I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 206 Yan Wuya: Damn it, I’ve become a boy giving away money (updated at the end of the month, 8,000)

 From ancient times to the present, there have been many people who have been called holy monks, but there is only one who can truly be deeply rooted in people's hearts and be called a living Buddha without any controversy...

That is a Taoist monk who wears rags and rags and travels around to beg for help, help the poor, cure diseases and save people. His common name is: Jigong.

In addition, Xuanzang's subduing of dragons and tigers, whether he is a human being or a Buddha, gives people the impression that they are more purposeful, far less pure, and relatively more controversial.

Yan Wuya never expected that Monk Kongjian would have a heart as good as that of a saint, nor did he expect that he would have such a long-cherished wish.

 However, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

“Is it so easy to become a living Buddha?

Even if he can conquer Qin Yao, who will confer him the title of Living Buddha?

If it is all proven by the mind, what is the difference between it and putting gold on one's own face? "

Of course, back to the topic, now that he is asking for help from someone, he cannot say to his face, "What are you bragging about?" He can only agree with a look of reverence: "In ancient times, Sakyamuni cut his flesh and fed it to eagles, and Taoism helped the poor. Today, If you can see the demons coming out of the mountain and eliminate the evil calamities, thousands of years later, everyone will praise you and you will become a sage."

Seeing that the monk was scratched, Kong smiled slightly: "It's too early to say this now. I hope that the devil in the world you talk about will not disappoint me."

 Yan Wuya: “…”

 I just echoed it, do you take it seriously? ? ?

Shortly after.

Yan Wuya brought Kong Jian to the White Jade Tower, pointed at the pavilion that released the demonic energy and said, "Master, this demonic tower is the property of Qin Yao."

 “It’s really so evil!” Kong Jian said coldly.

Yan Wuya nodded slightly: "Master, what do you think we should do with these vixens?"

“Fa Hai can bring the White Snake to Leifeng Pagoda forever, and I can also bring these fox monsters back to Jing Nian Zen Sect and keep the Demon Locking Pagoda forever.” Kong Jian said.

 Yan Wuya: “…”

  It’s a bit unbearable.

This monk is good at everything, but it is a bit offensive to compare himself to the sages.

This is not what the phrase "seeing a wise man and thinking about him" expresses!

“Master Dao, you are back. Is it a pedicure or a massage this time?” At this time, Manager Yao, who had received Yan Wuya before, saw them and took the initiative to ask.

 Yan Wuya: “…”

　　空见：“…”

 “Ahem…” Yan Wuya cleared his throat and tried to explain.

“I brought a new friend this time.” Supervisor Yao looked at the monk’s shining head and said with a smile: “My Buddha is merciful, and the monk is 20% off.”

 Yan Wuya: “…”

　　空见：“…”

 “Stop talking!” Seeing that the female supervisor was still planning to speak, Yan Wuya was really frightened and shouted.

 out out out out and out?

  Manager Yao: “???”

 You're so good, why did you suddenly get angry?

 Are you still resenting the fact that you couldn't get it?

“Master, I’ll leave the rest to you.” Yan Wuya turned around and said.

Kong Jian nodded slightly, and with a snap of his fingers, a stream of energy flew out of the air and hit Supervisor Yao, locking him in place.

 Then he took out a palm-sized Jinlan bag from his arms and strode towards the club.

“Master Dao, and this master, what are you going to do? Let me go quickly!” Supervisor Yao froze on the spot and shouted loudly.

However, the monks all ignored her and walked into the club together.

 “Who are you?”

After receiving the news, Jiale quickly rushed downstairs and asked the monk in a low voice.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification.

Hong Jian snapped his fingers to freeze him in place, then raised his pocket and pointed it at a vixen in the hall.

"receive!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the pure and beautiful girl didn't even have time to scream in agony. She instantly turned into a stream of light and was sucked into the bag.

"receive."

"receive."

"receive…"

Hong Jian was walking in the club, and whenever he encountered a vixen, he would shout and put it in his pocket. As for the customers you meet in the process, as long as they smell something sweet, you will be restrained and silenced, which is really overbearing.

He accepted the demon openly and without any hesitation, so the news soon spread to Qin Yao.

 Qin Yao hurried over with his legs pressed against the magic talisman. He pointed at Director Yao's shoulder, unblocked her body acupuncture point, and then rushed into the hall without stopping.

 “Is this him you are talking about?”

At this time, Kong Jian, who was standing in front of a huge vase in the hall, raised his head slightly.

Yan Wuya nodded silently.

"Yan Wuya, you have crossed the line." Qin Yao glanced at him and said coldly.

Yan Wuya was silent, waiting for Master Kongjian to perform.

 “Donor, there is something evil in your heart!”

Kong Jian looked at Qin Yao with a satisfied look on his face and said secretly: This son should be the guardian of our Jing Nian Zen Sect. Just like the black bear spirit subdued by Guanyin Bodhisattva in Journey to the West.

Qin Yao heard the reputation and said, "Monk, you are mentally retarded!"

Song Jian’s smile faltered.

"No matter where you are a monk from, or what temptations you have heard, I advise you to think carefully about whether you have the qualifications to be an enemy of Maoshan." Qin Yao said coldly, not wanting to be the kind of big-hearted enemy.

As long as the other party is not obsessed with ghosts, they will be a little worried when they hear Maoshan's name, right?

 “Amitabha.”

Hong Jian clasped his hands together and said seriously: "Donor, can you let this poor monk ask a few questions?"

Qin Yao said expressionlessly: "Master, please speak."

Hongjian raised the pocket in his hand and said solemnly: "First question, did you keep the group of foxes in this poor monk's pocket?"

"yes."

“Second question, I heard that you also raise ghosts and zombies?”

 “This is not the right question.” Qin Yao shook his head and said.

“Oh?” Kong Jian glanced at Yan Wuya, then turned around: “What’s wrong?”

 “I raised the ghosts, and the one who raised the little zombies was my master.” Qin Yao said.

　　空见：“…”

 This can all be passed down? ?

 “Are there any questions?” Qin Yao said calmly.

Kong Jian shook his head and said: "It seems that after I transform you, it is necessary to see your master."

Qin Yao's eyes turned cold: "Are you really going to be a big grievance?"

“I don’t know what you are talking about, poor monk.” Kong Jian said, raising his right hand, a golden power centered on his palm quickly condensed into a golden Buddha hand, and grabbed Qin Yao in the air.

“Damn, I can’t even understand what I’m saying. You’re really a retard.” Qin Yao turned sideways and swung his fist, hitting the Buddha’s hand hard with the force of his fist and the evil wind.

 “Boom.”

A bright golden light suddenly lit up at the junction of the fist and palm, and an invisible energy swept across in all directions in a wave shape.

 “Dengdenggao.”

 Qin Yao felt a wild force hitting him along the way of his fist. He took several steps back, leaving deep footprints with each step before he could resolve the force. A flash of surprise flashed across Sora Jian's face, as if he didn't expect that the opponent's physical fitness was so strong.

 “Bang!”

Qin Yao kicked the ground with his right foot, rose up from the ground, and waved his arms to hit the monk. His thick arms emitted bursts of golden light as he ran, like the hands of gods.

Song Jian flipped his palm, and another golden palm print flew out and rushed into the sky.

 “Drink…ha!”

 “Boom.”

Qin Yao punched the Buddha's hand, and as expected, it was bounced away again.

"Stop struggling, you are no match for me." Kong Jianyun said calmly.

Qin Yao's body turned several somersaults in mid-air and landed on the ground with a bang.

 “The war situation is not yet decided, so don’t be so arrogant.”

This was not the first time that Qin Yao encountered such a high-level opponent. His face was not panicked at all, and he used all the Dahuang Ting Qi in his body. His body suddenly expanded in a circle, and the spiritual patterns between his eyebrows sparkled.

Song Jian frowned, raised his palm high, and waved it down from top to bottom.

At the same time, a big golden hand flashed from Qin Yao's head and landed.

Qin Yao kicked the ground with his heels, and the magical talisman on his leg shone with light. In an instant, he escaped from the attack with his big hand and came to Kong Jian.

 “Pfft!”

Before he raised his palm, Qin Yao's right fist hit him **** the face, causing his body to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

“Whoops.” Kong Jian dodged to avoid the second punch, his posture as elegant as the wind: “I was careless and didn’t dodge. I won’t give you the chance to hit my second punch.”

"Too much nonsense, you are not Ma Baoguo." Qin Yao's figure was as fast as lightning, and he rushed over, his casserole-like iron fist brushing against the tip of Kong Jian's nose.

 “Boom!”

Kong Jian flipped his hand and slapped Qin Yao on him, knocking him away again.

However, what surprised him was that even so, the opponent did not appear to be injured and was still as vigorous as a tiger.

“So you are not a human being!” Monk Kongjian said with certainty.

In his understanding, given the other party's current level of cultivation, it is impossible for a human to cultivate his body to this level.

"You are not a human being." Qin Yao scolded lightly, activated the magic talisman, and moved forward, his fists as sharp as the light of an axe.

Monk Kong Jian exhaled, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes tightly. The Buddha's light behind him gathered together, and actually condensed into a huge angry-eyed Vajra.

 King Kong leaned forward, clasped his hands together, just caught Qin Yao's body, and held him tightly in his palms.

"Qin Yao, do you want to convert or not?" The angry-eyed Vajra spoke, his voice like thunder.

"I surrender to you, sir." Qin Yao was completely furious, and the lines between his eyebrows and soul turned into flowing fire, golden light rippled on his arms, and he slowly opened his giant Vajra hands.

 “Stubborn!”

Angry King Kong shook his head, bit by bit closing the space that Qin Yao had opened up.

 “Dengdenggao.”

 “Please come forward, ancestor!”

At the critical moment, there was a sudden sound of kicking on the ground outside the gate, and then a four-eyed giant holding a giant sword rushed in, and chopped off the head of the angry-eyed King Kong with a volley of swords.

"Poof!" The head fell, and the angry-eyed King Kong slowly dissipated. Kong saw that a ball of air seemed to have exploded in the monk's chest, and his snow-white cassock was broken into pieces.

“If you dare to hit my eldest nephew, I will chop you to death, you bastard.”

In the original movie, Grandmaster Qing's upper body was like an inflated body and he could not speak. The air was released as soon as he spoke. However, in this world, the divine power of the Grandmaster was summoned by the divine power of the ancestor, not the soul power of the Grandmaster. There is no such thing as being discouraged. The ruthless Simu swung his giant sword and slashed at Monk Kong Jian's head.

 “Pah!” Kong Jian’s eyes were full of fear, he clasped his hands together again, and a golden seal quickly appeared above his head.

 Himdo Ming Wang Seal, unparalleled defense.

 “Boom!”

The giant sword infused with the ancestor's divine power struck **** the seal of the Fudo Ming King, instantly cutting it into golden light and shattering.

Then the broad blade of the sword fell down and struck the monk's bare head, cutting it into two pieces from head to tail. Blood rained down, and both body and soul were destroyed.

In the corner, Yan Wuya was trembling with fear as he watched. Without saying a word, he hit the window and fled.

It’s too cruel.

 It’s too bloody.

 No matter young or old, Maoshan people are all perverts!

After beheading Monk Kongjian to death, he stood up with his sword closed, turned to Qin Yao who was not far away and asked: "Are you okay?"

Qin Yao's eyebrows' soul marks were flickering, and he shook his aching arm: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. Uncle Master, how did you come here by such a coincidence?"

"I…"

He opened his eyes and opened his mouth. Before he could express his intention, the divine power in his body overflowed from his pores. As his body shrunk, his vision went dark and he suddenly fell to the ground.

 Chin Yao: “…”

 Fortunately, this is not asking who the murderer is, otherwise this kind of stuck point would make people angry to death!

“Brother, hurry up and arrange for someone to wash the floor.” Qin Yao said to Jiale, walked to Simu, picked him up, and took him up to the second floor.

Jiale endured his fear and came to the two corpses. He reached out to pick up Jinlan's bag and put it into his arms. He then touched the corpse and took out a string of Buddhist beads and a yellowed book...

 Nothing else!

After a while, Qin Yao, who put his eyes on the massage bed in the VIP room, returned to the first floor and saw that the monk's body was gone. Jiale had a red cloth tied to his nose and was leading the trembling technicians to clean the floor. bloodstains on.

 In fact, they performed quite well, and there were so many technicians in the lounge that they fainted from fear.

"Junior brother, this is what I found out from that monk." Seeing him coming, Jiale immediately put the mop into the bucket and took out the Jinlan bag, Buddhist bead bracelet, and yellowed ancient books from his arms and pockets respectively. Three things.

Qin Yao took it over, opened the pocket and took a look, only to see darkness inside...

 He remembered that the monk had said before that the vixens were all put into this bag.

 The inner force was circulated and poured into the pocket. As a result, no matter how much inner force he poured into it, the pocket was like a black hole, swallowing it up.

With a thought in his mind, Qin Yao instead used magic power to refine the ownerless bag. As the golden light flashed on the bag, he actually saw a small island suspended in the darkness, with hundreds of foxes lying on it. In the mountain forest of an isolated island.

“One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi?”

Qin Yao's eyes widened and he was shocked.

 It’s not that I was shocked that there was such a magic weapon in the world, but that I was shocked that this magic weapon would fall into my hands.

"come out."

Qin Yao gave the order mentally, and Jinlan's pocket flashed with light, and hundreds of foxes were released in an instant.

 Fortunately, all the guests have been cleared out now, otherwise we don’t know what news would be spread after seeing this scene.

"Junior brother, is this the legendary Qiankun Bag?" Jiale's eyes grew hot when he saw it. It was no exaggeration to say that no one he knew could match this magic weapon.

 Including his scratchy master.

Qin Yao naturally put Jinlan's bag into his arms, nodded and said, "That's right."

Jiale sighed sincerely: "That monk is bad, but he is just a boy who gives away wealth..."

Qin Yao looked at the string of Buddhist beads, but didn't see anything for a while, and finally focused on the ancient book with yellowed pages.

The monk's palm technique, which was similar to the "Tathagata Divine Palm", impressed him so deeply. If this ancient book was the secret book for the practice of that palm technique, he wouldn't mind learning another set of Buddhist magical skills!

 (End of this chapter)