The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 50

The purple Yasha, who was so cold just now, was smiling when facing Daoran.

The plot turned so fast that the monks who were about to run couldn't help but stop.

This scene is too rare, maybe you can only see it once in a lifetime, and it is worth taking a little risk.

Daoran was also a little confused, but he didn't reach out his hand to hit the smiling face, this Fuzhan Yasha was so polite, Daoran naturally had to show face.

"Amitabha, the little monk is just right, I don't know what the seniors have to teach."

"Haha, I just want to form a good relationship with the mage. The next time I call, maybe it will be useful for me. This Yaksha family is not limited to Modoye, a kid who can only use brute force."

Seeing Fu Zhan and Dao Ran being so intimate, Shenxiu couldn't accept it at all.

This is the Yaksha summoned by him after destroying the temple treasure of Lingyin Temple. How could he surrender to the enemy so easily, and even surrender to the enemy in such a wretched way.

The curse bearer is binding on the summoned evil god, Shenxiu tried to concentrate and control Fu Zhan.

Fu Zhan seemed to be aware of it, the corners of his smiling eyes under the mask instantly became sharp as knives, Shenxiu only felt that he had bumped into an iron mountain head-on, and almost fainted directly.

Hearing this, Fu Zhan turned around and said to Shenxiu, "I don't know how to live or die. You think that if you have a little magic power, you are not a mortal. How can the gap between the immortal and the mortal be so easy to cross? To me, your little magic power is so important that even my I can't control a single hair."

Seeing Fuzhan Yasha's eyes looking at garbage, Shenxiu was extremely angry, and asked: "You are a Buddhist protector, how can you surrender to the monstrous monk who deceived the people? Aren't you afraid of the Buddha's punishment?"

After hearing this, Fu Zhan couldn't help laughing and said, "The Buddha condemned you?! Boy, don't you even know what the spell you are holding? Even if the Buddha blames it, it won't be me who will be punished, but you. .”

"How is it possible?!" Shenxiu couldn't believe it. He was obviously full of justice, so how could the Buddha blame him.

"Don't believe it?"

As Fu Zhan said, a large piece of purple thunder appeared in his hands.

These purple electric currents thicker than the waist danced like a group of snakes, drawing scorched black marks on the floor of the floating platform. If it fell on a person, it would turn the person into charcoal in an instant.

Fu Zhan looked at the monks on the floating platform, and said with a smirk, "I will kill all these monks today, let's see if I or you will go to the [-]th floor of hell in the future?"

Daoran scolded an idiot in his heart.

The Yasha clan are all bloodthirsty lunatics, why do you have nothing to provoke him? !
Daoran hurriedly said to Fu Zhan: "Senior Fu Zhan, please give this little monk some face and show your respect."

Daoran is also beating drums in his heart, he is not sure how much his face can help.

Although Fu Zhan seemed very polite just now, but the other party is a real god, and he is just a young monk who has just embarked on the road of cultivation.

It is demeanor for a big man to be polite to a small man, but if a small man thinks that he can have some influence over a big man, that is called lack of compulsion.

But whether it works or not, do your best.He can ignore others, but monk Huiming will stand on his side at the risk of his life, so Daoran will try his best to protect him.

But to Daoran's surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhan clasped his hands together to dissipate all the thunder.

"Master Daoran's face, I naturally want to give it. However, the mage owes me a favor." Fu Zhan said very seriously.

"Amitabha, what is the order of the senior, I will definitely go all out." Dao Ran quickly agreed.

"It's not urgent. If the mage has the heart, you might as well practice my purple god thunder and supernatural powers first. When the time is right, I will naturally not be polite to the mage." The words left by Fu Zhan turned into lightning and disappeared without a trace .

Daoran breathed a sigh of relief. Although he owed a favor, a favor is a human connection from another perspective.With this kind of relationship, it means that Fu Zhan invested in Dao Ran.If Daoran was in any danger, Fuzhan might work harder than Mou Zhixuan when he came out to help.

And Fu Zhan also said, let Daoran cultivate his Zixiao Shenlei supernatural power, the name sounds very powerful, with Fu Zhan's full cooperation, Dao Ran's own strength will definitely be greatly improved.

If you calculate it this way, this wave is not a loss!

A big drama seems to end here.

All the monks who escaped from death looked at Shenxiu with hatred and disgust. If they were not lucky, they would have been killed by that Yasha just now.Thunder is the power of heaven and earth, how can their mortal bodies resist it?

"Bah! Is Lingyin Temple trying to kill us all?!"

"The shame of Buddhism!"

"We must give us an explanation!"

"Monk of Lingyin Temple, get out!"

……

Shenxiu stood there in a daze, losing her ability to think under the scolding of the crowd.

Memories of the past emerged one after another. Shenxiu saw the scene when she and Daoran met for the first time. At that time, she was the first to criticize the other party, and then she was severely educated.

The second time we met, I saw Dao Ran exorcising demons and cannibals at Caishikou, and I was smashed with rotten eggs just by saying one sentence.

For the third time, I forced Daoran to open his mouth to argue with himself, but he was immediately educated by Daoran.

When Shenxiu had to give up reasoning, he did not hesitate to destroy the treasure of Lingyin Temple, the Arhat Prime Minister, to summon Yasha, hoping to use absolute power to prove what he insisted on in his heart.

As a result, he failed four times, and each time he failed more thoroughly.

I have studied Buddhist scriptures hard for these years, and kept the precepts day and night, but in exchange for this result?

Shenxiu only felt a splitting headache, she couldn't help turning her head, and said in a mournful voice, "Master, why is this happening? Is this disciple really wrong?"

At this moment, everyone looked at the location of the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

I saw that Zen Master Daoji was sitting cross-legged on the ground, without any image, but because Zen Master Daoji is a world-renowned virtuous and eminent monk, no one dared to offend easily, so he just held his breath and waited for an explanation.

"Fang... the abbot is practicing closed mantra...you...you can't..."

The other monks in Lingyin Temple changed the subject with trembling voices, but they were finally speechless in the face of everyone's angry eyes.

When these seemingly substantive eyes fell on that Zen master Daoji, the fake eminent monk could no longer bear the fear in his heart, held his head and said loudly: "It's none of my business, they forced me to do it!" , They forced me to pretend to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple, the real abbot died a long time ago. I don’t know anything, it’s really none of my business.”

When this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Daoran was taken aback, he had never thought of this reversal.

Except for Shenxiu, the rest of the Lingyin Temple monks had only one thought in mind: "It's over, it's over."

(End of this chapter)