The Super Farm of Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 29: A Pharaoh Monk?

Chapter 29: A Pharaoh Monk?

Many heroes of the northern martial arts, they heard in the fog, what Kunlun fairyland? – Master Fa, they have never heard of it.

Actually don’t blame them.

These people, the strongest, are only in the realm of invincible masters, and ordinary martial masters cannot know about Kunlun fairyland.

The “Master Yifa” of the Shaolin Temple was an eminent monk in the late Ming Dynasty. He entered the “Kunlun Wonderland” and returned to Earth after he cultivated into the Wonderland.

“That pharaoh bald donkey of Rausch will definitely agree.”

As soon as Su Ze said these words, Shi Yongxin was immediately stunned.

– Pharaoh bald donkey?

This young man, Fuck is too fierce, how dare he call the “one master method” of the immortal ancestors an old bald donkey?

He sneered again and again in his heart, but on the surface he appeared to be an eminent monk. He folded his hands and said a Buddha’s name: “Amitabha Buddha, donor Xiao, is this little donor from yours? This character needs 20 polishing.”

He looked at Su Ze and said indifferently: “The little benefactor, Master Yifa, is the ancestor of the earth immortal, even if the realm is suppressed, he is definitely the number one master on earth, how can you humiliate him behind his back?

Xiao Zhanshen’s eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and he never opened his mouth.

Earth Immortal Ancestor?

Earth’s first master?

Earth Immortal Ancestor, although terrifying, is Su Ze’s opponent, you really need to fight to know.

Su Ze carried his hands on his back, walked towards Shi Yongxin, and said with a smile, “The number one expert on Earth? Did you ask me when you put this title on the head of the bald donkey?”

“Furthermore, I just became the first person in charge of the National Xianwu General Administration to integrate hundreds of martial arts, and I am responsible for the compilation of martial arts textbooks for children, elementary schools, junior high schools, and high school students. You can only agree to this matter.”

Shi Yongxin laughed angrily and said, “This matter involves the reputation and interests of my Northern Shaolin Temple, so what if I don’t agree to you?”

Boom!

Just as he finished speaking, Su Ze suddenly shot and slapped him to the ground.

Looking at the dizzy old monk who was twitching on the ground, Su Ze sighed, “You are too uncooperative. This is forcing me, a reasonable person, to be rough.”

Su Ze turned his head, looked at the God of War Xiao, and said directly: “General Xiao, if the people from the Northern Shaolin Temple disagree, the army will directly suppress it.

“The promotion of Xianwu is related to the future of the country. How can a small Northern Shaolin Temple be able to stop it?”

“Mr. Su

Man God of War hesitated to speak, then hesitantly said: “Mr. Su, the Northern Shaolin Temple is an important place of Buddhism. Wouldn’t it be too disrespectful for us to do this?”

Su Ze shook his head.

He stared at War God Xiao and sighed: “General Xiao, you have too many concerns. You are in the realm of the gods, and you are not far from opening up the Purple Palace. Once you open the Purple Palace, you are a cultivator!”

“A cultivator is heaven-defying. Buddhism is nothing but a sect created by Sakyamuni. In today’s world, even if Sakyamuni Tathagata Buddha personally came to visit, it would not help me, why should I Respect them?”

Su Ze soared into the sky, his voice resounded in the ears of the Man God of War, and said: “Xiao War God, I will go to the Southern Shaolin, the northern martial arts, and leave it to you to solve the matter.

“Remember, the cultivator, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and moves forward bravely, is the kingly way.”

“what?”

Xiao Zhanshen was shocked when he saw the figure of Su Ze leaving. He only felt that all his martial arts concepts had been peaked by Su Ze.

Su Ze’s voice was deafening, making his body tremble.

“Don’t respect the Buddha, don’t be afraid of heaven and earth,

Boom!

Suddenly, a silent voice came out from the palace of the God of War, and in his words, a purple palace suddenly opened.

Xiao Zhanshen bowed deeply in the direction Su Ze left, and said, “Thank you Mr. Su for your guidance.

Then, he turned around, his voice was thunderous, and he said loudly: “Master Shi, you Northern Shaolin are the masters of northern martial arts, you can express your attitude.”

Shi Yongxin stood up tremblingly from the ground, he gritted his teeth and said, “What about other gods in the northern martial arts?”

“You only left the customs in half a month ago, maybe you don’t know

“Northern martial arts, all the gods, have gone to the National Xianwu General Administration to discuss and discuss the promotion of Sage Art martial arts.”

“what?”

Shi Yongxin, with a stunned expression on his face, thought of Su Ze again, and couldn’t help but say, “What is the relationship between that little benefactor just now and you? Who is he?”

“Number one in the world, Mr. Su!”

Xiao War God, his face full of awe.

In the Southern Shaolin Temple, Su Ze descended from the sky and came to this thousand-year-old temple.

He walked inside the monastery, looking at ease, as if he was wandering in the backyard of his own home.

He stopped and walked, and suddenly a young monk in a bright yellow robe jumped out in front of him and shouted: “Donor, this is a forbidden area of ​​Shaolin Temple, and tourists are not allowed to enter.”

This little monk is a warrior monk. At a young age, he is already at the peak of dark energy.

Su Ze said with a faint smile: “This is the Shaolin Temple 827 Bookstore? Little monk, I’m going to the Bookstore.”

The little monk was about to speak, but saw an old monk in gray robe with a broom walking out of the Shaolin Temple. He folded his hands towards Su Ze and said, “Master Su, please come in.”

“Master, please go first.”

Su Ze and the old monk in gray robe walked towards the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and the young monk in yellow robe hurriedly shouted: “Old monk, you are a sweeping monk, who gave you such a great right to bring people into Shaolin Forbidden?”

wow!

The old monk in gray robe flung his sleeves, and directly blew the young monk in yellow robe a dozen meters away. He stood with Su Ze at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his turbid eyes shining brightly, and said, “Master Su, you I already know the purpose of my visit, what do you think of my Shaolin Temple?”

Su Ze put his hands behind his back, looked around, and commented: “Yes, yes, a thousand-year-old temple with endless pilgrims, the assets of this South Shaolin Temple are probably not worse than some listed companies, right?

“However, there are too few monks and the quality is too poor. My four hundred warriors are enough to destroy the Shaolin in the north and south…

Su Ze laughed and said, “Of course, if I shoot, I can shatter even Songshan with one punch.”

The old monk’s face suddenly sank.