At this time, Ji Mo's head was filled with black lines, and ten big characters could not help but appear in his mind.
"Bald donkey, don't even think about competing with a poor Taoist for your master's wife."
I thought it was going to be exciting/explosive, but I didn't expect that I heard a joke.
Really, Bai was so excited.
If monks don’t pay respect to the Buddha properly, then what will happen to them?
"Holy Buddha, please clear up my disciple's doubts. Where did I lose?"
The pensive Arhat prostrated himself in front of Ji Mo, his face full of piety.
After so many years, he has always been worried about it, and he can't figure out where he lost.
Ji Mo glanced at Shen Si Luohan and hinted at two words: "Eat lotus root."
"ah?"
The pensive Arhat is confused, what does this emotional matter have to do with eating lotus root?
"It is said that a smart head has no hair, so a shiny bald head like this is all for nothing."
Si Xiang walked over and warned bluntly: "Eating lotus root is ugly. With your ugly appearance, even if I were the master's wife, I would not choose you."
After saying that, it turned its head and looked at Ji Mo up and down, feeling that it was getting increasingly unclear about Ji Mo's depth. The way he had just thought about becoming a Buddha was really shocking.
"It's impossible. Although the bull-nosed guy from Longhu Mountain does have thick eyebrows and big ears, and his facial features are straight and handsome, the master is so beautiful on the outside and smart on the inside. How can he be a superficial person? It's impossible to only focus on the appearance and ignore the inside."
Shen Si Luohan couldn't accept that he was defeated by his appearance, and he was even more unwilling to believe that the teacher he liked was such a person.
"Appearance is the truth."
Ji Mo sighed, among all the souls in the world, who is not Yan Gou?
This sentence completely crushed Sitting Arhat. His heart was cut like a knife, and he felt dejected. Tears burst out of his eyes. He felt that he had paid wrongly after all, and his heart was very hurt.
He covered his heart and couldn't let go. He could never forget the master's beautiful face.
"Holy Buddha, this disciple still can't let go. I beg the Holy Buddha to be merciful and save this disciple."
The pensive Arhat pulled on Ji Mo's trouser legs, feeling extremely sad.
Passionate and full of hatred since ancient times, he has never been able to overcome this hurdle.
"It's simple, just one trick, and you'll have no worries in the future."
Ji Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and uttered a wise saying: "Cut to cure forever!"
Si unlike covered his mouth and laughed wildly, saying in a friendly way that he could help others and help the pensive Arhat.
"What to cut?"
The pensive Arhat was at a loss, but when he saw Si Xiang staring at his crotch maliciously, he suddenly became frightened and covered his crotch tightly.
Are you kidding? Can this be cut randomly?
In the end, Shensi Luohan was still unwilling to give up. After kowtowing to Ji Mo a few times, he decided to go to Longhu Mountain and ask his master in person so that he could give up completely.
Before leaving, Shen Si Luohan reminded Ji Mo to leave the Paradise Plateau as soon as possible. There is a great terror in Xiaoleiyin Temple and he must not continue moving forward.
Of Xiao Leiyin's four great arhats, two died, one surrendered, and one went to find the master. This result once again caused a sensation.
Losing four temple-protecting arhats all at once was a traumatic experience for little Leiyin.
Everyone understands that things are going to change in Xiaoleiyin Temple, and something shocking will happen.
The last time the person who made a big fuss in the Paradise Plateau was the legendary Great Immortal of Emptiness. Unexpectedly, more than 10,000 years later, a warrior would dare to come alone to provoke Xiaoleiyin Temple again.
"Holy Buddha, you'd better leave quickly. Shensi Luohan is right. Mingguang Buddha, the master of Xiaoleiyin Temple, participated in the murder of the Immortal Kong Kong and obtained an incredible magic weapon with unimaginable power."
Huanxi Arhat also advised Ji Mo to leave before it was too late. If he entered the Xiaoleiyin Temple, he might be in trouble.
Although Ji Mo's Buddhist teachings are profound, the magic weapon in Mingguang Buddha's hand is said to be from the hand of a god and is very powerful.
"Is Mingguang Buddha really one of the murderers who killed the Great Immortal Kong Kong?"
Ji Mo's expression suddenly turned cold.
Originally, he really had the intention to leave, but now that he knows the murderer of the good brother Kong Kong, he will still back down.
This blood debt must be settled.
Although he is only one person, Ji Mo still has confidence. He knows that now he has the ability to use his trump card. At worst, he can kill a thousand enemies and injure himself eight hundred. If he uses the system's Nine Heavens Thunder, he doesn't believe that he can't kill him.
He continued to move towards Xiaoleiyin Temple.
Of course, those fanatical believers were stopped by Ji Mo, and for the sake of safety, they were not allowed to follow.
On the road, there are more than a dozen grand temples, blocked by stone pagodas. They are all shining with golden light, the Buddha's light rising to the sky, and the figures of Arhat, Vajra and Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged.
"Amitabha!"
Ji Mo chanted the name of Buddha, and the Buddha's light above his head shone, as if he was stepping into a temple with a super-powerful bath heater.
After half a stick of incense, the temple's golden light dimmed and the Buddha's light faded. Ji Mo strode away and continued to the next temple.
"Saint Monk Xuyun was defeated."
"Pu Guang Vajra vomited blood and died."
"Chengguan Bodhisattva's Dharma body is in pieces..."
Almost all the creatures in the Paradise Plateau were watching the development of the situation. They were shocked by Ji Mo's progress and were all dumbfounded.
No temple could stop Ji Mo, or even cause any trouble to Ji Mo, and they all failed.
"This is too unbelievable. At this speed, it won't take more than a day for this Venerable to break into the Little Leiyin Temple. Legend has it that when the Great Immortal Kong came to rob, it took two full days of fighting before he could break into the Little Leiyin Temple.
Leiyin Temple, this person is more powerful than the Immortal Kong Kong!"
The creatures who paid attention to the developments were shocked.
At the same time, I was extremely excited. After so many years, someone finally dared to be cruel to Xiao Leiyin Temple.
Inside Xiaoleiyin Temple.
The old man with a goatee who was kicked out of his balls by Ji Mo was complaining to a young monk with runny nose and tears.
"My son, you have to make the decision for your father. That bastard who was stabbed a thousand times has destroyed my roots. You must avenge me. Catch that guy, chop him into pieces with a thousand cuts, and chop him into meat paste.
dog."
While crying, the old man with the goatee gasped for air.
Even after swallowing countless healing medicines, the injury on his crotch showed no sign of improvement. The slightest movement made him grimace in pain.
"Donor, please be careful. This poor monk has been a monk for many years and has long since cut himself off from the world of mortals."
The young monk is holding Buddhist beads, his cassock is shining with golden light, and he is refined from the worldly world.
However, if you look carefully, you can still see a trace of sullenness and suppressed anger hidden in his eyes.
He is a disciple of Buddhism from Xiaoleiyin Temple, and his Buddhist name is Jiu Mo Shi.
When he was born, he was accompanied by visions of heaven and earth, and was regarded as a reincarnated soul boy. He had the Buddha's roots that had never been seen in thousands of years, and he entered Xiaoleiyin Temple to practice since he was a child.
It can be said that Jiumo Shizai Xiaoleiyin is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. He is extremely beautiful.
But he happened to fall in love with such a father, and he used his name all day long to bully men, dominate women, and deceive him, which made him very embarrassed.
"Son, what are you talking about? I am your father, and I will always be your father. You have my blood in your body, which cannot be cut off. Get that bastard quickly, and I will do it myself.
Only by castrating him can you vent your hatred."
The old man with the goatee took on the attitude of a father lecturing his son and urged Jiumoshi to arrest Ji Mo as soon as possible.
Jumosa already knew what had happened. The old man with the goatee was entirely to blame for his fate.
Of course, he also knew that Ji Mo was not simple and was heading towards Xiaoleiyin Temple.
"That man, the poor monk will definitely send him to hell."
Jiumoshi said calmly, looking at the old man with the goatee, his eyes became extremely cold.
However, the old man with the goatee still didn't realize it, and said proudly: "You are indeed my good son. I feel sorry for my father..."
The words stopped abruptly.
The neck of the old man with the goatee was pinched by a white hand. It was Jiumoshi who did it. He really couldn't bear it.
"Evil... evil beast, I... am your father... Do you want to kill your father..."
The old man with the goatee had a look of horror on his face. He never thought that Jiumosa would do such a treasonous thing.
"Old guy, I've tolerated you for a long time, go to hell."
Jiumoshi's face became ferocious, and when he squeezed it hard, the head of the old man with the goatee exploded instantly, and he died tragically on the spot.
He let out a proud laugh, his eyes were as red as a wild beast, and he no longer had the demeanor of a monk, just like a demon.
"Report to the Buddha, the evil Buddha has come to kill you."