Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 454 The storm is yet to come ()

Weiyang Long Street, crossroads.

The area within a three-mile radius has entered a state of martial law. The Jin Yiwei, armed with live ammunition, worked in groups of two, searching everywhere for possible hidden Buddhist hosts.

But even so, this small amount of manpower placed in such a complex environment and densely populated area is simply a drop in the bucket, better than nothing.

Compared with the patience of the Jinyiwei in Inuyama City, everyone in Longhu Mountain was very busy.

The person responsible for guarding Zhang Qinglu's real-life body looked alert. The carved talisman in his hand was always activated, and he looked like he would immediately take action at the slightest sign of trouble.

There were also people who were making seals with their hands, spinning around in circles and stamping their feet, sending messages for help flying towards Longhu Mountain one after another.

Fan Wujiu stared around, first glancing at Zhang Qinglu who was almost drowned in various spiritual seals, and then at Zou Sijiu who was sitting cross-legged next to Li Jun. Then he moved his steps and came closer to the closed door. Next to the attentive Chen Qisheng.

"Old Chen, what exactly is this Buddhist country?"

Chen Qisheng's eyes narrowed: "You don't even know this?"

Chen Qisheng's words were concise and concise: "Something similar to Huang Liang's dream."

Chen Qisheng understood what he meant and still explained.

There was no reason. Chen Qisheng understood almost instantly what special occasion the other party was talking about. He was suddenly speechless and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

Fan Wujiu spoke righteously: "You also know that for a practical person like me, I only like to practice in person and don't like to read files."

Chen Qisheng was silent for a moment, then pointed to Zou Sijiu on the ground, "He dares to enter the dreamland, but he dare not enter the Buddhist kingdom."

"Illusion."

"If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. What does similar mean?"

"Then let's put it another way, if you stand in the rain for one night, you will"

Fan Wujiu said seriously: "You translate for the translator."

"The word 'lin' in the nine-character mantra of Taoism, the word 'luojietong' in Buddhism, and the word 'imperial' in the six arts of Confucianism."

The Taoist loosened the ponytail on the back of his head, rubbed his face, and raised his chin towards an eaves not far away.

Fan Wujiu asked: "Is there any way to avoid being dragged into the Buddhist kingdom?"

"It sounds a little evil. Even Brother Jun can be tricked."

"Huang Liang is the Tao that covers all living beings, and everyone is eligible to enter. The Buddha Kingdom is the cause that belongs to only one person, and is a narrow area in the world."

Fan Wujiu said seriously: "If it is on some special occasion, this is a recognition and encouragement for me!"

"don't know."

"I've heard of it, but I've never been in it."

Fan Wu Jiu had a flattering smile on his face, and then raised his palm.

"It depends on the situation."

Concubine Yuan Ming pulled out a stool from somewhere and sat with her long legs stretched out from the eaves, her toes gently tapping the continuous rain curtain.

"If your sister Yuan scolds you, will you be angry?"

"Of course I'm looking for two rare models to ward off the cold! Damn it, those little bastards I used to do when I chopped down swans in the rain, it's so refreshing!"

Fan Wujiu learned to answer quickly this time.

Chen Qisheng sighed and said helplessly: "Hei, I just want to ask if you will be sick?

"I am the soldier, with steel on my left, iron on my right, heart in the middle, and brain behind me."

Fan Wu Jiu had a strange expression.

"Yes or no!" Chen Qisheng gritted his teeth.

The pitch-black "Crashing into the Abyss" of the sword quietly appeared in Fan Wujiu's ears, and the slight sword roar carried a biting coldness.

"will not."

Being able to bend and stretch has always been Fan Wu Jiu's strength.

"Ordinary people will get sick if they catch cold. But as a follower, you won't. This is the difference in resistance given to you by genes, do you understand?"

"Understand"

Fan Wujiu suddenly understood: "It's what we Ming people often say about being strong or not. So as long as I'm so strong that this Buddhist country can't fit in, I won't be dragged in?"

"You understand so well"

Chen Qisheng seemed to have thought of something, and his frown suddenly relaxed, and he smiled and said, "There is no problem, as long as he is strong enough."

"Then why did Brother Jun get hit? Isn't he strong enough?"

Before Chen Qisheng could speak to this question, Concubine Yuan Ming, who was sitting under the eaves, couldn't bear to listen and spoke first. Her phoenix eyes were full of evil, and she gave the Taoist a cold look: "Because after entering the Buddhist kingdom, Tao Xu cannot escape!"

"So you closed the door on purpose to beat the dog?"

Chen Qisheng quickly suppressed the smile on his lips and reached out to hook Fan Wujiu's shoulder.

"If the other party can drag Lao Li in, he will at least be a Buddha. Are you not in a hurry?"

"Brother Jun believes in you, and I believe in you. If you are not anxious, why should I be anxious?"

Fan Wujiu blinked, "We are in the same group now, aren't we?"

Chen Qisheng was stunned when he heard this and frowned, thoughtfully.

At this moment, a clear 'click' sound came from the Longhu Mountain side.

"Cracked."

In Yang Gu's trembling words, clear cracks appeared on the talisman on Zhang Qinglu's face, and they spread all over his body in the blink of an eye.

bark.
White blood shot out and soaked the whole body.

In the perception of all Longhu Mountain Taoists, Zhang Qinglu's aura has been completely cut off.

Moreover, in the cave sky of Longhu Mountain, the Mingming Dao song belonging to Dao Xu's emergence has already sounded.

Zhang Qinglu is dead, and he is completely dead!
When Chen Qisheng saw this scene, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he turned to look at Concubine Yuan Ming.

"It's time to get to work!"

The Taoist flicked his wrist, and a wooden hairpin fell into his palm. He pulled up the loose hair behind his head with one hand and tied it into a bun on the top of his head.

The flying sword 'Crashing into the Abyss' lay across the front of him, Chen Qisheng jumped up and soared into the sky on his sword!

Concubine Yuan Ming tiptoed, and the curtains of raindrops exploded in an instant. Her body buzzed, and the Buddhist kingdom on earth that belonged to her spread and enveloped Li Jun.

At the same time, Zou Sijiu, who was meditating cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, "Nanke is in a dream, and Yin and Yang are walking. My name is Zou Sijiu, and after the name of Yin and Yang sequence, Liu Shi Meng Boqi, I enter the dream to find people."

At this moment, in the block where Weiyang Long Street is located, whether it is an ordinary person who has fallen asleep or an ordinary person who still has his eyes open, four words come to mind at this moment.

Preface to Sangyan Buddha!

At this moment, all the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain with livid faces looked at Xiang Yanglong.

But before they could say anything, they saw the Jin Yiwei who had just hacked Anode to death carrying a tiger sword and walking over with his shoulders swaying.

Facing the Daoxu Celestial Master in front of him who could kill him if he picked up any one of them, Fan Wujiu showed no fear on his face and grinned: "I tell you guys, why don't you continue to act for a while?"

The lonely moon in the storm, the bare-chested martial artist, the white-robed Bodhisattva, and the four-armed evil god.

Such a picture of a confrontation between man and God, but the background is the neon-dark streets of Osaka.

"So, what's your answer? To cooperate, or not to cooperate?"

Li Jun had a pair of indifferent eyes, and the wound on his chest glowed faintly white under the cold rain. His squirming flesh and blood struggled to get closer, but always exploded again when he was about to get closer.

The tight muscles, bursting veins, and the awe-inspiring murderous intent in his eyes intertwined into an intoxicating aura of savagery.

Looking at the holy Baima who seemed not to belong to the human world, what Li Jun thought of was the warrior who was kept in captivity like cattle and sheep in Concubine Yuan Ming's mouth.

"What did he say before he died?"

"What did you say?"

Baima frowned slightly, not understanding what Li Jun meant by his meaningless words.

"should be"

Li Jun's lips moved slightly: "Fuck you!"

The words fell and the figure disappeared.

Starting and ending with Li Jun and Baima, a rainless passage strangely appeared on the street shrouded in heavy rain.

Li Jun's figure appeared in front of Baima as if teleporting, and punched out!

See the dragon and take off your armor!

Zheng!
A Demon-Conquering Sword as wide as a door panel fell from the sky and stood directly in front of Li Jun's fist.

clang!
The sound of the collision was like a bell, deafening.

The sword body shattered into pieces, but Pema's toes had already landed on the top of the four-armed Mahakala's head.

"You Wu Xu are just a bunch of stupid pigs and dogs after all!"

(End of this chapter)