Udanhua left behind all the fallen abbots and floated down in front of Buddha, and the flames all over his body disappeared in an instant.
"Young monk? Come with me?" Udanhua tapped his fingertips and solved the Buddha's body-fixing technique.
At this time, a group of strong demonic energy attacked, and all the Buddhist cultivators were shocked.
I saw a green-clothed demon king leading a dozen demon envoys, panting and rushing towards You Tan Hua.
"My ancestor, why did you go down the mountain to kidnap the little fresh meat again!" The Cuiyi Demon Lord went crazy and bared his teeth and claws in front of You Tanhua.
Youtanhua coughed slightly and said awkwardly: "Cuiguo, don't be excited, don't be excited, I promise you! This is the last one!"
Cuiguo's face was full of black lines: "The last one! The last one again! How many times have you said this! If you are not a master, you don't know how precious the cultivation resources are. Every more person our Magic Mountain raises means one more person needs to be allocated.
You will destroy all your training resources and all the capital of Magic Mountain!"
Youtanhua immediately dragged the Buddha to Cuiguo and said flatteringly: "This is different. Do you think he is the best-looking one? And he is also a capable Buddhist cultivator, and he is of some use...
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Cuiguo raised her eyes and looked towards Fozi. At this time, Fozi had dressed herself in a pure white robe, her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were dark and unfathomable.
He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. The female benefactor is so praising you."
Cuiguo seemed to have just reacted. She looked at Fozi, then at Youtanhua, opened her mouth and said, "This is..."
Youtanhua nodded meaningfully and interrupted her.
At this time, Dukong weakly held his breath and shouted: "Buddha, no! This witch is so licentious, and she must not break her precepts!"
Youtanhua frowned impatiently, and a ball of red flame immediately appeared in his hand.
Seeing this, the disciple of the Buddha stood in front of Yutanhua, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha. The young monk cultivates his mind but not the Dharma. It is said that he can become a Buddha with one thought and become a devil with one thought. Since all Zen masters recognize this young monk as a disciple of the Buddha, what happened today is that he is a young monk.
The opportunity with this female benefactor, whether the young monk saved the female benefactor, or whether the female benefactor led the young monk to become a demon, everything is determined by fate."
"Hahahaha, what a man who cultivates his mind but not the law. What a coincidence, I am also cultivating the inner demons! Isn't this a God-given blessing..."
Utanhua held the Buddha's shoulders and instantly turned into a ball of red flames and disappeared in front of the Buddhist cultivators. Her enchanting voice still lingered in the quiet air.
All the Buddhist cultivators were stunned on the spot, not knowing how to react.
Nanyang World, Magic Mountain.
Traveling 108,000 miles north from the Tianshan Mountains, you will reach the Magic Mountain, which is far opposite to the Tianshan Mountains.
According to legend, Tianshan Mountain was the residence where the last ascended Buddha once practiced Buddhism. Three hundred years ago, Udanhua, who was born with a demonic body, was born with red lotus karma fire. Demonic cultivators all over the world flocked to it, so the Demonic Mountain was used as a base.
The world of Nanyang is a demonic world that can compete with the forces of Buddhism.
The witch Yudanhua has no other hobbies except her handsome little brother.
At this moment, the Magic Mountain shrouded in black mist is flying with flags, colorful flags are fluttering on the three main peaks, and delicate rose petals are flying all over the sky.
"We sincerely welcome the Lord to bring you a beautiful man. May the Lord be of unparalleled splendor and may you live a long and prosperous life."
"We sincerely welcome the Lord to bring you a beautiful man. May the Lord be of unparalleled splendor and may you live a long and prosperous life."
Youtanhua put the Buddha down and raised his eyebrows proudly: "Little monk, do you like it?"
Buddha smiled awkwardly but politely: "Amitabha, the female donor is interested."
At this moment, three figures suddenly emerged from the woods nearby.
When Udanhua saw him, he raised his head and held his forehead. He seemed to be in great distress, even more painful than when he fought against the abbot of the Four Hundred and Eighty Monastery.
Buddha couldn't help but look up.
One of them was actually a Taoist cultivator who was already in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. He was handsome and handsome in a Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk with fairy aura. He bowed respectfully to Youtanhua: "I heard that the Lord has accepted a handsome Buddhist cultivator. Xie
I came here specifically to see who can win the Lord’s favor.”
After saying that, he raised a pressure and pressed towards the Buddha.
The Buddha remained unmoved: "Amitabha, first do nothing, then act. There is great use in the futility. Those who are good at fighting win by not fighting. The Tao is the cultivation of nature, but the donor is impatient this time."
Although the other man could not see any Taoism, he was a wealthy young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He had a gold belt, a gold wristband, and a sword on his waist that was studded with precious stones. He looked up and down at the Buddha.
After a while, he said: "Humph, just pretending and trying to please others."
The Buddha put his hands together and said: "Amitabha Buddha should have no abode but his mind. The Buddha nature is always pure, and there is no dust anywhere."
The third man was wearing a general's armor, standing tall and straight, carrying a bow and arrow behind his back. He also said nothing and looked at the Buddha with a gloomy face.
The Buddha was astonished. Although this man was a mortal, his murderous crimes were extremely serious. At least hundreds or even thousands of people died at his hands.
"Amitabha, the donor had many good deeds in his previous life, but his sins of killing are too heavy in this life. If he doesn't stop, he may not end well."
All three of them froze on the spot.
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: The little monk actually has two brushes.
"The little monk has been cleaned up and sent to my bedroom tonight." After saying that, Utanhua turned into a ball of red flame and disappeared.