Starting from the control of Hongmeng, fishing for the heavens

When facing other immortals, he usually calls himself the seat, but right now it is Fangcunshan, and what he is facing is an existence at the level of an immortal emperor, so naturally he has to show his sincerity.

"Your honor is a member of the Taoist sect? I'm really sorry, our master is currently practicing in seclusion, and we don't see any idlers."

"Brother, why should you be so polite to these mountain cultivators? Our master is a noble man, and you are not qualified to meet him. You should leave quickly."

The two Taoists said with a sneer on their faces.

Hearing this, Mu Bai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled meaningfully.

If it is doubtful just now.

Now Mubai is very sure that Patriarch Bodhi is a certain Buddha of Buddhism, and his purpose is nothing more than waiting for the arrival of Monkey King so that he can carry out his plan of traveling to the west.

The reason for such affirmation is that according to common sense, both of them are members of the Taoist sect, even if they are tired of Mu Bai, it is absolutely impossible for these two disciples to show such impatience and ridicule.

Throughout the entire Journey to the West Secret Realm, only Buddhist disciples would be so bored with Taoist immortals.

Chapter 7, Ten, One Foot Shakes Fly!

"Hey, you two are old-fashioned, who are you saying is Xianza and others? Say it again if you have the guts?"

Nie Xiaoqian put her wrist in Xiaoman's waist, and said angrily with a pretty face.

Mubai is the belief and myth in her heart, and now she has been ridiculed and ridiculed by her two disciples. As a disciple, how can Nie Xiaoqian swallow this bad breath?

"Little girl, Pindao sees that you look pretty, why? Are you deaf?"

The two Taoist priests didn't have any fear at all, instead they laughed confidently.

"Find a fight!"

Nie Xiaoqian was angry, and in a rage, she wanted to make a move.

But Mubai stopped her and said: "You two little Taoists, since your master has no time to see us in retreat, then we will not deliberately disturb you, but before leaving, I would like to ask you a question, your master Among the disciples accepted, is there a monkey? In terms of appearance, is it similar to the purple monkey beside me?"

What Mubai can now be sure of is that Patriarch Bodhi was transformed by the Buddha of Buddhism.

It is not known whether these disciples under his seat are Buddhist arhats from the Western Lingshan Mountain, ordinary Buddhist disciples recruited from the secular world, or various scattered immortals who practice alone.

But Mu Bai still prefers the latter.

Because since he wanted to hide his identity, Patriarch Bodhi would definitely not bring the arhat from Lingshan to pretend to be a Taoist disciple.

What's more, most of the Arhats in Western Lingshan are Mubai who have seen each other. If they knew each other, the other party would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous.

"Little Taoist priest? Hey, young man, do you think you are still a child? To put it bluntly, we are not too old to be your father. You call us little Taoist priests, isn't it a bit respectful? No difference?"

"Boy, if you call us a word like Grandpa Dao, we will tell you the names of all the disciples under the master's seat. If you don't call me, then get out of here quickly, otherwise we will be impolite."

A gleam of coldness flashed across the eyes of the two Taoist priests, and they said jokingly.

Hearing this, even though Mubai had a good temper, a wave of anger rose in his heart at this moment.

At the same time, I was a little certain in my heart that these two outspoken Taoist priests did not come from the Western Lingshan at all, and nine out of ten were temporary workers recruited by the Bodhi ancestor from the secular world. Not so outspoken.

And the most important point, Sun Wukong probably hasn't arrived at Fangcun Mountain yet.

After all, from Huaguo Mountain to Fangcun Mountain, it is thousands of miles away, and there are countless poor mountains and bad waters. Sun Wukong has not cultivated supernatural powers, and he can walk like a mortal. It will take eight years if not ten years.

Besides, if Sun Wukong had already worshiped under Bodhi Patriarch, then the two little Taoist priests would definitely have strange expressions when they saw Sun Wudao.

But just now there was none at all.

"Master, these two little Taoist priests are too deceitful, senior sister, hurry up and teach these two ignorant scumbags a good lesson."

Because of his lack of cultivation, Sun Wudao could only keep beating his chest with his furry hands and roaring loudly.

"You guys die for me!"

Nie Xiaoqian raised her hand and grabbed it, and a Frost Sword appeared in her palm. During the dance, two sword qi like silver dragons burst out, and swept towards the two rude Taoist priests respectively.

"Little girl, you are not too young but you are not too short-tempered. Today, I will let Master Dao replace your parents and teach you a good lesson, so that you will know that the sky is high and the earth is strong."

The two Taoist priests sacrificed their magical weapons without fear, and went up to meet them.

A few years ago, Nie Xiaoqian possessed 10 years of mana possessed by the Ice Queen, and these years she practiced with the king of the underworld, Ah Cha, and took the flat peach for another 9000 years.

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Today's mana has reached the category of the late Celestial Immortal, which is equivalent to 18 years.

With this level of mana, it is no problem to deal with ordinary loose immortals and real immortals.

However, these two Taoist priests are not ordinary people, and their mana is only inferior to that of Nie Xiaoqian. After joining hands with each other, they are evenly matched.

In fact, this is also very normal.

Patriarch Bodhi is the Buddha of Buddhism, and he is equivalent to an immortal emperor when converted to the realm of an immortal.

The disciple he took a fancy to was naturally not the rare and rare immortal.

Zizizi!

Bang bang bang!

As the fierce battle continued, Nie Xiaoqian gradually gained the upper hand.

As for Sun Wudao's words, he applauded and encouraged him.

As for Mu Bai himself, he didn't make a move, but quietly watched Nie Xiaoqian's performance.

Of course, this also has the meaning of test in it.

Whoosh whoosh!

Because the movement was getting bigger and bigger, four streamers of light swept from the direction of the mountain peak, fell into the scene of the fierce battle, and turned into the appearance of four Taoists.

Three men and one woman.

The breath of these four Taoists is more powerful and domineering than the two Taoists who fought against Nie Xiaoqian.

"Two junior brothers, what's going on?"

Glancing at the fierce fighting at the scene, the four Taoists who arrived later were stunned.

"Brothers, it's just in time... These three people came to our Fangcun Mountain for no reason to disturb Master Qingxiu, take them down quickly."

The two Taoist priests who were busy fighting fiercely with Nie Xiaoqian immediately lifted their spirits.