Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 545 Suspected to be an old friend
I? Visit the Demon Lord?

Walking on the way to the Shang Kingdom, the Holy Lord Jiabang looked worried.

He strongly suspected that it was because he returned to the Mountain and Sea Realm too late, and his brothers and sisters were avoiding this job, and it was his turn now.

I haven't heard of the Demon Lord building a temple, which means that the opponent is still in the mountaineering realm. This person's most powerful record since his debut was his death against Yue Jue Zhenren. There were too many coincidences in that battle, and his frontal strength should still be poor. There are many real people who are more outstanding.

As a veteran of Dingshan, Jiabang Shengjun had no need to be afraid of the Demon Lord, but he just felt panicked in his heart.

First, the Shang Kingdom was the headquarters of Buddhism.

Secondly, Huishan is the base camp of Demon Lord.

If he comes to "visit" himself, it is very likely that a large group of monks will besiege him just because he steps into the mountain gate with his left foot first.

Will he take action or not at that time?
If you don't take action, you'll inevitably get beaten up and your face will be bruised and bruised. If you do, do it... More people will probably come from the other side.

"It's impossible for Master to send me to do something meaningless. In addition to confirming whether Demon Lord is in Huishan, he should have more obscure instructions."

"Didn't I realize it..."

Holy Lord Gabon carefully recalled everything that happened in the previous room.

Protect the interests of Qi State and protect the King of Qi...this is what Master meant.

In other words, the attitude of my teaching is to swallow the basics of Taoism.

Daozu and Master had a fight...but the fight didn't last forever.

This shows that Daozu chose to give in.

After our religion decided to annex the Kingdom of Wu, he also chose to give in...

This shows that Taoism does not dare to fight with me!
"No, it's not that I don't dare. Daozu is not the type to swallow his anger. They are just delaying..."

Until there are new people to inherit the Martial Ancestor Temple of Master Yue Jue and Master Xing Yu, they dare not start a war rashly before that, because then they will definitely become the first to be eliminated in the struggle among the three religions!
It was precisely because he saw this that Master said there was no need to rush back to protect King Qi...

The ideas in Saint Lord Gabon's mind became clearer and clearer.

The Taoists can't afford to delay. They want to wait until they gather the Five Peaks Mountains to directly take back the earthly territory, but our religion can't afford to delay... The master's deadline is coming soon, and we must see the three religions competing before that day comes. result.

So for our religion, stabilizing Taoism is just a facade.

What I really want to do is -

Go on a mission to Buddhism to discuss a plan to destroy the Tao!
Thinking of this, Holy Lord Jiabang quickly stopped his thoughts. Daozu's celestial calculation skills are unparalleled in the world, and he does not rely on calculations. Therefore, it is not convenient for the master to say it clearly, and he cannot think too much.

……

Early morning, Huishan.

There was a heavy snowfall here a few days ago, and the whole mountain seemed to be covered in a pure and flawless white dress.

Although the snow scenery is good, the mountain road is difficult to walk.

I don’t know if it was wet mud or pine snow when I fell. If I were not careful, I would be doomed if I fell from such a height as Huishan. Therefore, there are fewer pilgrims going up the mountain these days.

There were quite a lot of people in the past, but since the people knew that the monk had become a monk and Huishan became his dojo, the popularity of Xiaoleiyin Temple has become much more prosperous than before.

Thanks to the efforts of Shang kings and novelists, the image of the traveler has long been developed into that of a Shang hero.

Not to mention the Shang Kingdom, many people in the Qi and Wu Kingdoms were very curious about the Demon Lord. They traveled thousands of miles to come to Xiaoleiyin Temple to offer incense, looking forward to meeting the legendary figure.

Under normal circumstances, they are not seen and can only burn incense in the main hall.

This is not a bad thing, because the Demon Lord is a real spirit!
You can worship him to ask for a son, blessing, or official salary. He may not be able to help you realize your wish, but if you worship him when you go back at night, you will definitely have a dream, and all the things that pilgrims ask for in the dream will come true.

This in itself is a way to release evil spirits. Whether it is necessary to say it or not, many people who worship the Demon Lord feel that their spirits have improved, and they no longer have to be stubborn in life, which is more effective than any drug they take.

The young monk who was clearing the snow in front of Xiaoleiyin Temple yawned. Last night he and sister Wangshu flew to Yongsheng to eat delicious food. He almost forgot that he was on duty this morning. He was also the one who wiped the Buddha statue in the morning... Today it happened to be his turn to wipe Zhiwu's Buddha statue. He hadn't slept in the first place, but after wiping his Buddha statue, he felt even sleepier.

"Unlucky..."

Zhishen rubbed his eyes. Maybe his eyes were a little blurry. He seemed to see a person coming up the mountain?

No, why didn't that person leave any footprints on the snow?

"Little Master, is the Demon Lord here?" A man dressed as a scholar suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You...you...you..."

The broom in Zhishen's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Weren't you on the mountainside just now?"

Seeing his performance, the man had a look of doubt in his eyes.

He saw something very special in this little monk and thought he was a senior official of the Little Leiyin Temple, so he asked that question.

As a result... the other party seems to be a sweeping monk.

Holy Lord Jiabang ignored him and walked around him towards Xiaoleiyin Temple.

"slow!"

The young monk picked up the broom and blocked the mysterious pilgrim. It would have been fine if he was an ordinary person, but this person's martial arts was obviously extraordinary. He had to ask clearly before letting him in.

"who are you?"

Even a sweeping monk dared to stop me... Jiabang Shengjun waved his sleeves and swept away, and a strong wind swept away the nearby snow. All the snow fell on the little monk, shaping him into a snowman.

He didn't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face. He didn't do anything serious. The little monk was just covered in snow and would not die. He would be fine after lying on the hot kang for two days.

Holy Lord Gabon continued to move forward.

"I told you to stop!"

A five-foot-tall ferocious demon-subduing pestle hit the ground in front of Saint Lord Gabon. The air wave from the blow made him take two steps back.

A little bit of wind and snow hit his Confucian robe, making him feel a bit cold here.

The snowman behind him had long since disappeared, and the little monk trapped in the snow was once again standing in front of him holding the magic pestle.

The difference is that the monk's robes on this man's body were replaced by bronze heads and iron arms. Hengsha as fine as dust was wrapped around his fingertips. There were about a hundred of them. The countless Hengsha formed many deep black bright strips. Suspended around his waist and limbs.

A wheel of light rose above his head, blessing him with infinite wisdom.

"It's you?!" Saint Lord Gabon exclaimed.

The image of this Dharmakaya is too similar to...

Just when he was distracted, the little monk struck out with his magic pestle.

A golden "shield" stood in front of Saint Lord Gabon, but the power of the magic pestle was far beyond Saint Lord Gabon's expectation. His "shield" was directly smashed into pieces, and when he tried to dodge backward, , the Confucian crown on his head was knocked off by the martial arts energy extended from the Demon Subduing Pestle.

He looked a little embarrassed, but instead of being angry, Saint Lord Gabon was still staring at the little monk in surprise.

"Are you really back?"

"Can we really go there?"

Zhishen didn't understand what the man was saying at all. He hesitated for a moment, then raised the magic pestle and continued to hit him.

(End of this chapter)