This move of the young monk not only made the seven holy monks stunned on the spot, but also made the man in blue a little stunned.
"Son!!!"
All the seven holy monks could not believe their own eyes.
The Holy Son actually knelt down to the man in blue.
And he keeps saying that he wants to serve this man in blue?
This is too groveling.
After all, you are also a holy son of Buddhism.
How can this be so?
The man in blue looked at the young monk with interest.
"Do you really want to work for me?"
The young monk nodded, his handsome face full of solemnity.
"Being able to serve an immortal is not only an honor for the young monk, but also the honor of the entire Yiyunchuan."
After saying that, the young monk looked at the seven holy monks.
"Jing Liuli, the seven of you will also come immediately to pay homage to this immortal."
The seven holy monks looked at each other in confusion.
They were all a little reluctant.
After all, he has been high and mighty for so many years and has always regarded himself as a powerful person in the hidden world, but now he has to surrender to a person of unknown origin.
Naturally, I couldn't accept it in my heart.
What can I do if I can't accept it?
The strength of this man in blue is obviously superior to his own and others.
Even the Holy Son has surrendered, how can he and others still have any objections?
When you are strong, you can only surrender!
Only then can you save your life!
Although it is a bit embarrassing, it is not the first time for the monks of Yiyunchuan to sacrifice their dignity in order to save their lives.
It has been done once in ancient times.
Therefore, the seven holy monks did not hesitate too much and immediately knelt down in front of the man in blue.
"I am willing to serve the immortals!"
The man in blue looked at these guys with contempt in his heart, but also a bit of pride.
"There really aren't any powerful people in the lower realm. These should be the strongest beings in the lower realm, but they still have to submit to me!"
The man in blue suddenly felt that he had made a wise decision by escaping to the lower world.
Although it is said that immortals have broken the rules in the lower world.
But what he did in the Zhenyuan world was already a capital crime.
What rules do you care about?
As long as the immortals of Zhenyuan Realm cannot come down, there will be nothing anyone can do to him.
In the entire lower world, I am the strongest existence!
Call for the wind and rain!
Blame Fang Qiu!
I want to do
Just do whatever you want!
"Everyone, get up."
The man in blue spoke calmly.
The young monk and the seven holy monks stood up together.
"From now on, you will obey my orders."
The man in blue continued.
"With me sitting here, your so-called Yiyunchuan can dominate the mortal world!"
"I will also teach you some immortal methods to improve your strength."
Upon hearing this, the seven holy monks were immediately overjoyed.
"Thank you, Immortal!"
The young monk also bowed his hands in thanks and asked casually.
"I still don't know how to call the immortal?"
The man in blue took a deep look at the young monk and then waved his sleeves.
"My surname is Murong, and my single name is Yifeng."
Murong Feng!
This is the name of the man in blue.
It is not a pseudonym to fool these monks.
In this world, there is no need for Murong Feng to use a pseudonym.
Because no living creature can threaten you.
"Amitabha, the Holy Son of the Young Monk and Jade Buddha."
Murong Feng waved his hand impatiently, "I don't care what your names are."
The eyes of the Holy Son of the Jade Buddha flashed slightly, and the seven holy monks also looked a little strange.
They could feel that Murong Feng was extremely contemptuous of them in his words and deeds.
It's like a lofty emperor looking at ordinary people.
Maybe this is the arrogance of immortals.
No wonder.
In the eyes of this immortal, I and others are indeed no different than ants.
"This place is nice. I'll stay here for now. I'll call you if anything happens."
"If you have nothing to do on weekdays, don't bother me."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
Murong Feng's figure disappeared in an instant.
But the voice still echoed in the ears of the Holy Son of the Emerald Buddha and the Seven Great Holy Monks.
The seven holy monks all looked at the Holy Son of the Emerald Buddha, and seemed to have something to say.
But the Holy Son of the Jade Buddha just shook his head, there was not much expression on his face, and his eyes contained deep meaning.
Taixuan Mansion.
Ye Qingyun was lying on the bamboo chair.
The whole person looked a lot more decadent.
Unshaven.
Hair is messy.
The circles under his eyes were dark, and it seemed that he had not slept well for several days.
This is indeed the case.
Ever since he learned about Huikong's death, Ye Qingyun has been haunted.
To be continued...