In the Qinggong competition, Zhu Tong may be better than Suowunda.
At the same time as Qusangzhuomu jumped up, Zhu Tong also jumped up and raised his chest to face the female living Buddha: "Okay, come again if you are not afraid of death."
"Puff! Puff!" Two times, Qusangzhuomu's fingers were like wheels, and he hit Zhu Tong's chest twice, making him murmur in pain twice.
"Isn't this why you came here?" Zhu Tong waved his dragon and phoenix stars and drew two characters for "ghost" to attack Qusangzhuom.
With a ghostly spirit and obsession, Qusangzhuomu's graceful body paused in the air. Only she could feel that these two moves were not simple.
The dragon star was bone-chillingly cold, while the phoenix star was as warm as spring; what was this young man doing? She was frozen for a moment by the cold energy, and then was released by another warm current.
Zhu Tong also felt that he was wrong. If he had only used Long Xinghao, he might have done it... However, the masters who were willing to spend a lot of money to hire the first-grade Golden Buddha had real skills.
Although Qusangzhuomu is as beautiful as a flower, her practice is indeed a secret art of the Tantric Ascetic Sect. She has practiced hard in graveyards, canyons, snowy mountains and other harsh environments. Since she has seen the mystery, she will not give her opponent another chance;
Run Xuan Gong to launch a counterattack.
The golden prayer wheel once again made a moving sound, the red beads swayed, and the female living Buddha followed as softly as a snake. All the masters in the hall felt the temptation of water. Is she an enchantress-like fairy that can only be found in fantasy?
Only in dreams can we find such spiritual charm and pure beauty?
The dragon and phoenix stars could no longer penetrate within half a foot of Qusangzhuom's side. Instead, the fingers of the female living Buddha kept pointing at Zhu Tong's body.
Finally, Qusangzhuom was very careful with Zhu Tong. The three fingers of his right hand were still numb because they hit Zhu Tong's chest, so the two sides maintained a stalemate for the time being.
The little liar regretted in his heart: if he did not play well with prestige, he would be embarrassed. Seeing Suowongda's victory easily, he thought that female living Buddhas were only good at Xuan Kung Fu, so he wanted to use Qusangzhuom to establish his image as a master. It didn't work.
Thinking about it, facing a super master like Suowunda, Qusangzhuom could only perform 30% of his kungfu, but facing a little liar like him, he would become a master.
What should I do? I just said that I would not let Suowunda help, and now it seems inappropriate to ask my senior brother to help.
Suowonda has been recalling Zhu Tong's two "ghost" words, and he seems to be unaware of the competition around him. For him, there is no difference between victory and defeat.
Zhu Tong whirled around Qusangdrome, guarding his mind not to be confused by the music of the prayer wheel or attracted by her beauty and charm; while looking around to find a way out of trouble. Master Kong Huan already had a smile on his face,
He was whispering to Jiang Xiaoyu, seeming to be talking about how powerful Qusandrom was.
Snow Kuang Monk's eyes were full of fanatical light, and he wondered where the poisonous insects on his body had gone.
Just when he thought of this, Zhu Tong felt that his body was scattered and seemed to be in danger of falling; he hurriedly checked inside.
This time, the little liar was really scared.
However, the Butterfly Goddess is the most beautiful elf. The female Living Buddha cannot seduce Zhu Tong, but she can seduce the little elf. The Butterfly Goddess dances with her and the music of the prayer wheel, and there are signs of losing control.
What should I do? Zhu Tong knew that most of his abilities came from this little elf. The music produced by the Qusandrom prayer wheel turned out to have the effect of restraining and subduing the butterfly god; if...
The little liar was thinking wildly when the prayer wheel suddenly turned upside down a few times, and the Butterfly God also turned its wings upside down. Of course, Zhu Tong was about to fall involuntarily; but Qusangzhuomu shook, and his enchanting breasts hit the phoenix star in Zhu Tong's hand.
millimeter.
"Oh..." She hurriedly put away the prayer wheel and stopped her graceful steps. "Zhu Sect's kung fu is indeed very good. Qusangzhuom is willing to come to Zhu Sect and ask for mercy from Sect Master."
The Butterfly God was spinning wildly, and Zhu Tong was so dizzy that he couldn't even speak. He could only stand still. As soon as his hand pressed down on the soft mass, Qusangzhuom was already bowing at his feet. She had no mercy.
With his pure spiritual sense, Jiesa Zun didn't know that he was defeating the Butterfly God in Zhu Tong Yintang's acupuncture point. He worshiped, but he had no respect for this shallow leader in his heart, and he didn't expect that he could no longer stand.
He was stable; his chest was frivolous, and he thought he was being eaten, so he whispered in a low voice: "Master, please respect yourself."
"Self-respect, eh." Zhu Tongyi is confused. Who doesn't want to have self-respect, but now he is all soft and soft. Is he heavy?
A drop of water was suddenly printed on Zhu Tong's eyebrows, sending some coolness into the Yintang point. The butterfly god woke up, and the little liar did not make a fool of himself on the spot.
Suowanda finally took a look at the female living Buddha and showed a mysterious smile; he turned to look at the corner of the hall, where Fanxing was concentrating on wiping a half-foot long bamboo knife.
As a result, there was an uproar in the main hall of Hongfa Temple. Even Master Yuxuan, who was as calm as Yuxuan, stood up; not to mention the masters of the first-grade Golden Buddha who invited Qu Sangzhuom to come.
When Zhu Tong finally controlled his body and wanted to speak, the apprenticeship ceremony had been completed. He didn't need to say anything. Zhu Tong was pulled back to the table by Qusangzhuom and sat down. On the left was Suowunda, and on the right was the woman.
Living Buddha Qusangzhuom.
In the eyes of outsiders, Zhu Tong won the fight by stabbing the female living Buddha with a phoenix star.
In fact, that was not the case at all. Qusangzhuom did it on purpose. Zhu Tong knew it, and So Wenda knew it. It was just that after the female living Buddha made three obeisances, she put away the prayer wheel but ignored Zhu Tong, as if she wanted to see how he would deal with it.
Because of that drop of water, the Butterfly God woke up from his confusion.
"Master, what is your senior brother's name?" Qusangzhuom called Master Zhu Tong, but his eyes were looking at Suowenda. Many people could see that the female living Buddha came to Zhumen in order to follow Suowenda Living Buddha and wish her the best.
Of course Tong understands.
"His name is Zhu Fei."
"Then, what will my name be from now on?"
"You... call me Zhu Yuan." Zhu Tong said casually, and looked helplessly at his senior brother and second senior brother.
If the old liar knew that Zhu Men had accepted two such difficult disciples, would he take back the Phoenix Mask? Zhu Tong hoped so.
"Congratulations, Master, for accepting another good disciple." Master Yu Xuan raised a cup of tea to congratulate him.
"Thank you, Yuxuan Taoist Sect." Zhu Tong slapped his face to look fat, but also wanted to drink with Yuxuan.
No wonder Master Yu Xuan is happy. No matter how you look at it now, the Zhu Sect seems to have more of a Buddhist image than the first-grade Golden Buddha. The two living Buddhas beside the leader are genuine.
The whistler also raised his teacup: "It's great to congratulate you. I wish our door will be famous in the future."
"Yes, Master Zhu, please." Jiang Xiaoyu also held a tea ceremony to congratulate Zhu Tong at the second table.
"With you as the leader of the Zhu Sect, I believe it won't take long for the Zhu Sect to become the number one sect in the world."
How vicious. The speaker was implying that if the Zhu sect is allowed to grow bigger, it will inevitably harm the interests of other sects. The person who feels the deepest feeling should be Zhenren Yuxuan, the leader of the second-grade Taoist sect.
At least for a few years, neither the Taoist sect nor the Golden Buddha could find anyone who could stand up to Suowonda Living Buddha.
"Brother Taoist, what do you mean by this drop of water?" Suowanda stood up again and walked to the right side of the hall. The person he asked was Fanxing, who had been hiding in the corner; there was a drop of water on his fingertips.
Son.
Everyone's attention was drawn to Suowonda, who had his own aura. Although he was a disciple of the Zhu sect, everyone didn't think much of the leader of the little liar.
"Everyone is born with a drop of spiritual consciousness, and he is born as clear as a sweet spring. It is only covered and polluted by the red dust, so he has all kinds of sins, that's all." Fanxing and Zhu Tong looked at each other, and Shi Shiran stood up;
"Those who practice Taoism can find this drop of sweet spring, keep it and protect it, and they may be able to achieve the great road. This is what the master left to Fanxing. Brother Zhu, this matter is over; Fanxing will travel all over the mountains and rivers to find
Refining that drop of nectar."
Zhu Tong stood up and sent Fanxing off. Master Yuxuan and the five elders of Daozong also followed respectfully. Suowongda stood at the door of the palace, lowering his head and thinking about the drop of water Fanxing mentioned.
Because of Zhu Taoist, Fanxing's status in the Taoist sect had already reached a transcendent level. He only lightly criticized the five elders of the Taoist sect and stopped talking to others. Instead, he said to Master Yuxuan: "It is said that a drop of water will repay you with a spring of spring."
, Master said, how many people can really do this? Especially the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, which have been worshiped by the people, and what can they repay to the people of the world? Taoism, these are the words that the Master left for you." The words disappeared, and several people started to get up.
has disappeared from public view.
"Ten years later, there will be another Bamboo Taoist priest." Suowonda sighed as he looked in the direction where Fanxing was going.
"Who is the Bamboo Taoist?" the female living Buddha asked curiously.
Suowonda looked into the distance and said softly: "His master has already found his own nectar. He is so knowledgeable at such a young age, and his future achievements should not be inferior to those of the Bamboo Taoist. But to reach the realm of the Bamboo Taoist, more is needed.
When will he be able to throw away his half-shaku bamboo sword?"
Yu Xuanzhen was thinking about Fanxing's words, and his face lit up when he heard Suowanda commenting on Fanxing; Master Konghuan was startled. Zhu Tong nodded secretly, Fanxing had already seen life and death, and by chance he inherited the Bamboo Taoist Priest
The mantle and bowl and the half-foot-and-a-half bamboo sword now look a bit like a bamboo Taoist priest. But, what does Suowonda mean by saying this?
Zhu Tonggang was used to the majesty of being backed by experts, and was afraid that Suowanda would follow Fanxing at this time. He chuckled and said: "Personal opportunities are different. Although Fanxing is young, he has experienced the hardships of life and death in the world, and he has suffered.
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The female living Buddha Zhu Yuan recited a string of Tibetan words in a low voice, and Suowonda smiled and said: "You are not allowed to speak of Master like that."
The little liar knew that it was definitely not a good thing, so he pretended to be confused and laughed it off. For him, the outcome was similar to that of Suowanda, as long as the result was good.
"Let's continue drinking wine. We won't come back until we're drunk. I'm so happy. I'm so happy." Zhu Shan moved a few more boxes of wine from the bottom of the mountain, and Zhu Tong took them to distribute them.
The main hall was lively again, but people were talking less. Fanxing, like a drop of water left by the bamboo Taoist priest, gently penetrated into the blood of Jianghu. Even Jiang Xiaoyu looked thoughtful.
Over there, how did Yu Xuan and the five Tao sect elders sort out a Tao sect landscape technique?
"Kongji is coming." Zhu Yun reminded Zhu Tong in a low voice.
"Amitabha."
This sentence came from outside the main hall of Hongfa Temple. Zhu Tong looked around and saw the first-grade golden Buddha presiding over Master Kongji and Master Kongmu appearing side by side outside the temple door; behind them.
Silence, ruthlessness, nowhere, inaction, and boredom are what Zhu Tong knows. Counting the fact that Monk Wuxu went out to travel and has not returned, all the masters of the first-grade Golden Buddha are here this time.
The main hall of Hongfa Temple obviously could not accommodate so many masters; Zhu Tong and Zhu Huai greeted them out: "Master Kongji, Master Kongmu, I have admired you for a long time."
"The one I have admired for a long time should be Lao Na." Kong Ji was introduced into the main hall by Zhu Tong and politely greeted all his colleagues.