"Hahahaha, it's good fortune! I didn't expect that the poor monk would meet two talented people and beautiful jade all the way south. It's really not that happy, hahaha!" The fat-headed monk with a false smile on his face laughed and fell in front of the two.
Next to a valley.
Li Qingming looked at the monk in front of him with a smile that was almost the same as Zhunti's. He felt funny for no reason and said to himself: "They say what kind of master teaches what kind of disciple. It seems that this fat monk must be Zhunti's disciple."
Already!"
Although the Twelve Earthly Branches are self-contained souls and can be cultivated on their own, they are, after all, Li Qingming's external incarnation. He is fully aware of all the events that happened in Li Qingming's past and present lives! So Li Qingming kicked the rat in the face.
Let Zishu step forward and play with the fat monk.
Zishu chuckled and rubbed his hands. The two originally flush teeth glowed with a bright yellow luster and slowly lengthened. In less than a cup of tea, they were completely different from before.
Li Qingming understood Zi Shu's dirty thoughts and inadvertently raised a wicked smile on his lips.
Zishu held two large golden fangs and lightly stomped his feet towards the ground. His figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already beside the fat monk.
The fat monk was still staring at the two birds in the valley with his bright eyes. His big hand like a cattail leaf gently caressed his exposed round belly, and he uttered inexplicable murmurs.
Zishu couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the fat monk's appearance, and said to himself: "They are master and disciple after all. Even their greedy drive is exactly the same!"
After thinking about it, Zishu stretched out his left hand and patted the fat monk gently, and said: "Hey! What are you looking at, buddy? This place is full of yin. Be careful, a thunder will strike down and chop you into coke!"
"Ah?" The fat monk screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and the fat in his belly was rippling like waves. When he saw a short, wretched-looking man standing next to him, he was holding two big golden balls.
When Ban was a child, he scratched his bare head a little shyly, made a Buddhist salute, and said: "Amitabha, young monk Maitreya. He came from the Western Paradise and met the donor!"
Zishu chuckled and thought to himself: "It is indeed him."
Waving his hands indifferently, Zishu said to Maitreya: "The great monk is not in the Western Paradise to receive blessings, so what is the use of coming to the east of me?"
Maitreya was stunned for a moment, and then said with a serious expression: "My master, the sage Qunti, said that the ancient world was opened up for the great god Pangu! The way of heaven is universal, and there is no distinction between east and west. Where can you and I come from?"
Zishu touched Banya and said: "Master is really a great talent! It seems that we and other Eastern monks have to go to the West from time to time to pay homage to the saint's monastery. Maybe when the opportunity comes, we can still find
Obtaining some spiritual treasures, refining materials, etc. is better than the comfort of practicing alone behind closed doors!"
Maitreya's face twitched when he heard this, and said: "Nowadays, the west is barren, and occasionally demonic beasts appear! It is better for the donor to go to the west less often and quietly recite the emperor's words in the east!"
"You are allowed to come to the east, but we are not allowed to go to the west? What's the truth?" Zishu stretched out his hands like a shrew to grab Maitreya's spacious monk's robe.
Jumping aside hastily, Maitreya said: "Donor, don't be anxious, don't be anxious! If the benefactor really wants to go to the west of me, with the benefactor's qualifications, he will definitely be able to enter my teacher and get the Dharma Eyes of the Saint! At that time, as long as the benefactor is willing to worship me
If you enter the sect of a saint, you will be able to conquer the great wilderness!"
Zi Shu took out a big iron rod and sharpened his teeth, then he raised the rod and hit Maitreya. He kept yelling and cursing: "Go, I'll fuck you! That old thief of Zhunti is a bald man."
What kind of virtue can I not know? I’ll beat you up like a fat bald ass that deceives people!”
Zishu's big iron rod weighed no matter how much it weighed. Under the dark brown luster, it seemed to be filled with infinite power. The thick iron rod cut through the void and cracked the space.
Maitreya was startled. He didn't expect that this short Taoist would hit him whenever he wanted, and he would be so tough! Look at that iron rod. If it were knocked firmly, he would lose his skin even if he didn't die. So, Maitreya
He quickly picked up the six-foot golden body weapon. Dots of golden light emerged from his plump body, covering his whole body and covering up his physical body. A six-foot-tall golden Maitreya shadow covered Maitreya's physical body.
"What do you mean by this, donor? Do you and I have any grudges?" Maitreya looked at the iron rod cautiously and shouted to Zishu.
Zi Shu's wretched face seemed to have become much colder, and he said: "What do you mean? Your master has insulted me several times. What grudge do you think I have against you?"
"Ah?" Even if Maitreya is the most outstanding disciple in the history of Buddhism, he would not be able to guess such a reason even if he thinks about it.
"Then monk, give your Grandpa Rat a stick!" Zi Shu's eyes showed a bright light, and his expression was full of ferociousness.
"Snapped!"
The sound was very loud, like a thunder blast that spread throughout the world for miles around! The thick iron rod hit Maitreya's six-foot golden body hard. The powerful impact shook out streaks of blue water.
Colorful ripples and a halo of blue light fluttered like tulle, submerging the land for miles around.
In the distance, Li Qingming had just set up two defensive formations for the two birds. Seeing this, he said to himself: "This Buddhist six-foot-long golden body does have some merits! I'm afraid the first blow of this mouse will be
Failed!"
When the blue mist dissipated, Maitreya stood there with his long sleeves fluttering, hazy and calm. The six-foot-long golden body full of brilliance was not damaged at all! Zishu, with a look of surprise on his face, gently touched his hand.
The big iron stick in the middle. I can't believe that with 10% of the strength of the late Quasi-Saint, I can't even break through the defense of a Daluo Jinxian.
"You're from Naonai, are you practicing the Golden Bell Iron Cloth Shirt?" Zi Shu's big set teeth shined brightly in the sunlight, and his jaw almost dropped.
"I don't believe in evil anymore!" Zi Shu obviously couldn't accept this result. He increased his mana to 20%, and the long and thick stick in his hand began to glow with a faint black light.
"Roar!" With a low roar, Zishu's arms shook repeatedly, and dark water waves spread along the stick and spread around.
"Broken!" Before the water wave dispersed, Zishu hit Maitreya crazily with an iron rod.
"boom!"
Like a muffled thunder splitting through the air, the long and incomparably dark stick drained away the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, and a large blurred black space appeared!
Maitreya couldn't help but change his face. This blow was not something that he, the Daluo Jinxian, could resist.
It was so pitiful that Maitreya's six-foot-long golden body didn't even have time to resist, before it completely collapsed and completely shattered.
"Hahaha, let me tell you! It's impossible not to be able to break through the defense of Da Luo Jinxian City!" Zi Shu, who took back the stick, happily jumped on the spot and laughed heartily.
Maitreya's face suddenly turned pale as his golden body collapsed. This scene made Maitreya horrified. He thought that his six-foot golden body, which he had spent thousands of years to refine, was so vulnerable. In just the second round, he was defeated by this short Taoist.
It was smashed to pieces. This undoubtedly made Maitreya, who had always regarded himself as a genius, full of frustration.
"That fat man, let me tell you! These two creatures below are my intended disciples! How dare you talk so wildly about taking them away? You really don't know how to live or die!" Zishu looked at Maitreya, whose face was as pale as paper, and said sternly.
"So the crux is here." Maitreya patted his head in annoyance, and finally understood why Zi Shu was so crazy, beating him whenever he wanted, without any mercy.
"Almsgiver, these words are indeed too much!" Maitreya swallowed an unknown fruit, secretly took out a lotus seed from the cloth bag he carried and crushed it. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The creatures in this world have their own
The right to choose a disciple! It doesn’t mean that if you meet him first, he will be your disciple!"
Zishu didn't see Maitreya's little move, but Li Qingming, who was not far away, saw it clearly. He even vaguely hoped that Maitreya could recruit Zhunti. In the ancient novel of the previous life, it was said that even Kong Xuan almost came to the rescue.
The one who slaughtered Saint Zhunti! Li Qingming wanted to test how powerful the sainted Zhunti was!
Xitian Leiyin Temple, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
Zhunti, who was meditating with his eyes closed under the bodhi tree, suddenly frowned and said to Jieyin on the side: "Brother! Maitreya just crushed the message lotus seeds given to him by the foolish brother. I'm afraid he encountered some trouble in the east.
! Let me go to the east and find out what’s going on!”
Jie Yin's long eyebrows trembled slightly and he said: "Go early and come back early!"
"Don't worry, stupid brother!" Zhunti chuckled and disappeared without a trace in an instant!