Myth: Just become a polite scum, Yang Chan comes to visit

Chapter 36 Ma Liang: Bald man, times have changed~ (please vote for me)

Are bald men strong?
Very strong!

Although there was no open fight when they first met, Lin Bei had already tried it out at that time.

The Huang Tian Emperor was blessed with a huge force of one hundred thousand kilograms, which can be seen even though he did not compete with all his strength.

This mythical world is very strange.

Everyone is vaguely blessed by a strange power. According to Ma Liang, it is the power of the great road.

Practicing the exercises comes with it.

No matter how strong a mortal is, unless he has corresponding means, he will never be able to break through the power of blessing.

This also gave Lin Bei a new understanding of the power of this world.

In terms of physical potential development alone, they may not be as good as those monsters in the fantasy world.

But the nature of the power used is higher, more mysterious and closer to the essence.

The world level is not low either.

Often, in other worlds, people who have practiced hard to the extreme are only the starting point for this world.

Otherwise, how could you move mountains and fill seas with such little strength, chase the stars and the moon?

Therefore, Lin Bei had never underestimated the bald man. Even if Ma Liang said that the opponent could push him past him without becoming an immortal, Lin Bei still prepared patiently.

These dirty things are the most filthy things in the world, and whether you are cultivating immortality or Buddhism, you are all practicing the pure Qi of the Nine Heavens. If you are contaminated by the filth in the world, your cultivation level will naturally drop drastically.

This is not what Ma Liang told or Lin Bei imagined.

Lin Bei remembers that there is a Yellow Flower Temple in Hezhou, Xiniu. The owner of the temple is a centipede spirit who has been practicing for an unknown number of years.

Centipede Essence has a poison that is refined from bird droppings in the mountains.

This poison is so potent that a mortal may die after just one centimeter of it, while an immortal may die immediately if he or she takes only three centimeters.

The production process is also very difficult. You need to collect a large amount of bird droppings first, and then boil them in a copper pot to control the heat evenly. During the cooking process, centipede essence requires thousands of catties of bird droppings, which are fried and calcined again. A very small amount of poison is made.

This shows the impact of filth on practitioners.

At this moment, the Buddha's light on the Dharma's body began to darken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ma Liang, you... deceived this poor monk?!"

Fa Xiang stared at Ma Liang, who was smiling sinisterly behind Lin Bei, with wide eyes and some disbelief.

The boy of fourteen or fifteen years old looks very simple.

But what he did was really shady!
Faxiang has always felt that his bottom line is already relatively flexible.

But Ma Liang's bottom line is obviously more flexible than his own.

immortal?

Monsters are not as insidious as you!
"Bang~"

Before the Faxiang could say anything more, a piece of bluestone smashed over and shattered the moment it hit the golden light that protected the body.

Look along the bluestone track.

The little conch has a broad mind and a pair of big eyes that flicker.

"There's still me!"

His words were stammering, but he seemed to be trying to make a point.

When they reported each other before, Ma Liang took the lead, but this can no longer be the case.

Firstly, it was to eliminate the previous grudge, and secondly, it seemed that he did not want Lin Bei to misunderstand him, not even the slightest suspicion.

The Dharma Prime Minister glared at him fiercely.

The little conch swooped behind Lin Bei and stuck its head out, staring back in disbelief.

You might have been afraid of this monk before, but now that the monk has been blocked here by people like you, what else is there to be arrogant about?
Stare!
Another glare!
The little conch had a great time playing.

"Okay, okay, a little goblin dares to do this to me, Mr. Lin has a good trick!"

Seeing this Dharma, he was so angry that he laughed instead.

There is a natural chain of contempt in this world. Officials in heaven look down on Buddhist Arhats, Buddhist Arhats look down on mortal practitioners, and mortal practitioners look down on those monsters who are born from moisture and turn into eggs.

It is understandable that there is a causal transaction between you and Ma Liang, and it is understandable that the other party will turn against you. Why should this little goblin do it?

Faxiang never expected to be stabbed in the back at this moment. But I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, whether it was Jin Chanzi in the previous life or Lin Bei in this life, he seemed to have a natural charm.

This charm never lacks followers.

"Let's not talk nonsense. My lord is a wise man. Do you have any last words?"

Ma Liang didn't make a move. He waved the magic pen and suddenly a black long knife was held in his hand.

Although his cultivation level is not high and he is still just a mortal cultivator in the final analysis, the magic pen in Ma Liang's hand is a real fairy weapon. At this moment, the weapon he transforms under the blessing of magic power also has an aura that is not like the mortal world. things.

It’s just that as I said before, I should be cautious when I really want to take action.

Before becoming an immortal, even the slightest mistake may lead to an irreversible situation.

That would really be a big joke.

"Amitabha, is the donor so sure that he can capture the poor monk?"

The Dharma Prime Minister also stared closely at Ma Liang.

The green water is surging, and the breeze is light and comfortable, but who knows that there is a murderous intention at this moment.

"Ha~"

Ma Liang chuckled lightly, with a touch of disdain.

"You have never attained enlightenment as an Arhat, and now your magic power has been tainted by filth. In my previous life, I was an immortal official and had immortal weapons to help me. Why can't I take it away?"

Ma Liang stepped closer and his eyes gradually narrowed.

Lin Bei looked at the two people confronting each other and said nothing.

Everything that could be done before has been done, now it is just a matter of not hindering Ma Liang.

The Dharma Prime Minister stared at Ma Liang and smiled the next moment.

"The poor monk's master once taught the poor monk to save everything!"

The moment Dharma Prime Minister opened his mouth, Lin Beidun felt something bad.

"Om~"

Intense Buddha light erupts from the whole body of the Dharma image, and the surrounding filth instantly dissipates.

"Amitabha!"

The Dharma and Treasures are solemn, and there is no nonsense about it. The golden light is shrouded in it and rushes towards Ma Liang with great power.

This plan failed. Even though Dharma Prime Minister had always claimed that all four elements were in vain, he was still full of resentment at this moment.

This resentment is not directed at Lin Bei. It is normal to plot against others and be exploited by others.

Absolutely no, Ma Liang and the little goblin next to him dared to play tricks on him.

Ma Liang himself didn't dare to kill, so a beating was okay.

As for the little goblin on the side.

It is also a meritorious deed for Buddhist monks to slay demons.

Deal with Ma Liang first!
When he was about to attack, Ma Liang also raised his knife as if he was about to attack, but Fa Xiang saw Ma Liang slowly take out an object with his left hand.

It looks a bit like a box, but the atmosphere is clearly drawn.

WTF?

The Dharma Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

After all, they are just items derived from the magic pen. What kind of magic weapon have you not seen before following Jin Chanzi?

This is obviously a mortal thing, but it is blessed with magic power that can hurt the practitioner.

But I am not an ordinary practitioner!
"Sir, this treasure you taught me to draw is really useful!"

But Ma Liang slowly raised his left hand.

It was as if a long tube object was placed on the box and pointed at the head of the monk.

The black hole of the steel pipe has a sinister atmosphere.

　Asking for data, asking for books

　　
　
(End of this chapter)