The big Buddha in the golden light saw that the old monk was already frightened and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore! Now that the three realms are suffering, if you don't collect all sixteen relics, you may be in danger and sad in the Buddha realm!"

The old monk hesitated, and he raised his head and opened his mouth.

The Golden Light Buddha looked at him nervously. The old monk seemed to remember something and swallowed the words to his mouth. He clasped his hands together and said, "It's just that the ancient Buddha of Longguang has left the Buddha's will, and the relics must not be separated. When the demon disaster comes, the little monk will naturally send the relics to Lingshan."

The Buddha opened his Dharma eyes: "How did you go to the Lingshan Scenic Realm by a mortal? It would be too late to reach that time. Why? Can the little monk trust me?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this great Buddha would be so excited. He hurriedly bowed to the ground: "The little monk dared not doubt it, but the little monk was just a matter of being entrusted by the ancient Buddha of Longguang and being entrusted by someone to be loyal to others."

The Buddha looked at the old monk without saying anything. Monk Shifang raised his head and looked at the master and said, "Master, why don't we go on the road quickly."

The old monk sighed softly: "The Buddha forgives his sins. The little monk really cannot hand over the relics. After arriving at Lingshan, the little monk will definitely punish himself to atone for his sins."

After saying that, he stood up from the ground with the help of Monk Shifang.

"I want to leave? I'm afraid it's not that easy!" A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the Golden Light Buddha, and he suddenly chanted the mantra in a cold voice: "Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the ground!" The old monk and the Shifang monk both felt dizzy in front of him and couldn't help but shake for a moment.

I vaguely heard someone sneering behind me: "Is this a Buddhist saying that seeks life? You are not a Buddhist monk. But Cihang Pudu!"

The old monk suddenly raised his head, and the golden Buddha in the air disappeared. He just stood a great monk wearing a colorful golden robe and a Vairocana hat. The monk Shifang was stunned: "Oh, aren't you Tathagata Buddha?"

Cihang Pudu sneered: "What is the Buddha of Tathagata? I am Cihang Pudu, the protector of the country in the Song Dynasty. Although you two young monks are monks, they are still in the Song Dynasty. Why don't you hand over the relics to me quickly?"

The old monk silently recited the mantra of Qingxin Pushan and stood firm: "You demon monk, the most arrogant person I have seen in my life after I attained enlightenment! Even the Buddha of Tathagata on Lingshan dared to pretend. I am irreconcilable to you!"

Cihang Pudu is not afraid of the Buddha Tathagata: "Shaka Tathagata, he has passed away long ago, and the one who is in charge of the three realms is the Buddha Wutian!"

The old monk was so angry that he shouted: "The bold demon monk dares to go against the will of heaven!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised the Buddha who was formed by the Bodhis Sect in his hand. He waved his hands and wanted to step forward. However, Cihang Pudu was calm and kept chanting mantras: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately; put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."

Before the old monk took a few steps, he felt a chill in his head and dizzy in his mind. His whole body was sore and weak, and he suddenly fell to the ground. The little monk Shifang who was following him was even more excited. Seeing the master fall to the ground, he quickly lay down. However, Xuankong could clearly see that the little monk pulled a strand of clothes on his body the moment he fell to the ground and blocked it next to his ears.

This was a little monk who was in a sensible way. Xuan Kong chuckled and took a step forward. He unlocked the invisible spell on his body: "Cihang Pudu, long time no see!"

Cihangpudu frowned, turned his head, and clasped his hands together: "Who are you?"

A smile appeared on Xuankong's face, but he said coldly: "I am Xuankong, a qi refiner in Laoshan. Today I will avenge all the gods of loyal, filial, Jingming and Mingdao. Let's fight!"

He said his hands were wrong, and thousands of thunders mixed with the rapid fire were already looking at Cihang Pudu and hit him in his chest. Cihang Pudu then realized who Xuankong was, but the magic power of Xuankong showed shocked him: "Why are you making such rapid progress?"

The last time Xuankong and Cihang Pudu fought, they were only in the realm of the Heavenly Immortality. Even if the twelve heavenly kings who were loyal, Xiao, Jing and Mingdao jointly set up the formation, they would only tie with Cihang Pudu and the giant eagle Mingwang.

But looking at Xuankong now, he has already entered the realm of Taiyi Jinxian, which is really incomparable to those days!

Cihang Pudu was stunned, but in a hurry, he couldn't dodge, and suddenly he could only hear the roar of thunder.

A fog of clouds dissipated, but it was gone.

Xuankong was not proud. He had known for his long time that Cihang was not inferior to Taoism. Even if he was caught off guard, he would not have killed him in one move. He raised his head coldly, flew up and jumped on the clouds, opened the sky blindfold between his forehead, fixed the clouds' feet in the air.

Under Xuankong's eyes, Cihang Pudu was able to cover up his body?

Just above the clouds in the east, there was a Taoist priest floating in his feathered sleeves, coming here. Xuankong hurriedly opened his eyes and saw that the Taoist priest was wearing a bright red gold crown, a black black soap suit, a pair of green cloud-headed shoes, and a yellow belt tied with a waist.

The face is like a melon and iron, and the eyes are like a star. The head is tall and the big one returns, and the lips are like Dada.

It's like a hidden thunder in the heart of Tao, a true feather who conceals the tiger and subdues the dragon!

Xuan Kong sneered in his mouth. He was a person with a strong heart. Naturally, he would not be blinded by appearances. He pretended to be surprised and said, "Where is the Taoist priest coming? Have you ever seen a demon monk passing by you?"

The Taoist priest bullied Xuan Kong without knowing the truth, and actually laughed loudly: "Huangya Baixue Immortal Palace, Yaocaoqi Huayushi Family, I am the owner of Huanghua Temple. I have never seen any demon monk since I passed by today."

Xuankong's heart was empty and clear. If the younger practitioners in this world were afraid that they would be deceived by this Taoist priest. However, Xuankong had traveled through time in his previous life and immediately realized the origin of this Taoist priest.

Cihang Pudu's true body is a thousand-legged centipede, and the original body of this Huanghua Temple is not another thing, but also the golden yang heavenly centipede. If the Huanghua Temple has no connection with Cihang Pudu, Xuankong would be 1,100 people who don't believe it.

Xuan Kong laughed: "So it's the owner of Huanghua Temple!"

He walked towards the Lord of Huanghua Temple, and a blood light flashed in his hand. The Tianluo Blood-Changing Divine Sword looked at the Lord of Huanghua Temple and slashed: "What, the Great Sage of Monkey King didn't kill you back then, but today you took the initiative to come to my sword to deal with the disaster!"

The owner of Huanghua Temple did not expect that Xuankong would beat him and suffered another great loss. Although his body avoided the edge of the Blood-Changing God's Blade, the Taoist robe on his body was cut from top to bottom by Xuankong.

He looked shocked: "Who are you? How could you know my origin?" The owner of the Yellow Flower Temple is Cihang Pudu. He fought with Sun Wukong on Journey to the West, but was later taken over by Bodhisattva Vilan to become a demon god who guards the door and protects the family.

He found a chance to go out to find friends and visit friends and escape from the Bodhisattva temple. After coming out, he bowed to the seat of Wutian Buddha, and became the pioneer guardian of Wutian Buddha's plan for the three realms. Now that Xuankong has seen through his feet at a glance, how can he not be surprised?
Chapter completed!