Ji Gu clasped his hands calmly and explained, "The little donor is wrong. I followed Master Huijue's teachings and regarded his body as an external object. Besides, Master Huijue's body was damaged, but instead he got his golden body. Isn't it the same for Master Jisui's senior brother? Amitabha." Mu Wushuang nodded, then narrowed his eyes and smiled, "In other words, Master Huijue also regarded this body as nothing?"

Ji Gu opened his eyes wide and looked at Mu Wushuang with confusion and asked, "Young hero, why do you say this? Amitabha, how good is it." Mu Wushuang held the hilt of Ju Luo Jian without any expression, then lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "Master, I, Mu Wushuang, have always been a slut with no eyes - misunderstanding my uncle Zhang, misunderstanding Master Ji Sui, so I don't want to 'misunderstanding' you anymore!"

Ji Gu took a step back with a little vigilant: "It is natural that donor Mu can understand the painstaking efforts of both of them..." Before Ji Gu finished speaking, Mu Wushuang had already grabbed Ju Luojian and swept Ji Gu's lower abdomen. Although Ji Gu seemed clumsy and had no opinion, he avoided Mu Wushuang's Ju Luojian very flexibly. Mu Wushuang failed in one move, and immediately stood up straight. With his height advantage, he pulled Ju Luojian back and slashed Ji Gu's head.

Ji Gu Yiran sideways with a compassionate face and dodges Mu Wushuang's Ju Luo Jian, then lowered his head and held his palm and floated a hint of ridicule: "Young Master Mu, don't rush to do it first, how did I offend you?" Mu Wushuang lowered his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Stinky monk, you are sweet-mouthed and a sword, you know what you did? Come and die!" As he said that, Mu Wushuang flashed in front of Zhang Tingmu, and waved his sword to block the palm of the sneak attack on Zhang Tingmu's head.

Ji Gu failed to attack Zhang Tingmu, so he could only look at Mu Wushuang with an expressionless face, and his expression was already three more cold. Mu Wushuang pointed the tip of the sword at Ji Gu and shouted: "Die Monk, how many benefits did you take Zhang Hong to do such a bad thing to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor!" Ji Gu's monk robe shook for a moment and said, "I don't understand what Mu Donor is saying, but I just hope Mu Donor will not disturb the purity of the dead, Amitabha."

Zhang Tingmu did not realize until now that Mu Wushuang and Ji Gu had already fought. Zhang Tingmu hurriedly grabbed Mu Wushuang's shoulder and shook his head: "Mu Tou, what are you doing? How can you be so rude to the master!" Mu Wushuang said to Zhang Tingmu without looking back: "Senior Brother, you shouldn't know... I'm afraid you can't stand it if you say it..." Zhang Tingmu looked at Mu Wushuang for some reason: "Mu Tou, what do you want to say? My second uncle and Master Jisui's body are not cold. Even if you want to fight, don't disturb their purity, right?" At the end of his speech, Zhang Tingmu was already a little angry.

Ji Gu nodded and said, "Donor Mu, isn't it appropriate for me to pray for Mr. Zhang and Brother Bi? It is normal for other sects to come to pay their respects. How can there be rules for attacking guests? Amitabha." Mu Wushuang roared the sentence with his sword across his waist and said, "Ji Gu, you are bald, don't make your tongue spell-- Did you recite the Sutra of the Sacred Sutra just now?! You are clearly chanting the Bodhi Mantra that suppresses the souls of wronged people! Do you not understand if I am a Taoist sect?"

In fact, when Mu Wushuang and Huijue met for the second time, Huijue specially taught Mu Wushuang a lot of Buddhist scriptures to smear the murderous aura on his body. Later, he saw that Mu Wushuang and Long Yubing had the ability to remember everything they had. In addition, Huijue was also generous in nature, so Huijue simply taught them almost all the Buddhist scriptures they could use - the Bodhi Dake mantra that deals with the wronged souls and evil spirits is naturally also included.

Ji Gu didn't expect that Mu Wushuang was so proficient in scriptures. After being discovered, he was naturally stunned. Zhang Tingmu was also stunned for a moment, and then shouted with a bloody roar: "You actually recited the Great Ke Curse in front of my second uncle's spirit?! Damn I must kill you!" After that, Zhang Tingmu grabbed his left waist, but he didn't catch anything. Zhang Tingmu didn't have time to think about it, so he raised his hand and grabbed Mu Wushuang's Juluo Jian again. Mu Wushuang knew what Zhang Tingmu meant and immediately let go of his hand, but Juluo Jian poked Zhang Tingmu's arm heavily to the ground.

Zhang Tingmu was bent half of his body by Ju Luo Jian. Ji Ji seized the opportunity and suddenly flew up and kicked Zhang Tingmu's jaw. Zhang Tingmu was caught off guard and was kicked back by Ji Ji Ji so hard that he flew backwards for more than seven feet, and fell heavily to the ground. Ji Ji smiled and shook his head: "Huangquan Junzi Sword, it's not something you like you can pick up!" Mu Wushuang didn't look at Zhang Tingmu's injuries, but also kicked Ji Ji's neck with his kick.

Ji Gu subconsciously took a step back, but Mu Wushuang, who was tall and long, still kicked Ji Gu hard next to Ji Gu's collarbone, and kicked Ji Gu directly into the room. Ji Gu fell on Zhang Xiuwen's corpse, immediately grabbed Zhang Xiuwen's neck and raised the body up and threatened: "Don't do anything random! Zhang Xiuwen'er's corpse is here, haha, Amitabha..." Zhang Tingmu got up and roared with bloody eyes: "You still dare to use my second uncle's corpse as a shield? I'm dead bald donkey, I have to kill you today!"

After saying that, Zhang Tingmu spread his arms and then shook his arms. Ji Gu chuckled and blocked Zhang Xiuwen in front of him: "What about Guiyi Mountain Palm in Jiujian Pavilion? You are at your age, you can't use this set of palm techniques." Mu Wushuang picked up Ju Luo Jian with his right hand and stabbed Ji Gu's left eye directly. Ji Gu immediately moved Zhang Xiuwen's body to the left. Mu Wushuang could only stop his right arm, and then took Ju Luo Jian back and crossed it in front of his chest.

Ji Gu said proudly with a smile like Maitreya Buddha: "Hua Wuchang, the Juluo Sword in your left hand can only hit your Zhengge. If you want to beat the poor monk, you can only smash your Zhang Zhengge's body first! Amitabha, good, good." Mu Wushuang gritted his teeth and subconsciously put away Juluo Sword: "When will you, you bald thief, surrender to Zhang Hong?!"

Ji Gu grabbed Zhang Xiuwen's body while slowly retreating and spoke, "The little donor is such a bad word. I and Master Zhang are just mutually beneficial. Why should the little donor speak badly? Good, so good." Zhang Ting's blood-covered eyes had long been tearful: "Let him go!! Dear bald donkey, you are still a monk. Don't you know the deceased is the most important thing! Take your claws away!!!"
Chapter completed!