Jiayou's Fun

The little novice monk with braided hair happily gnawed on jujubes.

Seeds provided by Zhenyu Xuanguang Buddha and spawned by the precious light of Baoguang Merit Buddha have thin skin, thick flesh, small core, rich juice and extremely sweetness. In particular, it contains majestic fairy spirit. One jujube is comparable to hundreds of top-quality fairy crystals!

You must know that a top-grade immortal crystal can be absorbed by a true immortal below the tenth level for half a month!

You can imagine how miraculous the effect of this jujube is.

Compared to the little novice monk who was shaking his head and feasting happily, the condor monk's face was pale and there was no trace of blood on his lips, which were almost transparent. He tightly grasped the silver brocade silk in his hand, looking at the faint golden light and the Buddhist inscriptions written in majestic and powerful handwriting, he felt as if he was struck by five thunders, and his whole body became completely stiff.

Our Lord Buddha said, hurry up. The little novice monk spit out the date cores from his mouth and put the date cores into his sleeves: That monk Fahai didn't do it lightly or harshly. If Junior Brother Zhensi was concocted by him, What kind of trouble will this cause? This debt will be borne by you!

The Condor Monk looked at the little novice monk in horror and confusion: But the person who poisoned Senior Brother Zhencan was...

The little novice monk spread his hands and looked at the condor monk with a playful smile: How do I know what Lord Buddha thinks? Get Junior Brother Zhencan back quickly and take care of his injuries. That's it, hey, Hey, what a big bird!”

A violent sound broke through the air, and the figure of the little novice monk suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, behind the main hall on the top of the mountain of Dami Jinlun Temple, on the top of a large snow cedar, in a huge bird's nest, there was a bird that was the size of an adult elephant, but it only had a few thin feathers on its body. It was obviously just a few days old. 'Little bird', a little blood suddenly splattered on its head. The little novice monk happily held the little bird by its neck, turned it into a faint light of Buddha, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

What a fat bird, it's best to use it as a beggar's chicken!

The condor monk was startled by the speed of the little novice monk. He turned around suddenly and saw only a few thin feathers falling messily.

He hissed angrily: Senior brother, this is my sacred bird patrolling the Snowy Mountains...

But when I opened my eyes, there was still the shadow of the little novice monk.

The eyes of the condor monk erupted with bright divine light, and he used the Bodhisattva-level Dharma eyesight to sweep in all directions. It stands to reason that his single glance would be enough to find everything he wanted to find within hundreds of millions of miles... However, the little novice monk was still missing, and he couldn't even find the trace of the escape left by the little novice monk!

The pores all over his body were tight, the condor monk's hairs stood up one by one, and cold sweat continued to flow down.

This little novice monk is the messenger sent by the Buddha of Precious Light Merit... Judging from his clothes, he is just a boy in front of the throne.

But his cultivation...his methods...even crushed the great Bodhisattva, Monk Condor!

The silver brocade in his hand suddenly became heavy, and the condor monk's body began to tremble involuntarily.

He subconsciously set his sights in the direction of Qionghua Mountain.

He just happened to see a disciple sent by his family to Qionghua Mountain, clutching a booklet tightly with both hands, flying in the cloud light in a daze, flying at a very high altitude.

The arrival of the young novice monk just now disturbed Monk Condor's concentration, and he did not see the scene where Lu Qian thrust the pamphlet with the lion's opening to his disciple.

Looking at the distorted face of his disciple, the condor monk murmured: What's wrong? That little thief Fa Hai, what did he do?

The cub of the condor monk's mountain patrolling bird was kidnapped and prepared to be turned into a beggar's chicken. At the Mingguang Cave in Yuanfu Mountain, a young novice with the same pigtails stepped on the cloud light and drove all the way in, brazenly breaking in. Mingguang Cave.

Along the way, many playful and smiling flower monks poked their heads out from time to time, wanting to scold them - Mingguang Cave is a place with rules, and Bodhisattva Joy has stipulated that all disciples are strictly prohibited from flying in the cave.

But when they saw the little novice monk with a small nose and small eyes, these flower monks shrunk and tiptoed back to their own meditation rooms, closed the door tightly, silently recited sutras and mantras to ward off disasters and solve problems, opened various restrictions, and blocked out the sounds from inside and outside. Don't dare to make any more noise.

There was even a flower monk who was relatively close to the entrance of the cave. He packed the package and slipped out of the door without saying a word.

In the deepest part of the cave, in a pool of merit, Bodhisattva Joy and Nun Qing Jing are soaking in the pool water. You are smiling and laughing. Feed me a sip of fruit wine, and I will stuff you with a fruit. There were many witches walking around, serving the two of them properly and comfortably.

The young novice walked straight in, no one stopped him, no one reported the news.

The Buddhist array restrictions in Mingguang Cave are much weaker than those in Daxue Mountain. A circle of merit Buddha light surrounds the little novice monk. All Buddhist arrays he passes by automatically open and all restrictions close. No one knows that outsiders have broken in. .

When the little novice monk arrived at the pool of merit, he heard Nun Qingjing smiling and saying to the Joyous Bodhisattva: Don't worry, nothing will happen...Junior Brother Zhencan is the master's favorite disciple in the past few years, not to mention His supernatural powers and magic power, let alone his identity, how many people in the huge Liangyi Heaven dare to provoke him?

Hehe, with Junior Brother Zhencan coming forward, Qionghua Mountain has been successfully acquired. For the sake of that good dojo, even if we lose a few disciples, what does it matter?

Nun Qingjing smiled triumphantly and said: After we get the Qionghua Mountain, we have to talk to the Condor Haosheng. He can loot the floating wealth in the mountain, but the Qionghua Mountain must belong to you and me. .”

Raising her head and looking at the countless gems inlaid on the top of the cave with blurred eyes, Nun Qingjing murmured: Empress Qionghua's dojo... I don't know what hidden benefits are left. If I can get the inheritance of Empress Qionghua, Hee hee, I too can become a Buddha!

Joyful Bodhisattva also smiled and nodded repeatedly.

These two are truly a shame to Buddhism.

The Condor Monk was still paying close attention to what was going on in Qionghua Mountain, but the two of them sent a group of disciples and laid out a set of shady means to plot against Lu Qian. Then the two of them had fun in their own lair. Don't care what happens next.

In fact, Su Xin, Su Yu, and a group of disciples from Mingguang Cave were killed by Lu Qian using Fan Tianyin. The Buddhist cultivators responsible for daily affairs in Mingguang Cave had obtained detailed information - but the Bodhisattva Xi Le and Nun Qing Jing were not able to No one is allowed to disturb the pond...

Therefore, the disciple in charge, who had received the bad news of his death, was still waiting outside in misery, while the young novice monk could break in.

With a jujube in his mouth and a silver brocade silk in his left hand, the young novice took out a bamboo whip made of fine golden threads and purple bamboo roots in his right hand. Without saying a word, he pointed it at the people soaking in the pond. Joyous Bodhisattva just whipped him down.

As soon as the bamboo whip moved, countless fine golden threads flashed, and a full 108 kinds of Buddha light erupted from the bamboo whip at the same time.

The light was brilliant and the precious light was dazzling. Under the blessing of the Buddha's light, the bamboo whip, which was as thick as a thumb and six or seven feet long, became extremely heavy, and struck the Bodhisattva Joy's back with a buzzing sound.

A pink Buddha's light lit up on the body of Joyous Bodhisattva. Just three inches after it sprayed out of the body, it was shattered by the Buddha's light on the bamboo whip. The bamboo whip fell hard, and the fair and tender skin of the Bodhisattva Joy, comparable to that of a beautiful woman, suddenly tore. A hideous wound that was as deep as the bone suddenly appeared, and a large amount of blood spurted out like a boiling fountain.

A shrill howl sounded out, and Bodhisattva Joy jumped up suddenly, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Familiar recipe, familiar taste, without even using magical powers or looking back, Bodhisattva Joy knows exactly what happened.

He shouted in a hissing voice: My disciple has done nothing wrong recently, so why does Lord Buddha punish me arbitrarily?

The little novice smiled so brightly that his little nose and eyes wrinkled up with laughter. He swung the bamboo whip, snapped it a few times and then hit it firmly, until the whole body of the Bodhisattva Joy twitched, like a rag doll that had been destroyed by violence, and sank lifelessly to the bottom of the pond. It took a long time. It slowly floated up.

Nun Qingjing was stunned for a long time, then she suddenly opened her hands and stood in front of the Bodhisattva Joy.

She looked at the little novice monk standing on the cloud light and screamed: Lucky boy... there is nothing wrong with being happy in these days...

The fortune-seeking boy gnawed away the dates in two mouthfuls, put the date cores into his sleeves, and casually threw the silver brocade silk to Sister Qingjing: Junior Sister Qingjing, take a closer look, Junior Brother Zhensi was You guys are in such a terrible trap!

Sighing, the Lucky Boy spread his hands: The Lord Buddha said, if Junior Brother Zhencan cannot go back intact... This time, Xi Le will have to shed a layer of skin... For Junior Sister's sake... Go up and die, I guess you can’t die, but I guess it won’t be a happy life, so it’s better to die!”

Before he finished speaking, the bamboo whip in the boy's hand lit up again. The shadow of the whip avoided the Qing Jing nun who was staring at the brocade silk with her mouth open, and slapped the Bodhisattva of Joy more than ten times in a row.

Each blow left a bone-deep wound on the body of the Joyous Bodhisattva. The blood surged and the water of the merit pond was suddenly stained red.

Joyful Bodhisattva screamed at the top of his lungs: Senior Brother Zhaocai, please show mercy. What happened to Junior Brother Zhencan? I will definitely, I will definitely keep him safe and sound, keep him intact!

The fortune-lucky boy sighed heavily: Everything is safe? Intact? Hey, the flat-haired beast that was almost summoned had its entrails emptied out. How can you say it's intact?

Hurry up and find a way, otherwise, it will be difficult for you to pass this time!

The lucky boy shook his head, raised his bamboo whip, hesitated for a moment, and then struck Nun Qingjing hard with the whip.

There was a muffled sound, and there was a tragic wound on Qingjing nun's body that almost split her in two. Along with the earth-shattering cry, the fortune-seeking boy sighed: Don't blame me, the Lord Buddha personally told me, you must I’ll give you ten lashes, here’s another nine lashes.”

A look of narrowing flashed in his eyes, and the boy who attracted wealth said quietly: However, Lord Buddha has told me that you only need to take one lash. The remaining nine lashes can be asked by Junior Brother Xile... to bear it for you! You guys decide quickly. , who will own the next nine whips?

The atmosphere nearby suddenly became awkward and frozen.