Jiayou's Fun

It is still the southern wilderness of Dayin, deep in the Million Gods and Demons Mountain.

In a secret realm isolated from the world, a strange peak that is all ivory white and shaped like a vajra rises nearly 10,000 feet high.

On the sharp top of the strange peak is a small Buddhist pavilion, less than three feet in size. Inside is a shrine that is golden and as transparent as glass. There are dark golden light and shadows inside, outlining veins, acupoints, and even It is a skeletal statue of Vajra Bodhisattva.

There are more than a dozen futons placed in front of the statue of Bodhisattva, which is about ten feet tall.

A dozen burly, skinny, almost unpopular old monks were sitting cross-legged on the futon shivering, with a bamboo basket in front of each of them, talking and busy at the same time.

From time to time, a young monk came in and brought in baskets of spices prepared in proportion.

These old monks grabbed handfuls of spices and rubbed them gently with their palms to grind the spices into very fine powder. There was a faint golden light lingering in their palms, and with a low roar, the thin and hard incense sticks were rubbed out with their fleshy palms.

Each incense stick was glowing with a faint golden light, as thin as a mung bean, and three feet and six inches long. These old monks put the incense sticks one by one into the bamboo basket at the top of the painting. Every time a basket was full, they were handed over to the incense sticks. The little monk took it away.

When the young monks carried these baskets, it was obviously very difficult.

Through the hands of these old monks, these spices have been compressed with great density. A small incense stick weighs more than ten kilograms, and a basket of incense sticks has hundreds of sticks, weighing around four to five thousand kilograms.

The young monks can carry these baskets and climb this strange peak that is tens of thousands of feet high. It can be seen that they have tens of thousands of kilograms of strength, which is comparable to the cultivation of the secular pulse expansion realm - but looking at the tender heads and tender brains of these young monks, Some young monks are obviously only five or six years old.

Here is the main gate of the Great Vajra Temple.

In front of the statue of Vajra Bodhisattva, several incense sticks are about to burn out. An old monk who was closest to the Bodhisattva statue stood up, tremblingly picked up a few new incense sticks, blew them out in one breath, and the incense head lit up. He bowed towards the Bodhisattva statue and inserted the incense stick into the statue again. into the incense burner filled with incense ashes.

Over there in Anping Prefecture, some little guys started pinching each other. After putting on the incense again, the old monk sat down and rubbed the incense sticks one by one.

I heard. It's because the Great Bear from the outer sect is too greedy. Another old monk who could hardly open his eyes said quietly: How big of an appetite does he have, how big of a rice bowl he carries. He wants to devour all the hot food in one bite. Liandu Erdan, if you have this ability, it doesn't matter. The strong Vajra Temple has always been respected, you can swallow it, you can swallow it.

Another old monk said quietly: But if you don't have the appetite, just use this idea, no, no!

The old monk who was offering incense lowered his head and rolled out a new incense stick bit by bit: The little baby blocking his way, speaking of it, although it has not formally knocked on the door of the mountain, when we really talk about it, it will start from the release of evil. Counting that, he can be regarded as the thirteenth generation gray grandson of my branch. It’s not that I’m protecting the weak, but judging from the news from the disciples outside, he is more capable than Xiong Taidou.”

An old monk murmured: It's just a few Red Lotus Crossing Edan, let's promise it to him. That boy Lu Qian will take four of them away and give the rest to that Xiong Taidou. Let's settle the matter quickly, our time, Not much more.”

A dozen old monks raised their heads one after another, looked at each other's decayed, lifeless faces covered with age spots, and nodded at the same time.

The old monk who was offering incense smiled and murmured: When I received the letter from the disciples outside, I felt something in my heart.

All the old monks looked at him at the same time.

This old monk who is closest to the statue of Mahavajra Bodhisattva and is responsible for changing the incense for the statue is the presiding god Zui of the generation of Mahavajra Temple (a drunken god friendly appearance). He is also the oldest and longest-lived monk in Mahavajra Temple today. The longest and most powerful monk.

Regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, or demons, they all say that the Great Vajra Temple is just a group of reckless monks who only know how to hack and kill.

Only this group of old monks in the Great Vajra Temple know that in addition to the fundamental Dharma of the Great Vajra Temple, they also practice other Buddhist secrets of the three sects, three temples and three Zen forests. In this era when the spiritual power of heaven and earth is shattered, all He has developed several incredible magical powers.

Feeling something in his heart proves that he has foreseen something interesting and important.

That Xiong Taidou is ordinary. In this life, he will just run around outside. Shenzui rubbed out another incense stick bit by bit and gently put it into the bra.

But this Lu Qian has some good fortune. Although my cultivation is shallow and I can't see clearly what his future will be like. But there is no doubt that his future achievements will be a thousand times more than Xiong Taidou's.

Go to the arsenal...I remember...that ancestor killed a black bear spirit who was causing trouble in the world and captured a set of good quality weapons. Please send it to him.

An old monk sitting next to Shenzui smiled: Senior brother said, but that set of armor, spear, and bow? In our arsenal, those are already very good things.

Shenzui sighed and shook his head.

That was now. In the past, it was just an inferior thing. What kind of thing can be made from a poor, pitiful black bear?

However, the ancestors died together with all the important weapons that passed down the sect. The few good things that were left were the great changes in the world. Over the years, they have decayed and collapsed.

On the contrary, it's this set of black bear essence stuff. Shen Zui's withered face twitched, showing an extremely helpless expression: On the contrary, it's this set of stuff, there are no advanced techniques in it, it just uses a bunch of pretty good Objects made of materials.”

The simpler it is, the longer it will last. Now in the Shanmen Arsenal, this set of objects is considered very good.

Shenzui shook his head, waved his hands, and coughed lightly. At the door of the Buddhist pavilion, a tall monk, about ten feet tall, with a fleshy face, broom eyebrows and round eyes, responded and jumped forward. He jumped from the top of this strange peak.

Shen Zui blinked his eyes, and weakly said another sentence: Since you gave me armor and so on, I'll just pick a good different-blood mount and send it as a gift.

Sitting at the door of the Buddhist pavilion, an old monk raised his head and said with a smile: Senior brother, if this Lu Qian really has such good fortune, why don't he come into the inner sect in advance. In a world of great competition, we must compete for luck and talent. If he is not The sects have searched for them, but it’s not good.”

Shen Zui narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly: In this case, let him take Lu Qian under his tutelage. The word Shi is the word dharma. Well, give him a good dharma name.

Anpingguan.

Western Wall.

Lu Qian sat on a city wall, holding the rabbit in his arms and stroking it vigorously, and looked at the chaotic people outside the city who were unable to advance or retreat with a smile.

Poor Mr. Xiong, the original baggage of food and grass was completely burned, and the food and grass behind could not be transported. In the past two days, he mobilized many people to hunt in the mountains and forests, pick mushrooms and wild vegetables, etc.

After struggling for two days, they finally gathered a batch of food, which fed tens of thousands of people and launched another attack.

This time, Lu Qian created a ten-mile thick fog directly outside the west wall. The fog was level with the city wall, and the west wall was completely blocked. In the heavy fog, it was almost impossible to see even one's hands and fingers. The tens of thousands of rioters attacking the city were still several miles away from the city wall, and they were completely in disarray. I don't know how many people sprained their feet and injured their heads.

In the heavy fog, rioters were everywhere shouting and cursing.

From time to time, unfamiliar groups of rioters collided with each other. In shock, the two sides drew their swords at each other, and there was a clash of fire.

No matter how much Taidou Xiong yelled and cursed outside the fog, the mob in the fog couldn't hear what he was shouting at all.

That is to say, Lu Qian was soft-hearted and pitied these rioters. Otherwise, when these rioters were unable to move in the heavy fog, as long as a barrage of arrows was fired from the city wall, at least half of these rioters would be killed or injured.

Want to take all the credit and benefits?

You, Tai Dou Xiong, are worthy of it? Lu Qian sneered and whispered to Lu Jun next to him: Is there any way to complain to the superiors? Just say that Tai Dou Xiong colluded with the demons of Blood Soul Temple to ambush and kill our disciples.

Lu Qian suddenly remembered the good deeds Xiong Taidou had done.

Isn't this an unjust accusation against Xiong Taidou? Is Leshan a disciple of Blood Soul Temple?

Did Xiong Taidou ask Leshan to fight with Lu Qian in Baimafang, and wanted to kill Lu Qian?

Lu Qian was very curious. If he brought this matter to the top of the Great Vajra Temple, he didn't know how those great monks and old monks would deal with Xiong Taidou?

Just when Lu Qian choked Anping Pass and made Xiong Taidou unable to move forward or retreat and furious, the imperial struggle that had lasted for several days in Haojing City finally came to an end.

First of all, the ministers of the cultural and educational families were stunned by the bad news coming back from Anping Pass - Wang Pu was actually assassinated by a rebel master in the Chinese army, and it was Lu Qian who took over the military power and took charge of the army to fight against the rebels.

How can you endure this kind of thing?

What if Lu Qian invaded Anping Prefecture and found out about the mess inside... The consequences would be too serious, I dare not even think about it!

The emperor reprimanded Wang Pu for his failure to quell the chaos and demanded additional punishment.

Zhu Chong and other cultural and educational officials used the fact that Haojing was haunted and vaguely threatened the emperor has lost his morality to force Yinyuan to give in. While quarreling with the emperor, they used the fastest efficiency to form a second anti-rebellion army and prepared to go to Anping Pass.

Hundreds of officials and officials who had suffered heavy losses were interspersed with us crying.

After several days of quarrel, the dispute finally came to a result acceptable to all parties.

In the Fuyao Hall, only the Queen Mother, Yinyuan, General Yue Wu and others remained, while the other courtiers had already retired.

These gentlemen. Hehe, hehe, hehehe. Yinyuan crossed his legs, twitched the corners of his mouth, and sneered wantonly.

I thought that Wang Pu was such a good general who was good at fighting, so I took the initiative to ask him to lead the army to Anping Prefecture to quell the rebellion. Yinyuan said sarcastically: Unexpectedly, he was killed at Anping Pass before he entered Anping Prefecture. . Tsk tsk, luckily Duke Tianyang was able to turn the tide, otherwise, those rebels would have rushed out of Anping Prefecture!

Le Wu sneered from the side: If the rebels rush out of Anping Prefecture, Wang Pu and the others will not be able to chop off ten heads.

After sneering a few times, Yinyuan stood up and said loudly: Remember Tianyang Gong for his great merits, and transfer him back to Haojing to serve. Tsk, since the Prime Minister and the others insist that their people should quell the chaos, then let them go Give it a try.

However, what Lord Tianen said makes sense. Those literary and educated gentlemen are good at telling lies. Are they really going to fight... No!

General, hereby issue an order to mobilize all 800,000 Wolf Riders from Northern Boundary City to Haojing for backup.