Jiayou's Fun

What bad thoughts can a monk have and what bad things can he do?

Especially great monks like Lu Qian, who are tall and majestic, have resolute and majestic looks, move like dragons and tigers, and have a majestic temperament. At first glance, they are a good person. They are seen by pedestrians on the road of Hellfire City, patrolling soldiers and officials, and other kinds of people. As long as anyone sees him, no one will think that he will do anything bad.

Therefore, after driving all the way, Lu Qian easily arrived at the north gate of Yanchao Imperial City.

The square in front of the north gate is large and round, and there are many and busy pedestrians in the square. Except within a radius of more than 20 feet from the north gate, no one dares to approach because of the intimidation of the guards in front of the gate. The huge square is busy with traffic and lively. very.

Lu Qian stood on the edge of the crowd, at the critical line more than twenty feet away from the north gate of the imperial city, and looked up above his head.

A blue-purple cloud of luck rolls above the head, with a radius of ten acres and is shaped like a Ganoderma lucidum.

Before setting off to Hellfire City, Ling Wuyou formally built an altar, summoned hundreds of officials, and worshiped Lu Jin as the national advisor of the Hu Dynasty. The treatment he gave was the same as Zhu Zijian, the leader of Qingyun Kingdom. Lu Qian had the same status as Ling Wuyou in the Hyun Dynasty, and enjoyed the emperor's honor guard and other privileges.

Ling Wuyou invested a lot of money.

So at this moment, Lu Qian could no longer feel any rejection from Yuan Ling Tian. He was already like a pure, native Yuan Ling Tian, ​​who was in perfect harmony with the entire world.

Yuan Lingtian, such a powerful and prosperous world, is its heaven and earth spiritual mechanism and heaven and earth Dao rhyme more than a thousand or ten thousand times more powerful than the Holy Heaven? Standing in the square, the hot air with the smell of mutton soup blowing towards his face made Lu Qian clearly feel the strange Taoist charm.

It's just a pig. If you put it in Yuan Lingtian, as long as it lives long enough, it can cultivate. Lu Qian clicked his tongue in surprise.

In such a spiritually prosperous place, no matter Qingyun Kingdom or Yan Dynasty, there are so many ordinary people in the streets. Except that they are a little healthier and stronger, they are like stubborn rocks, without the slightest sense of the avenues of heaven and earth, or the wisdom of heaven and earth.

Even more than 99% of the people don't even have martial arts skills.

It can be seen how well the upper-level forces of Yuan Lingtian, these sects, dynasties, and countries, large and small, protect the secrets of cultivation.

Then, Lu Qian had a thought in his mind.

It was completely impromptu, without any premeditation. Lu Qian looked at the guards at the north gate of the imperial city who had gradually turned their attention to him, and said with a smile: I poor monk, for... for... for... well, I came here to promote Buddhism.

‘Om’!

A low curse was shouted.

The breeze picked up, and around Lu Qian, within a radius of a hundred miles, there were countless people in Hellfire City, no matter men, women, old or young, rich or poor, or those domestic animals and poultry, from old cows to stubborn donkeys, yellow dogs and hens, and even those in the sewers. Rats, water snakes, cockroaches, ants, etc., no matter they are smart, stupid, or congenitally idiots...

A small, dim Buddha seal appeared in their minds at the same time.

This Buddha Seal constantly has traces of Buddhist thoughts seeping out, inducing these creatures, whether human or non-human, to cause the blood and energy in their bodies to flow on their own. Some simple Buddhist essences are naturally imprinted in their souls, and some superficial Buddhist introductory scriptures are also shining brightly in their minds.

This is a great introduction.

As long as the creatures within a hundred miles practice according to the law, this introduction will gradually become stronger, transforming them and introducing them to Buddhism.

When these people are human and non-human, when they have achieved cultivation and understand the way of cultivation... Lu Qian is looking forward to the impact they will have on Yan Chao.

Lu Qian made a resolute decision - as a 'virtuous monk', wherever he goes in the future, he will pass on this Buddhist tradition. Anyway, for him now, using this transformation method won't cost him too much energy, right?

The guards at the north gate of the imperial city have been paying attention to Lu Qian for a long time.

Such a burly monk is nearly one foot and three feet tall barefoot. After putting on monk boots, his height reaches a steady one foot and three feet (one foot and twenty-three centimeters), which is nearly twice as tall as an ordinary person!

Such an eye-catching living person stood more than twenty feet away from the north entrance, dazed for a long time. How could he not attract attention?

A group of guards strode forward.

There were still several feet away from Lu Qian, and the leader of this group of guards had already sternly scolded: It is strictly forbidden to stay or spy in the important place of the imperial city. Monk, go further, otherwise, we will arrest you and put you in the heavenly prison, where you will be tortured. suffering.

While the leader of the imperial guard was scolding, the officials of the Yan Dynasty who had just left the Tianhuo Tower, some of whom needed to go to the north to do business, flew out from the sky above the north gate on clouds.

Lu Qian looked up and saw these important officials of the Yan Dynasty, and immediately grinned.

Everyone, please stay. The poor monk has come from afar. When I see you, I will tell you that you are a rich and noble person... I have a destiny with the poor monk!

Lu Qian took out the extremely powerful purple gold alms bowl and held it up in his hand with a smile: Please don't be stingy and make a good relationship with the poor monk...

Lu Qian's voice was extremely loud and resounding for hundreds of miles, causing a group of important officials to lower their heads and look over.

A group of guards looked up hurriedly, and suddenly they saw such a group of big shots being disturbed by Lu Qian's shouting. The guards were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat and shouted loudly.

Crazy monk Wu, you are going to die! The guards drew their swords and quickly pounced on Lu Qian.

Lu Qian smiled haha and kicked him out.

The guards, who were surrounded by a faint light of fire, were like a group of voles that had been kicked by an elephant. They vomited blood and rolled, rolling all over the ground and rolling far away.

Over the north gate of the imperial city, several officials of the Yan Dynasty heard the movement and suddenly lowered their heads to look down.

Seeing Lu Qian's fierce kick, he actually knocked over dozens of guards with one kick. A man wearing a breastplate, a phoenix-winged helmet, and a sword on his waist, who was obviously a military general, suddenly He pointed at Lu Qian fiercely.

There was a muffled sound, and fire exploded in front of the man. An extremely thick red copper dragon stick, about one foot in diameter and only five or six feet long, was spraying with flames and carrying high temperature, and it hit Lu Qian heavily.

This coiled dragon stick is extremely heavy, shoots out flames, and its power is truly astonishing.

The general who took action grinned and sneered: Where did this damn bald donkey come from... How dare you...

Other ministers who were traveling with him also smiled and nodded.

In the areas controlled by the Yan Dynasty, the Xu Dynasty, and many surrounding dynasties, and even the Yunluo Ancient Kingdom and the Xuanyan Immortal Dynasty, Buddhist cultivators were extremely weak. In this huge territory, there are no famous Buddhist sects. There are only scattered monk temples and nunneries dotted around, doing some shady things to hide dirt and evil.

Therefore, although Lu Qian's appearance was extremely good, these officials of the Yan Dynasty just firmly believed that the thief monk who dared to attack the imperial guard at the gate of the imperial city was doomed.

The person who took action was Mu Yao, a member of the Mu clan, who was represented by Sifu Sibi of the Yan Dynasty.

The wealth of the Mu family is only lower than that of the Jiang family, and the Yan Dynasty Zhennan Army is the base of the Mu family.

Mu Yao's coiled dragon stick is a spiritual treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Mu clan. It is an innate thing bred from an ancient volcano, and it has been blessed from generation to generation by the ancestors of the Mu clan who have expended countless efforts and countless rare materials. Sacrifice and refinement, the net weight of this coiling dragon stick alone is as huge as six elephants!

Especially in the Panlong Stick, there is a bit of the origin of the earth fire poison that was born innately. Its fire power is blazing and the fire poison is domineering and fierce. Once it touches the skin and flesh, it will immediately burn the five internal organs, burn the meridians, destroy the acupoints, and directly attack the mind and soul. It is necessary to burn people until their souls are gone.

A group of courtiers were either smiling reservedly or fiercely.

Then, all the smiles suddenly froze.

Lu Qian raised his right hand, gently and deftly, like a flower monk on a spring outing in the countryside, lightly flicking off a wicker stick that had just sprouted. Without any effort, he lifted the dragon stick that had been passed down from generation to generation of the Mu family. Caught in hand.

Then, a flash of golden light flashed between Lu Qian's eyebrows, and a terrifyingly powerful spiritual power rushed into the Coiling Dragon Stick.

Mu Yao's body shook, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out more than ten feet away - the imprint of his soul left in the Coiling Dragon Stick had been directly erased by Lu Qian without any reason.

The dragon-coiling stick made a high-pitched roar, and a large black-green fire flame rolled, burning Lu Qian's arm crazily.

Lu Qian's arm emitted a shimmering golden light, showing no damage at all.

He put away the purple gold alms bowl, took out the diamond gun, and smashed it at the coiling dragon stick.

Every time it was smashed, the Coiling Dragon Staff let out a wail, the flames all over its body dimmed a little, and its size became smaller. After hitting it like this for hundreds of times, the Panlong Stick became obedient and obedient like a little lamb. It shrank to the thickness of an arm and was five or six feet long. It was very docile and allowed Lu Qian to hold it in his hand.

This stick is good. This gun of mine just needs to be replenished, so you're welcome. Lu Qian glanced at Mu Yao with a smile, grabbed the Coiling Dragon Stick and was about to stuff it into Beiming Ring.

To the south of the imperial city, several huge fire clouds rolled over.

Song Yuan, Jiang Wei and other important officials took a different route from Mu Yao. They left the imperial city through the south gate. But just as they reached the city gate, they heard the movement here. As a result, a group of powerful ministers came faster than the guards guarding the imperial city.

However, Song Yuan, Jiang Wei and others had just arrived. In the imperial city, more than a dozen groups of flames soared into the sky like retrograde meteors. The generals of the imperial guards stationed in the imperial city finally responded.

In an instant, more than twenty masters who had reached the Golden Lotus Planting Realm and were even halfway to the Golden Lotus Opening Realm arrived one after another.

In particular, one of the important ministers of the Mu family, Mu Yao's father, Mu Huan, who was also one of the four assistants and four bis and was responsible for the financial and taxation affairs of the Yan Dynasty, saw the Coiling Dragon Stick in Lu Qian's hand and cursed directly: Incompetent waste, a disgraceful thing...ah, how can you trust me to leave the important matters of the Mu clan to you?

After a pause, Mu Huan shouted coldly: As expected, you are still far behind compared to your brother!

Song Yuan, Jiang Wei and others all looked sideways - there were too many private goods in Mu Huan's words!

Mu Yao, who was vomiting blood, rolled his eyes and looked at his own father as if he was seeing an enemy!

Lu Qian held the dragon coiling stick tightly, looked at the father and son who had a complicated relationship, and laughed hehehe.