Chapter 50 A Favor

Purple Yaksha, who had been extremely cold just now, was all smiles when facing Dao Ran.

The plot turned so fast that the monks who were about to run away couldn't help but stop.

This scene is so rare that you may only see it once in a lifetime, so it is worth taking the risk.

Daoran was also a little confused, but he stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man. This Fu Zhan Yaksha was so polite, so Daoran naturally had to give him face.

"Amitabha, this young monk is Daoran. I wonder what my seniors have to say."

"Haha, I just want to have a good relationship with the mage. Maybe I can be useful next time you summon me. This Yasha clan is not the only one with Moduoye who can only use brute force."

Seeing Fu Zhan and Dao Ran being so affectionate, Shenxiu couldn't accept it at all.

This was the Yaksha he summoned by destroying the temple-protecting treasure of Lingyin Temple. How could he surrender to the enemy so easily, and in such a despicable manner?

The curse holder is bound to the summoned evil god. Shenxiu tried to gather his energy and control Fu Zhan.

Fu Zhan seemed to be aware of it, and the corners of his eyes that were originally smiling under the mask suddenly became as sharp as knives. Shenxiu felt that he had hit an iron mountain head-on, and almost fainted.

After hearing this, Fu Zhan turned around and said to Shenxiu: "I don't know whether to live or die, you think that with a little magic power, you are no longer a mortal. How can the gap between immortals and mortals be so easily crossed? Your little magic power, to me, even me

I can’t control a single hair.”

Seeing Fu Zhan Yaksha's garbage-like eyes, Shenxiu was extremely angry and asked: "You are a Buddhist protector, how can you surrender to the demon monk who deceives the people? Aren't you afraid of the Buddha's punishment?"

After hearing this, Fu Zhan couldn't help laughing and said: "Buddha punishes me?! Boy, don't you even know what the spell you are holding is? Even if Buddha blames me, it won't be me who will be punished, but you."

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"How is it possible?!" Shenxiu couldn't believe it. He was obviously full of justice, how could the Buddha blame him?

"Don't believe it?"

Fu Zhan said, and his hands produced large purple thunder.

These purple electric currents, which are thicker than the waist, dance like a swarm of snakes, drawing black marks on the floor of the floating platform. If they fall on a person, they can be turned into charcoal in a moment.

Fu Zhan looked at the monks on the floating platform and said with a ferocious smile: "I will kill all these monks today. Let's see whether it is me or you who will go to the eighteenth level of hell in the future."

Daoran cursed an idiot in his heart.

The Yaksha clan are all murderous lunatics, why are you provoking him when you have nothing to do?!

Daoran quickly said to Fu Zhan: "Senior Fu Zhan, please give me some face and show your respect to me."

Daoran was also beating a drum in his heart, he was not sure how much effect his face could have.

Although Fu Zhan seemed very polite just now, the other party was a real god, and he was just a young monk who had just embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

If a big shot is polite to a little guy, that's called grace. If a little guy thinks he can have any influence on the big shot, that's called having no leverage.

But no matter whether it is useful or not, he must do his best. He can ignore others, but Monk Huiming will risk his life to stand on his side, and Daoran must also do his best to save him.

But what surprised Daoran was that as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhan clasped his hands together, causing all the thunder to dissipate.

"Of course I have to give Master Daoran his face. However, Master owes me a favor." Fu Zhan said very seriously.

"Amitabha, if you have any instructions from senior, I will definitely do my best," Daoran agreed quickly.

"This matter is not urgent. If the mage is serious about it, he might as well practice my purple sky thunder power first. When the time comes, I will naturally not be polite to the mage." Fu Zhan left these words and disappeared into lightning.

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Daoran breathed a sigh of relief. Although he owed a favor, from another perspective, favors are just connections. Having this kind of relationship means that Fu Zhan has invested in Daoran. If Daoran encounters any danger,

When Fu Zhan came out to help, he might even work harder than Mou Zhixuan.

Moreover, Fu Zhan also said that Dao Ran should practice his Purple Sky God Thunder Power. The name sounds very powerful. With Fu Zhan's full cooperation, Dao Ran's own strength will definitely be greatly improved.

If you calculate it this way, this wave is not a loss!

A big drama seems to have ended here.

The monks who escaped from death all looked at Shenxiu with hatred and disgust. If not for their luck, they would have been killed by the Yaksha just now. Thunder is the power of heaven and earth, how can their mortal bodies resist it?

"Bah! Does Lingyin Temple want to kill all of us?!"

"Shame on Buddhism!"

"You must give us an explanation!"

"Monks from Lingyin Temple, get out!"

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Shenxiu stood there at a loss, losing the ability to think amidst the people's curses.

Scenes of memories from the past emerged, and Shenxiu saw the scene when he first met Daoran. At that time, he was the first to accuse the other party, and then he was severely educated.

The second time we met, I saw Daoran exorcising demons and cannibals at Caishikou. I only said one thing and was smashed with rotten eggs all over my body.

The third time, he forced Dao Ran to debate the scriptures with him, but he was immediately taught a harsh lesson by Dao Ran.

When Shenxiu had to give up reasoning, he even destroyed Lingyin Temple's treasure, the Arhat, to summon Yaksha, hoping to use absolute power to prove what he insisted on in his heart.

As a result, it failed four times, and each time it failed more completely than the last.

I have been studying Buddhist scriptures diligently and observing the precepts day and night for these years, but I actually got this result?

Shenxiu felt a splitting headache. He couldn't help turning his head and said sadly: "Master, why is this happening? Is this disciple really wrong?"

At this moment, everyone looked at the location of the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

I saw Zen Master Daoji sitting cross-legged on the ground, without any image. However, because Zen Master Daoji was a world-famous eminent monk, no one dared to offend him easily. They just held their breath and waited for an explanation.

"Fang... the abbot is practicing closed-mouth meditation... you... you can't..."

The other monks in Lingyin Temple changed the subject with trembling voices, but in the end they were speechless in the face of everyone's angry looks.

When these real eyes fell on the Zen Master Daoji, the fake eminent monk could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He held his head and said loudly: "It's none of my business, they forced me to do it."

, they forced me to pretend to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple, the real abbot is dead long ago. I don’t know anything, it’s really none of my business.”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Daoran was severely shocked. He had never thought of this reversal.

Except for Shenxiu, the remaining monks from Lingyin Temple had only one thought in their minds: "It's over, it's over."
Chapter completed!