Bo Fu completely ignored the axe punch behind him, just walked slowly, but the bald man thought he must have hit fell into the empty place. The feeling of emptying force made the monk completely distracted, and he lay on the ground for a long time without getting angry. He just couldn't figure out how the thief who broke through the door avoided his punch...
Bo Fu was not interested in caring about the mood of the monk behind him - this kind of slag that was not even dust. If he could really get Bo Fu's attention a little, he would probably be a super master in the world's broken void.
However, many monks suddenly emerged from the square in front of him, including a fat monk with a ferocious face. He looked like a bandit wearing a cassock and shaved his head.
"One hundred and eight bald donkeys? This is the Arhat Formation? What does it have to do with Shaolin Temple?" Bo Fu muttered with serene satisfaction, but his feet did not stop moving forward. The monks didn't say much, but just shouted loudly together: "Amitabha!"
"It seems that these monks can really make money! Look at the whole body of the hall is made of copper. Even if they are basically hollow copper pillars, they probably cost at least thousands of tons of copper. No wonder, the place where the bald donkey leader of the Western Sect lives is full of gold, silver and jewelry, and this is also to learn from the wise." Bo Fu looked at the hall emitting golden light on the back of the square and said.
The aura of the Arhat formation kept rising, but Bo Fu stepped down with one step, and the sound of footsteps hit the gap in their enhancement. The momentum of these monks was frustrated. When they improved again, Bo Fu's footsteps were every step in the space when their skills resonated. As Bo Fu pressed step by step, the monks began to fall, and the guys with insufficient skills were already red and almost vomiting blood.
Just as Bo Fu walked to the first monk, the entire Arhat Formation collapsed with a "boom". Most of the monks hummed their luck to suppress the true energy that was running around all over. Only the tall and fat bald donkey who seemed to be the host of the formation shouted loudly, snatching her body into a siege and knocking it down with a magic wand.
The fate was the same as the bald donkey guarding the door... The stick hit the sky, and the guy who broke through the door walked over leisurely, while the magic wand hit the sky incredibly. The fat monk also spat blood, his face turned pale and sat cross-legged and began to suppress his true energy.
A handsome monk stood at the entrance of the hall, without saying a word, counting rosary in his hand, and quietly waiting for Bo Fu.
There are many monks who practice silent meditation, but there is only one bald donkey who has become a daily habit of practice to this point, that is, the abbot of this temple, Monk Kong. However, Bo Fu had no interest in wasting time with this silent monk. He took a casual step, and the handsome monk immediately rolled into the hall like a gourd, rolling to the side and vomiting blood. Bo Fu stepped into the hall, looked around, then took out a box from the altar in front of the Buddha, and then turned around and left.
As soon as he left the temple gate, the guy crushed the box casually, revealing a milky white jade seal inside, "I will live forever. Is it true that it is the imperial seal? Even the gold that replenishes the corners... and there are 'mysterious' fluctuations. Really, isn't this one of the scraps left by the upper realm? It's also made into a imperial seal." Bo Fu picked up the jade seal and looked over and over, and then the guy crushed the jade seal casually, with his palms in his arms.
After rubbing, the broken jade suddenly turned into white ash and scattered, but a small ball of spiritual energy appeared in Bo Fu's palms. "The rules of heaven and earth are really...... The simple spiritual energy is not allowed to exist. It is about to be forced to disperse by the rules. It's okay to make it into a treasure... well, just make it into a treasure." Bo Fu took out a big money and stuffed the spiritual energy inside, completing a copper coin treasure that was useless and had a very gentle appearance.
"The only use of this money is probably to let the injured Zhu Jiuyang use it to absorb the spiritual energy and heal the wound..." Bo Fu stuffed the big money into his pocket and thought to himself.
Next, Bo Fu turned directly into the bustling and prosperous place in Luoyang and began to mingle in the market. Not long after, the rumors about an immortal master named Long Yangzi on the Songjiao treasure ship in the Yangtze River spread all over the world.
"It seems that your asshole is already hungry and thirsty, Zhu Jiuyang... is not right! It should be called Murong Eye." Bo Fu had already swept Zhu Jiuyang's heart when he met, knowing that this guy was traveling through time. Although he traveled through time and became a Zhulong called Zhu Jiuyang, his real name was Murong Eye... " Speaking of which, although the edible ingredients in this world have completely reached the species after the Ming Dynasty, the famous Guangdong dish, the deep well roast goose, did not appear...
However, Bo Fu himself soon encountered trouble - on that day, he looked at the mountain scenery outside Luoyang City, and four old monks appeared to surround him.
"Four Great Buddhist Monks? What are you asking for me?" Bo Fu said, grabbing his chin.
"Amitabha, the things that the donor took away from my Buddhism have been returned?" said an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.
"You mean Heshi Bi? This is not a Buddhist object, and if this thing is reported to be in your Buddhist school, wouldn't it be a disaster for the extermination of the family? You should thank me for taking away the troubles of the world for you. You really should offer me the image." Bo Fu said carelessly.
The four old monks were well-educated and did not feel angry at all. Instead, "Amitabha, how good is it. What the donor said is very much. However, this treasure is also kept by my Buddhists on behalf of others, and it will be owned by the emperor in the future. Please ask the donor to return it."
At the same time, another old monk said, "I don't know if the donor is a master of the world. Please give me a name. My Buddhist will definitely be rewarded in the future."
"Hahaha, I never thought that many generations of disciples of those two guys have asked me about my name. Just listen, my name is Bofu, of course you can think this is a false name. But it is better for you to call me Nan Wang Gong, Nan Wang Gong Bofu......... Hahahaha." Bofu answered the four monks with a big laugh.
The four monks also knew that Bo Fu would not return it, so they did not persuade him again. After yelling the Buddha's name, one of the old monks slapped Bo Fu with his palm, and the other three watched the wall.
"It's a bit of a moral character... Hahahaha." Bo Fu smiled and wandered around casually to avoid Master Zhihui's palm. Master Zhihui did not give his all. Otherwise, with the power of his heart and Buddha's palm, he could calculate the gap that Bo Fu wandered around with one blow, thus covering him under the palm power - this is because Master Zhihui thought Bo Fu was a great master.
While wandering, Bo Fu hummed a song softly. The song and lyrics were full of heroism: "Thousands of water and mountains are everywhere, how can you be afraid of the wind and rain? You are so proud of the wind and thunder, and drink the frost and cup of snow cups..." As soon as this guy suddenly stood still, "How about it" have fun? It's my turn! The Eighteen Palms of Dragon Subduing!"
Bo Fu's palms were turned around and turned left and right. As his palms moved around his body, the dust on the ground rose slightly, and a five-clawed divine dragon appeared in the air, with its scales and horns circling, emitting endless power. The four great monks were stunned. Then Bo Fu shouted softly, "The dragon fights in the wild!" The divine dragon's energy burst out with a bang, bombarding outwards with Bo Fu as the center of the circle, directly covering all the four old monks.
The four of them all used their unique skills in their lives and faced this fierce move of turning virtual into reality. The result was that the four old monks rolled into a pile, and after the dust dissipated, the guy who claimed to be the Southern King Gongbofu left in a daze.
Soon, the name of the Southern Prince was so powerful that it was the best, and it was known as the two masters of the Southern Long Yangzi. Long Yangzi also created a set of magical skills for this person at a glance and became famous all over the world...