One hundred and forty-eight chapters depending on wealth as fate
Youtanhua patted Mu Fusheng's shoulder intimately and said with relief: "It's really different after Jie Di."
She just said casually that the monks kneeling on the ground were frightened.
This person is Master Jiedi...
A few days ago, Nanyang broke through a Jiedi master in the Demon Mountain, which was the famous Buddhist son Mu Fusheng...
This is also the only Buddhist practice recorded in Nanyang except for the already-seducated Contemplation, which has been transformed into the Buddhist practice of becoming the Master Jie Di.
The abbots of those temples just stayed with the Zen master for dozens or hundreds of years and never made any progress again...
Moreover, he had two relics, and a few days ago he asked the Buddha Tathagata to listen carefully, scaring more than 400 abbots to run away with their heads in his arms.
So, he immediately kowtowed on the ground with a sense of the current affairs, "Taoshi's son, and the Buddha's son, and the villain just takes money to do things, and he doesn't know that you are a Buddhist. If you know, you don't dare to give the villain a hundred courage.
You are disrespectful.”
The others immediately said, "Son of Buddha, please spare me, and the son of Buddha."
Utanhua sneered and said, "If today's affairs are spread, the Buddha's son can spare you, and I will not let you go, get out."
This emperor...she is the Demon Emperor Youtanhua!
These people were so scared that they urinated and immediately rolled and crawled backwards.
Li Er was also mixed in this group of people and was about to crawl away, but he couldn't move at all.
Youtanhua looked at her and bent his fingers. He rolled to Youtanhua's feet again like a ball.
"Dog Emperor spares your life, the Demon Emperor spares your life, the villain has no eyes to recognize Mount Tai. I beg the Demon Emperor to spare his life, the villain will never dare to do it again." Li Er knelt on the ground, knocking his head to blood.
Mu Fusheng said: "Boss Li has explained the origin of this young man truthfully, and we can spare your life."
Utanhua gave Mu Fusheng a blank look and said to himself: The little monk is really a kind-hearted Bodhisattva. If it were this emperor, how could he forgive him easily?
Li Erzhan raised his head tremblingly, looked at Mu Fusheng, but shook his head desperately without saying a word.
"Ha, I think you won't cry until you see the coffin," Utanhua sneered, "Since that's the case, let's go back to Demon Mountain with me. I have another hundred ways to let you speak."
Li Er trembled even harder, kowtowed wildly again, and hesitated: "The villain really doesn't know..."
"Then how did this young man get into your hands? Say!" Mu Fusheng asked.
"This..." Li Er paused for a moment, hesitating and hesitating.
Yutanhua raised his arm and made a grab move. Li Er was immediately carried into the air as if he was strangled to his throat.
He held his neck with both hands, trying to tie things around his neck and pull them off, but there was nothing on his neck.
"I won't say it, right?" Utanhua chuckled, "Then let me show you how your Yixiangyuan was burned out little by little."
After saying that, a wisp of smoke suddenly emerged from the direction of Yixiangyuan, and a faint scream came over.
"It's gone! It's gone!"
"God, this fire just happened to burn in the Master's Treasure Pavilion!"
"This...is evil fire! It can't be extinguished with water."
When Li Er heard the words "Treasure Pavilion", he immediately widened his eyes and turned his head in disbelief and looked towards the direction of Yixiangyuan.
But Utanhua said, "You have the courage to take my spiritual stone, why? Do you have no ability to bear the consequences?"
Li Er regarded wealth as his life, and regarded his treasure as more important than his life. At this moment, he was struggling wildly in the air with his limbs.
He cried and said, "Don't, stop burning, I said, I said."
"Very good," Youtanhua put Li Er down, "You have to say it quickly, and say it well, otherwise it will be burned."
Li Er said tremblingly and very quickly: "I... I will take 20,000 believers to worship the temple of Ruoming Bodhisattva every year, and he will throw them to me some treasures from heaven, and this young man is thrown to him.
mine."
Hearing the word Ruoming, Utanhua and Mu Fusheng felt a sudden slap in their hearts and looked at each other.
The boy clenched his fists tightly, and hearing the name again made him feel a bone-chilling chill.
His forbidden verbal technique was Ruoming. This forbidden verbal technique not only made him unable to speak, but he could not mention his life experience to anyone, otherwise he would immediately explode and die.
"Continue." Utanhua's voice became cold for several degrees.
"No...no, the villain really doesn't know anything. The villain asked the boy what his value was. Bodhisattva Ruoming only told the villain that although he had no spiritual roots, he was full of treasures. The monk and him practiced both the two.
Cultivation can greatly improve. Ordinary people can heal wounds and prolong their life... Others... I really don't know." Li Er continued.
Utanhua stopped and the fire in Yixiangyuan was extinguished.
Then, she took a step forward, picked up Li Er's hand, and drew a talisman on the palm of his hand. The talisman instantly flashed with red light, but it soon disappeared under Li Er's skin and disappeared.
Utanhua said coldly: "If you reveal what happened today to anyone, including Ruoming, you and your treasure pavilion will be burned to ashes. Remember?"