Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

Xu Changsheng came back with supernatural powers and appeared out of thin air, frightening King Yan who was reviewing the memorial.

Seeing that it was Xu Changsheng, King Yan quickly got up and walked down to meet Xu Changsheng.

"It turned out to be a holy monk, why did you come back?"

Xu Changsheng put his hands together, bowed and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk came to visit suddenly, and wanted to tell His Majesty that the plague in Shuzhou has been resolved, please rest assured."

The King of Yan put his hands together, bowed to the ground, thanked him, and said, "Xiao Wang has thanked the holy monk for the people of Yan State!"

Xu Changsheng raised King Yan with both hands, and said, "Your Majesty is polite, it is a poor monk's job to subdue demons and eliminate demons, so why bother."

King Yan laughed and said cheerfully, "The holy monk is a true Buddha!"

"According to the instructions of the holy monk, Xiao Wang lightened taxes, rewarded farming, stopped wars with other countries, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment."

"However, the wealthy merchants and tycoons from all over the country of Yan, and the common people built temples spontaneously and wanted to worship holy monks. This has nothing to do with Xiao Wang."

Xu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that the thought power of sentient beings received in the Daluo Golden Bowl had increased rather than decreased.

The feeling is that all parts of the country of Yan are spontaneously building temples, and they are now.

King Yan said with a smile: "Because it was not built by the king, and many places were renovated temples, the names of the temples are also varied."

"But in the temples, all the worshippers are Nanwu Dawei Tianlong Zunwang Buddha, that is, you, the holy monk."

"Nanwu Dawei Tianlong Zunwang Buddha"

Xu Changsheng couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said, "Nowadays, the poor monk has not yet attained the status of Buddha, yet to receive this honorary title, this kind of love is a bit unbearable."

King Yan pulled Xu Changsheng to sit down, slapped his palm, and said, "I can bear it, I can bear it."

"If you are good to the people, the people will naturally think of your goodness."

"Once the world is blessed, all the people at dawn will remember you, and you will naturally be conferred a god and a Buddha."

Xu Changsheng nodded and said, "Your Majesty is wise, and internal affairs are wise.

Thrift and love the people.

Do your best to rule, the worthy sage of Yan Kingdom."

"By the way, the poor monk suddenly came to the palace to disturb Your Majesty. Apart from reporting the plague, there is another request."

The King of Yan said: "What is the matter, the holy monk can say nothing."

Xu Changsheng stopped beating around the bush and said straight to the point: "The poor monk wants a little blood from His Majesty."

King Yan was startled and couldn't help but wonder.

"I want Xiao Wang's blood"

King Yan is the lord of a country, where the destiny is, "the body of a true dragon"

Even the great demon Purdue Cihang, who killed the Manchu civil and military traitors and emptied the blood of the traitors, failed to kill the King of Yan.

It can be seen that King Yan's "powerful point"

The weaker demons and ghosts, evil spirits, could not get close to King Yan's body at all.

Xu Changsheng was about to explain why he wanted his blood when King Yan got up and walked around behind the dragon chair.

I saw him stretch out his hand and pull out...a sword hidden behind the dragon chair.

King Yan asked, "How much do you want?"

Xu Changsheng: "..."

This mortal King Yan will become a saint in the future! Xu Changsheng got up and walked towards King Yan, turned his hand and took out the golden bowl of Daluo, and said, "Thanks to King Yan's love, the poor monk only needs a few."

"Your Majesty, you can cut your finger and drop it into the poor monk's golden bowl."

Xu Changsheng stretched out the Daluo golden bowl.

King Yan stretched his head and glanced at it, showing a surprised expression.

"In the holy monk's golden bowl, there is a small snake"

Xu Changsheng coughed dryly and said, "It's an evil dragon."

"Evil Dragon"

King Yan took a closer look and found the "snake" he saw at first glance

, In fact, it has dragon horns, dragon claws, dragon fins, etc...

"It's really a dragon, and it's so small, this is the first time Xiao Wang has met, it's the first time."

......"The holy monk is indeed a great supernatural power, and even dragons can be captured."

Xu Changsheng smiled slightly: "The origin of the evil dragon is still found by the poor monk by chance. There are many causes and effects, and the poor monk will not say much."

"Your Majesty only needs to drop blood on this dragon's body."

King Yan didn't ask any further questions, he directly cut his finger with the sword, and then dripped blood and fell on the evil dragon.

A strange scene happened.

The blood dripped by King Yan, like a sponge, was absorbed by the evil dragon, which is incredible.

Xu Changsheng did not let King Yan drop too much.

Mainly the corpse of the evil dragon, which was bloodletted and poisoned before, and a lot of dragon blood was lost.

Later, after Xu Changsheng obtained the corpse of the evil dragon, he purified the poison of the corpse of the evil dragon, and then used the clean dragon blood to fuse the Buddha's blood to get rid of the plague.

As a result, the corpse of the evil dragon has lost too much blood, and the dragon's energy has been greatly damaged. If it is used for refining, it is not the best state.

That's why Xu Changsheng came to King Yan to borrow blood to replenish the dragon energy of the evil dragon's corpse.

Xu Changsheng stretched out his hand and wiped it on King Yan's finger, and the wound on King Yan's finger immediately healed.

Xu Changsheng turned his hands and put away the golden bowl of Daluo, bowed and said, "Amitabha, thank you for your bloodshed."

King Yan laughed and said: "The holy monk is polite, have you done less for the king and for the country of Yan?"

"Xiao Wang dripped some blood, what is it?"

"To be honest, if the holy monk did not appear, he would have surrendered Pudu Cihang in time.

When Purdue Cihang steals the fortune of the country, Xiao Wang will not escape death!"

Xu Changsheng was moved, and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

A wise man is a wise man.

"Your Majesty still has a memorial to review, the poor monk is inconvenient to disturb him, and he will retire first."

"Go on, holy monk."

After Xu Changsheng said goodbye to King Yan, he began to conceive the Eighth Item of Evil Dragon Refining.

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Chapter 71 Ten Thousand Spirits and Evil Dragon Pond

With his supernatural powers, Xu Changsheng returned to the ancient water town and stayed for one night.

Most of the houses in the town were washed away by the flood, and the people could only sleep on the streets.

But instead of being depressed, they were cured of the plague, built bonfires, sang and danced, and celebrated.

Xu Changsheng was invited to the bonfire banquet, and young and bold girls dragged him to dance together.

"Twisting your waist is nothing compared to this, I Xiaoqing will lose to a group of mortals"

Xiaoqing joined the dance and snatched Xu Changsheng from the hands of the other girls.

Her figure is graceful and charming, and her waist is like a water snake, twisting, and those mortal girls are indeed incomparable.

Bai Suzhen sat aside, watching Xiaoqing drag Xu Changsheng to dance together.

Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caicheng were also by her side.

"Xiaoqing's character is... feisty and playful."

Nie Xiaoqian covered her mouth and smiled and said, "It's a bit like "[-]" with my sister.

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"who said it!"

Ning Caicheng stolely twisted Nie Xiaoqian's waist and said with wide eyes.

"Your sister's relationship is also very good."

Bai Suzhen smiled slightly, and her eyes returned to Xu Changsheng.

"Can you talk to me about the story of your encounter with the holy monk?"

"He is really different from the Buddhist practice I learned, and it can even be said to be deviant."

Nie Xiaoqian recalled for a moment and replied, "My sister and I met the little monk when we were in Montenegro."

"At that time, there was an old monk living in the ancient temple on the mountain."

"One day, the old monk asked the young monk to go down the mountain to fetch water..."

Nie Xiaoqian spoke while recalling.

Bai Suzhen also listened very seriously.

After midnight, the bonfire banquet was over.

The earth is the bed, the stars and the moon are the quilt, and they sleep in the open for one night.

Xu Changsheng sat cross-legged on the third-grade Baohua lotus platform, holding the golden bowl of Daluo in both hands, staring at the evil dragon in the bowl with a pair of star eyes.

"Little monk, why are you in a daze?"

Xu Changsheng followed the sound and looked up.

I found that Ning Caicheng didn't know when, ran to a big tree, sat on a sturdy branch, leaned against the trunk, and drank wine that he didn't know where.

The red dress is bright, the skirt hangs on the treetops, and the temperament is free and easy.

Xu Changsheng replied, "I'm thinking of turning the corpse of the evil dragon into a Buddha treasure."

Ning Caicheng threw the jug to Xu Changsheng, who was sitting under the tree, and asked, "Little monk, are you planning to make one Buddha treasure, or several Buddha treasures?"