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.
Food does not taste good.
Mr. Ye, who used to be able to eat three bowls of rice with braised pork, has no appetite at all these days.
Don't want to eat anything.
Even when I was sleeping, I was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.
As long as you close your eyes, you can seem to see Huikong dying. ??
Huikong's past voices seemed to appear in his ears.
Others see it, but don’t know what to do.
They couldn't even tell whether Ye Qingyun's decadent look at this moment was just an act or if it was real.
Ye Qingyun stared blankly at the sky, lost in thought.
His eyes were unfocused.
There was nothing going on in my head.
Just wandering in a fuzzy state.
To put it bluntly, I was in a daze.
Only when he was in a daze would Ye Qingyun feel better.
Just when Ye Qingyun was in a daze.
Suddenly something blocked his eyes.
Ye Qingyun didn't react at first.
Until there was a familiar light in front of my eyes.
Ye Qingyun was suddenly startled.
His eyes suddenly focused.
"Is the Holy Son meditating on Buddhism?"
A more familiar voice sounded in Ye Qingyun's ears.
Ye Qingyun woke up suddenly.
What appeared in front of him was Huikong's bald head.
"Huikong? Aren't you dead? Why is your head flying over?"
Ye Qingyun asked subconsciously.
Huikong looked strange.
"Holy Son, the little monk is not dead."
"ah?"
Ye Qingyun turned over and sat up.
He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
Huikong!
It’s really Huikong!
A living Huikong!
He still has a bald head, clasped hands, and a smile on his face.
Not bad at all.
"Fuck!!!"
Ye Qingyun immediately exclaimed.
"Are you not fucking dead?" >
Huikong smiled and touched his bald head.
"Fortunately, with the blessing of the Holy Son, Huikong was able to escape from death. This is all the result of the Holy Son!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingyun immediately became more certain.
The guy in front of me is Huikong!
Only Huikong can flatter himself all the time.
Ye Qingyun was extremely happy.
He kept circling around Huikong, patting Huikong's bald head from time to time.
Huikong was stunned for a while.
Da Mao looked on from the side, looking extremely indifferent.
It seems that Da Mao has long been accustomed to such scenes.
Seeing Huikong return safely, Ye Qingyun's whole person became different from before.
The decadence is gone.
The whole person became a spiritual boy again.
"I'm starving to death!"
Ye Qingyun became energetic and his appetite suddenly improved.
I just feel very hungry.
I wish I could chew the Huikong in front of me.
Ye Qingyun rushed into the kitchen and quickly made a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.
I ate like crazy.
"Huikong, have a bowl too!"
Ye Qingyun said while eating.
"No, no, no, the young monk doesn't eat meat."
"Then don't put eggs."
Ye Qingyun enthusiastically made a bowl of tomato noodles for Huikong, and then stirred it vigorously.
It's a bit like the so-called spaghetti in my original world.
Huikong and Ye Qingyun were both holding bowls of noodles, each squatting in the corner, and the sound of eating noodles sounded at the same time.
Suck!!!
Da Mao on the side also came over.
Ye Qingyun chuckled.
"You old dog, are you so greedy for noodles?"
While talking, Ye Qingyun took another basin from the kitchen like a magic trick.
It's filled with noodles soaked in broth.
A delicious batch!
Let alone the dog, people would want to take a bite after looking at it.
"Holy Son, this time the young monk went out, he even went to Yijiyunchuan."
"Oh, what then?"
"It's funny to say that there was actually a Buddhist Holy Son in the clouds at that time, but the young monk knew that it must be a lie. There is only one Holy Son! There can't be anyone else!"
"Forehead"
Ye Qingyun's expression froze, and his hands that were eating noodles were trembling slightly.
