The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Dongxuzi looked at the devout mortals in front of him, turned to stare at the plaque on the city wall and said: "It is said that Buddha has eighty kinds of good things. He advances like an elephant king, walks like a goose king, has a glorious appearance like a lion king, and a white elephant. The six teeth represent the six degrees, and there are no worries or defilements because they are white."

The Buddhist classics were talked about in Dongxuzi's mouth. Ouyang looked at Dongxuzi suspiciously and asked: "Old man, you just opened your mouth to read the Buddhist classics. Could it be that you, old boy, have had second thoughts a long time ago? Come from Buddhism." Are you an undercover agent?"

The expression on Dong Xuzi's face froze, and then he looked at Ouyang and cursed: "I asked you to read more books, but you always fall asleep. There are so many books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and you won't read more? Don't read hundreds of schools of thought. How do you know what’s short when it’s long?”

Dong Xuzi, who likes to be a teacher, just wanted to take this opportunity to teach Ouyang a lesson, but Ouyang spread his hands and looked like he was going to sleep if you forced me to do it.

Angry, Dong Xuzi cursed him for being unable to hold up the wall with mud.

Ouyang didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he looked at the passers-by in a daze. He always felt that it was weird after he came here.

The mortals coming and going in front of them all clasped their hands together, looking like devout believers. They kept talking about Buddhist scriptures and their eyes were even more compassionate.

It was obviously a peaceful and peaceful scene, but Ouyang looked indescribably awkward.

When I first arrived in Ouyang, I saw a speeding carriage hitting a dozen pedestrians and then driving away.

The man who was knocked down struggled to get up from the ground without taking any notice. He even continued to smile and recite scriptures.

An older man was already lying on the ground without making a sound, but he still had a smile on his face and his hands still clasped together.

Only then did Ouyang finally understand what it was that made him feel extremely inconsistent!

All the mortals here have completely lost their emotions and desires, leaving only chanting scriptures with compassionate smiles!

"Old man, there's a problem!" Ouyang said, sitting in a wheelchair.

Dong Xuzi nodded in agreement and said: "Indeed, this city seems to be a human world, but it seems to have been sacrificed and refined into a magical weapon by the great monk, and all the mortals here have become a magical weapon. Part of it!"

Look, look, this is the benefit of having big hands!

Ouyang had just discovered the problem, but Dong Xuzi on the side had already noticed the source of the problem!

Dong Xuzi raised the whisk in his hand and waved it gently, and a gust of breeze blew towards the crowd in front of the city gate as the whisk swayed.

Wherever the breeze touched, the mortals who were chanting Buddhist sutras showed pain on their faces. Some even trembled all over and had bleeding from their mouths and noses. However, they still clasped their hands together and recited Buddhist sutras intermittently!

"No, these mortals have indeed become part of this city, and there is no way to drive them away from this city!" Dong Xuzi frowned, put down his fly whisk and said.

"It's easy! Look at me!" Ouyang confidently rolled his wheelchair forward a few steps, took a deep breath, and his true energy surged from his dantian to his throat.

A powerful shout echoed with true energy:

"Draft!"

The powerful shouts echoed in the Western Zhou Dynasty with the blessing of true energy, and the voices that originally formed a sea of ​​Buddhist scriptures suddenly stopped.

All the pedestrians coming and going stopped and turned to look at Ouyang and the two.

He was still smiling and clasping his hands, but he stopped chanting the scriptures in his mouth. Everyone looked at Ouyang, and the smile on his face became more and more weird.

It was obviously a smile, but Ouyang could feel anger from the smiling faces.

The sounds of drafting and drafting echoed slightly throughout the Western Zhou Dynasty, as if a piece of mouse droppings suddenly fell into a pot of delicious soup.

Ouyang was stared at by countless mortals in front of him. He pulled Dong Xuzi's sleeve and said, "Uncle, what do they want to do? You have to watch me when they start!"

Dong Xuzi said angrily: "They are just a group of mortals with no cultivation. Are you afraid of a hammer?"

It's not that you're afraid. There are countless people looking at you with weird smiles on their faces. Who doesn't feel scared?

Just when Ouyang was about to speak, there was a commotion in front of the city gate. Countless mortals knelt on the ground and worshiped on both sides with fanatical faces.

A huge white elephant walked out of the city gate, its head raised, its nose flicked, and its mouth had six teeth.

And on the back of the white elephant is a luxurious tent, woven with gold wire, with a white jade roof and agate curtains. On both sides there are maids kneeling with gold pots in their hands.

Sanskrit sounds came from the tent, and the Buddha's light shrouded the tent. Wherever the white elephant walked, green grass and flowers grew step by step, creating a scene of the Buddha's arrival into the world.

Ouyang looked at the white elephant in front of him and asked in surprise: "This Buddha lives in White Elephant City?"

Dong Xuzi took one look at it and then sneered: "It's just a distracted little monk using some low-end Five Elements spells, so that you kid can't even notice that he is cheating if you don't study hard!"

Yes, bosses are bosses, and they always see the essence of things at a glance.

Ouyang was choked and couldn't speak. Dong Xuzi clasped his hands in front of him, looking unconcerned. Seeing Bai Xiang walking in front of the two of them, he seemed to want to see what was inside the gourd of the little monk in front of him. What kind of medicine are you selling?

When the white elephant walked in front of the two people, the huge elephant body knelt down towards the two people. The maid on the elephant's back first walked down holding the golden pot, sprinkling water as she walked, as if to drive away the ground for the monks in the tent. of uncleanness.

One set after another, it looks like that!

The curtain made of agate strung open automatically without any wind, and a head full of pimples came out from inside.

A strong man wearing nothing but a rag walked out of it.

This man was golden all over, with compassionate eyes, holding a lotus seal in his hand, and stood in front of Ouyang and Ouyang with a black bump on his head.

"Namo Amitabha! Why did the two donors come to our White Elephant City?" The strong man looked down at Ouyang and Dongxuzi in front of him and chanted the Buddha's name and said.

Before Ouyang and the two could speak, the strong man said to himself: "I see that the two donors are destined to be my Buddha. Why don't you take refuge in my Buddha today? Wouldn't it be wonderful to gain such great freedom and freedom?"

The strong man in front of him was no more than a monk in the divine realm. In his eyes, one was just a young monk in the foundation building stage, and the other was a slightly higher monk in the out-of-body stage.

This is also strange to Dong Xuzi. Before he became the head teacher, he habitually pretended to be a pig and eat the tiger when he walked around the world.

After all, as the top boss, you can see whatever the boss wants you to see.

Hearing that the strong man in front of him felt pity, he gave the two of them a chance to convert to Buddhism.

Dong Xuzi laughed angrily!

How many years? How many years!

How dare someone speak so shamelessly in front of me again?

For such a small role, Dong Xuzi didn't even bother to use a whisk, he raised his hand and pressed it slightly.

The strong man in front of him felt a mountain crashing down on him, and then he pressed himself to the ground.

Drowsily, he seemed to hear a voice shouting:

"Old man, stay away, this kid is incontinent because of you!"