupid, if I am rude in the future, I ask my sister to show mercy."

"You idiot, drink, drink." Sun Wudao raised the wine jar and said: "I thought I could fight, it's boring, it's really boring."

"Xiang's lineage is no match for mortals. What kind of strong can Buddhism send over? It is enough for the golden liquid to return pills." Su Ling said.

Although Xiang's lineage is born with supernatural power, it can only compete with ordinary gold liquid pills.

Anyone who encounters someone who is more advanced in Taoism can handle Xiang Shi.

"When is sister going to do it?" Zhu Ganglie asked.

"After the Fa Conference, even if Xiang's lineage raises troops, they still have to recruit troops. I also want them to recruit troops from North Vietnam."

Su Lingdao: "Most of the North Vietnamese believe in Buddhism. In the land of Xia Kingdom, the foundation of Buddhism is not yet stable. It was just now that they provoked Xia Kingdom to raise troops and start another war."

"That's right, if North Vietnam is taken down, only the unstable Xia Kingdom will be left in Buddhism. We must find another way or go back to the west." Zhu Ganglie nodded.

"Don't talk about this, drink, drink." Su Ling said holding the wine jar.

Zhu Ganglie stopped talking and drank with peace of mind.

The three guys drank alcohol every day, and there was something wrong with Xiang's lineage, and Su Ling could solve it.

Now the Xiang family can recruit troops with peace of mind, and also proposes to recruit troops from North Vietnam.

Although Buddhism did not want North Vietnam to participate, but under Su Ling's illusion, they could only agree.

Everything went well, and the three guys almost drank all the wine in Xiang's lineage.

The Xiang family is not polite, the Buddhists are generous, and they gave a lot of money, and if they set aside a part of it, it would be enough for them to drink.

Wen Guyanyu and Yu Qiuning didn't come to look for them until the day before the enthronement ceremony.

Taking Sun Wudao and Zhu Ganglie away, a jade pendant appeared in Wen Guyanyu's hand, and handed it to Sun Wudao: "This jade can change the breath. After the transformation, you will not be able to see your original shape if you are not in the Taoist realm."

"Thank you, sister." Sun Wudao took it quickly, but he thought about it: "I don't know if my sister can give me such a treasure? I will exchange it with the treasure."

He got a lot of treasures in Dragon Palace, but they were all materials.

"This was originally prepared for you." Wen Gu Yanyu said with a light smile: "You and I, brother and sister, don't need to say too much, you are a layman, maybe a treasure is by your side."

"Thank you, sister, thank you, sister." Sun Wudao quickly thanked.

"My good sister, do I have any protective treasures?" Zhu Ganglie asked hastily, "I want to deal with the Yang God Fahui. If he gets angry, I'm not good enough, but I can't stop him."

"Don't worry, the wooden box contains something that can pass through the Dharma and wisdom, and it's also something that protects you."

Wen Guyanyu said: "Furthermore, this time you go on behalf of Lord Long, no one would dare to kill you."

Only then did Zhu Ganglie breathe a sigh of relief, completely at ease.

Wen Gu Yanyu took them away, came to a mortal inn near Zhuhua Temple, and asked for a few rooms.

Sun Wudao and Zhu Ganglie meditate and practice to adjust their state.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Sun Wudao and Zhu Ganglie got the invitation to the Fa Conference and left the inn together.

The two sides didn't go together, since Ao Qing was still in the future, Sun Wudao had to keep an eye on it.

The Ascension Ceremony was held at the back mountain of Zhuhua Temple, and the people who came this time were all practitioners.

The big sects of Qingyun Sword Sect send their disciples here, and the nearby loose cultivators and small sects who are not weak in practice have to be invited to come.

In the high sky, cultivators gathered, and the Buddha's light filled the sky.

There is a golden Buddha soil in the sky, filled with peaceful Buddha light. On the Buddha soil, there are tables and chairs, each with nine spiritual fruits and spiritual tea.

There is a prohibition on the Buddha's land, and there is a monk in each of the four directions.

Zhu Ganglie came here on a cloud, and handed over an invitation card: "I am here on behalf of Qingshuihe Longjun."

The monk's eyes were fixed slightly, but his expression remained unmoved, and he accepted the invitation: "Please come inside."

"Thank you, master." Zhu Ganglie bowed politely and entered the Buddha's land.

In the buddha land, many practitioners have already sat down, and there are wooden plaques on the table, engraving the positions of each side.

Zhu Ganglie found the position of Lord Dragon, but it was in the right end corner, and thought to himself: This Buddhist sect is really hateful, and the arrangement of such a seat is deliberately making things difficult for Lord Dragon.

But he remained calm and sat down.

Cultivators came one after another and took their seats.

Zhu Ganglie was sitting in the corner, and occasionally a cultivator looked over him, all of them were a little bit astonished.

Those who don't know are thinking, how can a pig be Suicune?

The insider sneered, Lord Qingshuilong didn't dare to come, let a pig demon come?
As time went by, more and more practitioners gathered their eyes, making the pig strong like sitting on pins and needles.

"They say I won't come, this group of people are staring at..." Zhu Ganglie muttered in a low voice, his face flushed and he was quite embarrassed.

"The Immortal Elder... The Immortal Elder told me to be more casual. I should eat and drink."

Zhu Ganglie suddenly thought of the fairy chief's confession, and what the fairy chief told him must be right.

These spiritual fruits are all treasures that he has never eaten before, and the spiritual tea also contains abundant spiritual energy.

Fahui is still in the future, and she doesn't need to do anything, so she can eat a book and talk about it anyway, and she will be laughed at anyway.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ganglie immediately picked up a spiritual fruit and swallowed it in one gulp.

Swallow one in twos or threes, but neither the core nor the skin is left.

Taking a sip of spiritual tea, regardless of the ugly appearance, he moved his hands together and ate two in a row.

Seeing his appearance, the cultivators around were all dumbfounded, they never expected that this pig demon would start eating and drinking in spite of their gazes.

Zhu Ganglie ate very quickly, the spirit fruit tasted extremely delicious, but he ate it too hastily, and he didn't taste much of the nine fruits.

Smacking his lips, Zhu Ganglie looked at the cultivator beside him: "Brother Dao, do you eat this fruit? If you don't eat it, can you give me some?"

"This..." The monk hesitated for a moment, and immediately pushed the fruit over: "Since Brother Zhu wants to eat it, take it as much as you can."

"Thank you, Brother Dao." Zhu Ganglie never forgot etiquette, thanked him, and took all nine fruits away.

Seeing Zhu Ganglie's appearance, the monks all shook their heads, full of disappointment.

Many monks couldn't help laughing out loud, but Zhu Ganglie didn't raise his head, just ate.

Seeing this scene, the monks from all over the world laughed softly, with a little contempt in their eyes.

"I thought Lord Qingshuihe would take the opportunity to find trouble, but it seems that I was overwhelmed."

"What kind of trouble can a delicious fat pig cause? It's all ugly. This Qingshuihe Dragon Lord has lost the last bit of face."

But Zhu Ganglie finished eating the fruit again, and looked straight at the fruits of the other monks: "Brothers, I haven't eaten breakfast, and I am very hungry. If you don't eat the fruit, wouldn't it be a waste to keep it?"

The monks looked astonished, they didn't expect this pig demon to ask for fruit.

"Take it, take it." A monk said immediately.

An old man couldn't stand it anymore, he frowned and said: "You look like that, what you lost is the face of Qingshuihe Longjun."

"My sister is very nice, she won't blame me, she just worries that I won't have enough to eat and I'm hungry." Zhu Ganglie replied.

The old man was speechless.

(End of this chapter)