Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

After the bald man left, the middle-aged man stood outside the sect and waited quietly, very patient.

Su Yan didn't rush in, he wanted to see if the Buddha sect was also infested by dirt.

Su Yan sat on the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes tightly, and began to practice Zhou Tian.

He won't waste any time, as long as he has the remaining time, he is cultivating.

For five years, he has been holding back, has not broken through the yin-yang realm, and has been in the half-step yin-yang realm.

The reason is very simple. He wants to enter the high world and break through.

The high-ranking world possesses natural power, if he absorbs and then breaks through, the realm is naturally more stable, and there will be great differences in strength.

After five years of the bottle, it can be said that every bit of Su Yan's body has been brought to the extreme, and there is no room for further growth.

But Su Yan didn't stop there. He was still running Zhou Tian and running "Nine Heavens of Chaos Jue" to increase his strength to the limit.

The mountain is covered with white snow, this place is synonymous with cold, and the wind never stops.

From mid-day to sunset, the middle-aged man has been standing outside the sect, waiting patiently.

Although he waited for several hours, the middle-aged man did not think he was deceived. He just thought that the Buddha was very busy and he had to wait patiently.

In the eyes of outsiders and even Su Yan, this middle-aged man is a fool, a big fool.

I was deceived, I didn't know it yet, and I was waiting foolishly.

But in fact, the middle-aged man didn't dare to think in that direction, he didn't dare at all.

He shoulders the hope of everyone, and he must invite the Buddha to bring hope to his hometown.

Of course he does respect the Buddha very much, because the Buddha has been preached in this place as if he were all gods.

They can fly into the sky and escape, they can slay demons and demons, they can help ordinary people, and they are the gods in the hearts of the people.

But people in this place don't know that there are very few such gods, and they can almost be counted with one hand. They are all casual cultivators.

This sect has never been like this before, but it has intercepted prestige and defrauded these dull people of money.

The night was getting darker, the wind screamed more and more, the heavy snow fell, the middle-aged man was already numb.

He stood motionless outside the sect, his whole body covered with snow, as if Su Yan rescued him.

The little Buddha at the gate of the Zongmen couldn't bear it. He wanted to dissuade the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man would not listen at all, even though he was already trembling.

He wanted to get a cup of hot water, but before he brought it, the hot water had already turned into a popsicle.

What is the bald man doing now?

He didn't tell his suzerain at all, he just wanted to take things and do nothing.

This sect is very large, with countless disciples, and even a small city is formed inside.

The bald man took the money he received and went directly to the Jiezhaitang for a lot of big fish and meat.

At this moment, there was heavy snow outside and a strong wind, and the bald man was sitting in the warm house, eating big fish and meat with a group of bald heads.

"Jie Se, where did you get the money?"

A fat Buddha was holding half of a roast chicken in his hand, his mouth filled with oil.

The bald man is called Jie Se, this is his law name.

"Jicai, you care about where my money comes from. It would be nice to buy you some food."

Jiecai is the fat Buddha. At this moment, he pouted and said: "There must have been someone else's donor's money."

"Whatever happens, I will tell you that I took it this time with integrity, and he gave it to me."

"That must be someone else asking for something."

"Jicai, I found that your dharma title was a waste. Are you jealous of me?"

"He is jealous of you, he can go down the mountain to burn the kiln every month."

The other people followed up and laughed and cursed.

They were comfortable, eating and drinking, and at the moment they were all asleep.

The middle-aged man is almost frozen into a coma.

The money was collected by the villagers, and they were all hard-earned money sold by the cattle and sheep of the family.

Su Yan opened his eyes and meditated for a while. It was already dark.

Seeing the middle-aged man still waiting silly, Su Yan kept shaking his head.

Of course he understands the mentality of the middle-aged man. Is this man so stupid? Does he not know that he has been brushed? In fact, he can't believe the fact.

Su Yan originally didn't want to help this kind of poor person, after all, he couldn't manage this kind of sesame seeds and rags.

But today is a little different, he met, he can help by the way.

Su Yan casually waved his spiritual power towards the middle-aged man to help him relieve the freezing and restore warmth.

The middle-aged man was not at all happy, his face was full of tears. He had never shed tears for so many years, but this time he could not hold back anymore.

He failed the trust of the villagers, and he couldn't invite the Buddha back to God.

"Why are you saving me? You let me die, I don't have the face to meet the old folks."

The middle-aged man cried very sadly, howled, heartbroken.

Su Yan's face was cold, he was not uninfected, but angry.

Su Yan glanced at the Buddha sect, and said to the middle-aged man: "Go, I will take you in."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "The gods and Buddha must think that I am not sincere, and the sesame oil is not enough money, so he didn't meet with me and punish me."

Su Yan frowned. He originally thought the middle-aged man understood everything, but he didn't want to believe the facts.

But now it seems that he was wrong. This middle-aged man is stupid, and he is still so stupid.

"You just give them a golden mountain and silver mountain, and they won't help you either." Su Yan said angrily.

The middle-aged man immediately retorted: "No, if I have Jinshan Yinshan, the gods and Buddhas will definitely help me."

"you have not."

Su Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person.

He walked towards the door, and the middle-aged man followed him directly, obviously passive.

"What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man looked at Su Yan uneasy.

Su Yan did not answer, still looking ahead, while the middle-aged man followed him involuntarily.

Su Yan glanced at the little Buddha, and said lightly: "Leave this place, this sect will no longer exist."

The little Buddha was frightened, he had never seen such an arrogant person before, daring to speak such arrogant words.

He dared not speak, because Su Yan's eyes had become very sharp.

At this moment, the two of them stepped into the Buddha's sect, and everything inside was fully visible.

Many Buddhas didn't just go down the mountain to burn the kiln, they were more powerful, and even invited the kiln to the mountain.

This group of Buddhas indulged in sensuality in the sect.

The middle-aged man finally collapsed when he saw this scene, and the gods and Buddha in his heart completely turned into a pile of loess.

"Why, why is this, why!"

The middle-aged man roared hysterically, and his heart was dripping with blood.