Jiayou's Fun

When Lu Qian took Jiang Baijiu out of the city, outside the ninth city of the town, a young monk who was fair-skinned, clean, and felt quite moist and smooth was holding the bamboo hat on his head with one hand and looking at Lu Qian and others. The direction people leave the city.

After Lu Qian and Jiang Baijiu's troops were completely submerged into the wild mountains and disappeared from his sight, the young monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands and saluted in the direction where Lu Qian disappeared, and mumbled an extremely complicated scripture.

When he straightened up, a faint dust-like halo scattered around the young monk's body. He seemed to have taken off some extremely heavy shackles, and an extremely agile and erratic energy emerged from the deepest part of his body, with a far-reaching and high-spirited charm. It is between Taoism and Buddhism, and it seems to have combined the strangeness and transformation of demons and demons. In short, it is an aura of extraordinary spiritual transformation.

Thank you Master Fahai for your great kindness.

The young monk struggled in the mud of the pagoda for hundreds of millions of years, and today he finally achieved transcendence. Such kindness should be repaid... by breaking his body into pieces.

The young monk smiled, took off the bamboo hat on his head very coolly, and threw it away into the distance.

The bamboo hat was spinning, like a huge bird, slowly circling the wind, flying far, far away in the direction of the mountain wind, and finally landed crookedly on the top of a big pine tree at the foot of the mountain. Staggering, it looked like a dead head stuck in the treetop.

Light footsteps sounded.

A girl wearing a blue dress, who is quite fair and pretty, but has a large green vine pattern on her left cheek, and a half-open pink flower among the green vines at her temples, which adds a bit of coquettishness to her. He appeared out of thin air and walked to the young monk's side with light steps.

Congratulations, Brahma Wheel Tripitaka!

The girl smiled very sweetly and cutely.

Wrong, you have always been wrong... The Brahma Wheel is the skin, it is my 'method' to deal with external demons... And Tripitaka, haha, is the 'burial' of the 'burial'...'burial', This is the 'Tao' that I pursue for eternity, and this is my truth!

The young monk said softly: The Brahma Wheel Tripitaka has fallen. In today's world, there is only one who has shed all cares and burdens, is clean, and is free and unrestrained... the Third Burial Monk.

Pursing his lips and smiling easily, the Third Burial Monk turned around and looked at the girl: I haven't seen her in the past few years, but Saint Wanmiao has become more and more lively and cute... What, I Is that right? In all things, only when you lose something can you gain more, and only when you are willing can you get more... You ruined a wonderful world, but what a powerful and magical force you gained?

Saint Wan Miao sighed quietly, she stretched out her left hand, and a wisp of blue-gold Buddha light dimly lit up in the palm of her hand. Strange sounds of nature floated leisurely, and in the green-gold Buddha light, a seed the size of a mustard exploded with a 'pop' sound. The delicate rhizome was slowly pulled out, and the stem gradually grew, giving out cyan leaves and blooming pink. Huaguduo.

With a 'pop' sound, several small flower buds bloomed.

The flowers bloomed and withered instantly. Several thumb-sized bloody skulls rushed out from the exploded flowers with a shrill scream. They circled around Wan Miao Saint Aunt for several weeks, then swayed in the wind and turned into several The three-inch-tall, slender and quite beautiful woman in the red dress jumped up and down happily on a cloud of blood, and sang a strange song that made people shudder.

I don't care whether you are Sanzang or Sanzang. Saint Wanmiao said quietly: I listened to you and cooperated with you in doing those things. Wanmiaotian, my only teaching place in the lower world, but The whole thing was slaughtered, and the huge Wanmiaotian was completely destroyed.

If I can't get enough benefits, I won't obey. Saint Wanmiao smiled, and gently hugged one of the three burial monk's arms with her hands. Her two snow-white and delicate palms suddenly turned into blood, like red-hot irons, emitting terrifying heat.

The evil power crazily eroded the flesh and blood of the Third Burial Monk. The sleeves he was hugging instantly turned into nothing with two chichi sounds. A faint blood-colored smoke continued to rise from the contact between Wanmiao Saint's palm and his arm.

Everything is superficial and nothingness. Monk Three Burials drooped his eyelids and looked at Saint Wanmiao with very kind eyes: Let go of your hand... you can't hurt me.

Saint Wan Miao hummed a song and said softly: Try it, try it... Hehe.

The Third Burial Monk suddenly rose up, raised his other arm suddenly, and his palm turned into the size of a millstone, grabbed the head of Saint Wanmiao, and pressed it heavily to the ground with a 'bang'.

Saint Wan Miao groaned and her head sank deeply into the hard ground.

The originally ordinary mountain rock, at the moment her head hit it, there was a slight layer of light that looked like Buddha's light, but also had a bit of Taoist immortality, and a bit of evil and ferocious demonic aura. The rocky ground became very solid.

Saint Wan Miao's head sank into the ground, her head was bruised and bloody, and her head was as messy and miserable as an egg that had been smashed by a hammer.

The Third Burial Monk let go of his hand, and Saint Wan Miao cursed incessantly, and pulled her head out of the pit with great difficulty. She shook her head vigorously, and the severely injured head recovered in just a breath. She looked at Monk Three Burials angrily, a fierce light flashed in her green eyes, and then she smiled.

Remember what happened today, you owe me one more thing.

With a giggle, Saint Wan Miao stretched out her delicate little tongue, licked a drop of blood stuck to the corner of her mouth, and said softly: Okay, we have arrived. So, where is that bitch? Why hasn't she come yet? Come?

The Third Burial Monk looked at Saint Wanmiao with a deep look: Are you really not afraid of death? Do you have the guts to say those two words in front of her?

Saint Wanmiao twisted her body slightly, and her whole body was pressed against the three-burial monk: Oh, I have you to protect me, what should I be afraid of? Even if I want to die, I will drag you to accompany me... …Hee, as long as I’m not lonely on the road to death, will I be afraid of death?”

The face of the Third Burial Monk became a little ugly, and he whispered: Are you really crazy? Or are you pretending to be crazy?

Just as Saint Wan Miao was about to speak, a little blue-red light fell rapidly in the sky. A small mung bean-sized light fell to the ground, and exploded with countless auspicious neon lights. The ceiling splashed down, and a person Wearing a nine-phoenix robe and an imperial crown on her head, a beautiful woman who resembled the Queen of Heaven and the God of Heaven slowly emerged from the auspicious auspicious light.

Saint Wan Miao snorted lightly, raised her chin slightly, and snorted at the woman in an extremely provocative manner: Oh, this 'mother'... cough, 'mother'... how are you doing recently?

The original honorific title of 'empress' suddenly turned into the 'empress' flavor of a child calling her 'mom' in the mouth of Saint Wanmiao!

The third burial monk sighed slightly.

The woman's face suddenly turned cold.