This supermarket is not right [Honghuang]

Under the starlight, the reflections of the four of them shine under the avenue.None of the four of them dared to move.They stood upright on the avenue.The eyes moved back and forth, and the silent atmosphere made people feel a little depressed.The evening wind blew gently, Bi Xiao, who has always been impatient, couldn't bear it, her eyes drifted to Yang Jian, and her green clothes fluttered with the wind.Beautiful eyes turned around, "Yang Jian, you and I are both Taoist disciples. Then Ding Haizhu and you are useless things, why do you bother to help the traitor who explained the teachings?"

Ran Deng was taken aback for a moment, unexpectedly, after thousands of years, Bi Xiao would talk like this.His eyes became a little gloomy, he chanted the Buddha's name softly, and lit the lamp to look at Yang Jian, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. The poor monk is to save the world, but he is the true king of Xuantan, I am afraid he still wants to enshrine the hatred of the gods." .”

True Monarch Xuantan has a gloomy face, does this burning lamp still have the face to enshrine the gods?If it weren't for Lu Ya's nail-headed Seven Arrows book, how could he be on the list of gods.Thinking of this, True Monarch Xuantan gritted his teeth with hatred.He stared at Ran Deng sternly, if the old man hadn't found Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, two unaffiliated people, how could his Dinghai Pearl fall into the hands of Ran Deng.This lamp has become more shameless in recent years, exactly the same as the second master of Buddhism.

It's funny to say, although the two brothers have contributed a lot to help explain the teaching.It's just a person on the list of gods, who was used by the burning lamp to overcome the calamity.He looked at Ran Deng with calm eyes, snorted coldly, and flicked the cuff lightly.

Burning a lamp to make a smiling face with flowers, the wrinkled old face seems to have blossomed into a flower.It was disgusting to watch, and the compassion on his face made one wonder what the hell he was planning.Yang Jian stood aside, but now he was in a dilemma.On the one hand, there are traitors explaining religion, and on the other side are hostile intercepting religion.With such a dilemma, he was a little exhausted.How did these things come across to him?His pair of heroic eyebrows kept moving back and forth on both sides.

In the end, Yang Jian sighed softly and said, "If you go to the supermarket together, whoever the store manager will give it to depends on your respective fortunes." Yang Jian really has no interest in Ding Haizhu. Divine Art - Nine Turns Mysterious Art.Under nine turns, it is the day of sanctification.The magic weapon is of no use to him.Seeing the stars blooming, if you stay here, it will be dawn soon.

Naturally, he didn't want to burn the lamp to complete the 36 Dinghai Pearls, but he also didn't want Xuantan Zhenjun to get it.If two people go together, God's will is like a knife, no one will know who will get it.

Yang Jian thought about Fang Zhe's thoughts, and he felt that he couldn't figure out Fang Zhe's thoughts.Although Fang Zhe looks no different from ordinary mortals, some of Fang Zhe's thoughts are really not clear to Yang Jian.He was not sure who Fang Zhe would give Ding Haizhu to, but he would not express any opinions.After all, if he had spoken.Maybe he will be punished by his uncle when he returns to Heaven in a few days.

Thinking of this, his scalp tingles, and now the saint is not coming out.Everything is respected by the heavenly court, even if they are the disciples of saints, they dare not go too far in doing things.Haotian's magical power is so profound that even Duobao Tathagata of Leiyin Temple dare not underestimate Haotian.Some people speculate that Haotian has long been a quasi-sage in the late stage of cultivation, but there is only one chance to become a saint.

In the supermarket at this time, Fang Zhe was holding a bead with five colors of light and looking at it.This bead presents an azure blue color, like a blue sea.Under the light of five colors, Qinghui could barely open his eyes.But Fang Zhe didn't have any abnormalities. He picked up the bead and played with it, observing it carefully.Qinghui narrowed his eyes and said, "Master Fang, this bead seems to be an extremely powerful spiritual treasure."

"Yes, is it?" Fang Zhe was taken aback, holding the bead firmly in his hands, for fear that the bead would fall to the ground and break.His eyes never left the bead that was shining with five colors of light, and he saw the five colors of red, orange, yellow, green and blue slowly changing on the bead.Fang Zhe took a breath, looking at the bead as if looking at a rare treasure.

Qinghui was taken aback suddenly, and the feeling of heart palpitations went straight to his brain.The back seemed to be a little cold, Qinghui swallowed hard, and his throat rolled, "Manager, someone is coming. Let's get up, more than one."

Fang Zhe looked at Qinghui in astonishment, not knowing what Qinghui's expression meant.It seems that people come to the store every day, no matter how you say it, Qinghui shouldn't show such an expression.

"What's the matter?" Fang Zhe looked at Qinghui suspiciously, his eyes flickering with confusion.Qinghui was stunned, thinking of the attitude of these gods and gods towards Fang Zhe.He suddenly had a strange feeling that perhaps the background of the store manager in front of him was not simple, but he himself didn't know it.

"No, it's nothing!" Qinghui said softly, "They're here!" As soon as Qinghui's voice fell, the first person to push open the supermarket door was Yang Jian, and Yang Jian's handsome face smiled at Fang Zhe gently. nod.Fang Zhe also smiled back. He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, another man in a red robe walked in from the door.

The man was majestic and majestic, and his bright red robe looked a little funny.Fang Zhe looked at this man in astonishment. The man's clothes were exquisite and luxurious, and he had a graceful and luxurious temperament.Then, an old monk came in from outside the supermarket.The monk clasped his hands together and looked extremely devout.There was kindness on that face, as if it was a temporary Buddha.Finally, a woman in Tsing Yi walked in slowly.The woman's green clothes fluttered in the wind, Fang Zhe was stunned, looking at a group of strange people in front of him, his face was very strange.

Yang Jian was fine, it wasn't a silver-white black iron armor, but a plain white short-sleeve paired with jeans.But the other three people looked weird no matter how they looked.He glanced at Yang Jian, and asked slowly, "Who are they?" Yang Jian smiled wryly and pursed his lips, without speaking.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is the old Buddha of the Western Paradise, Ran Deng Ancient Buddha!" ​​Ran Deng spoke first, and he murmured the Buddha's name in a low voice. The solemn appearance of the treasure makes people want to worship.Fang Zhe stared in astonishment at the string of pale golden light behind the burning lamp, and Qinghui's eyes showed a strange look.The sound of the Buddha seems to be a kind of bewitchment, which can make people lose their minds.Fang Zhe looked at the circles of grand golden light, his head was a little dizzy.Ran Deng closed his eyes, looking like an old monk in meditation.

Zhao Gongming had already seen something was wrong, he just wanted to crack the illusion of burning lamp with a cold snort.Unexpectedly, a bright yellow brilliance bloomed from Fang Zhe's body, and the lamp let out a muffled snort, and pale golden blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.Zhao Gongming looked at Ran Deng mockingly. Ran Deng wanted to use illusion to force Fang Zhe to agree, but unexpectedly, he was countered by Fang Zhe's magic weapon.Fang Zhe had a clear mind, and a bright yellow light slowly spread in his body.He lightly touched the token in his pocket, which was given to him by Houtu.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and looked at Ran Deng, and said bluntly, "Master Fang, this Ran Deng is the one who taught me to teach the traitor to burn the lamp." Yang Jian raised his eyebrows provocatively at Ran Deng when he finished speaking.

Ran Deng snorted coldly, making the image of King Kong glaring.It was as if he was going to do it the next moment, but the mysterious aura in the store was all pressing on Ran Deng's body, almost for a moment, his magic power was about to fail.

"Pindao is the True Monarch of Xuantan!" Although Zhao Gongming's tone was not as kind as that of Ran Deng, it was neither humble nor overbearing.He looked at Fang Zhe with piercing eyes, "I came here this time to ask for the Dinghai Pearl in my hand like Store Manager Fang!" He looked down and saw the Dinghai Pearl in Fang Zhe's hand. watch.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is about to ask the store manager for this Dinghai pearl. The poor monk has 24 Buddha kingdoms, which are formed by the illusion of 24 Dinghai pearls. There are still twelve Dinghai pearls to complete the Dao. Store Manager Fang is perfect." The sound of burning the lamp was very soft, and now he dare not use the Buddha's voice to seduce him, his face became more and more compassionate, as if worrying about the world.

Fang Zhe looked at the two in astonishment, pursed his lips lightly and said, "You all want this thing?" The Dinghai Pearl in Fang Zhe's hand burst into five colors of light in an instant, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

Afterwards, Fang Zhe said softly, "But I only have one here!" As soon as Fang Zhe's voice fell, Bi Xiao pointed to a shelf and said, "Mr. Fang, you are lying, there are eleven more here. Where is it!" Xuantan Zhenjun's head was full of black lines, and the burning lamp was smiling, Yang Jian held his forehead.

Fang Zhe coughed lightly and said, "Are you?" Bi Xiao raised his eyebrows and said, "My name is Bi Xiao." Fang Zhe sighed softly, and the people who came to the store at night became more and more weird.Gods and Buddhas all over the sky ran to his store, and I don't know how there are so many weird things in this store.Fang Zhe touched the Dinghai Pearl in his hand, and squinted his eyes to look at Xuantan Zhenjun and the ancient Buddha.To be honest, he doesn't like the ancient Buddha Di Deng, and his smile always gives Fang Zhe a fake look.

"Don't you give money for shopping?" Fang Zhe said suddenly, his eyes on the two became more and more serious.Those dark pupils seemed to be condemning the two of them, Xuantan Zhenjun said with eyes as if he couldn't bear Fang Zhe's condemnation, "Poverty Daoist has nothing, so in order to get back this Ding Haizhu, I asked Master for a piece of money." Something." As he spoke, he spread his hand, a purple light flashed, and with a crackling sound, Fang Zhe took a step back in shock.

Looking at the thing like a sledgehammer in Xuantan Zhenjun's hand, with purple lightning, sparks burst out.A smell of fireworks rushed into his nostrils, Fang Zhe frowned and asked, "What the hell is this?"

True Monarch Xuantan pondered and said, "This is the innate spiritual treasure Purple Electric Hammer, which has been treasured by my master for many years. Now, if you want to exchange it for these twelve Dinghai Pearls, what do you think, Manager Fang?"

Before Fang Zhe could speak, Ran Deng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qinghui.He snorted coldly, "Well, Zhao Gongming, you are really calculating!"