Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

There are wolves in front and tigers in back.

The former Linliu's smiling and loving elder's attitude, and the piercing eyes of the other Mahayanas, all hide the heart that wants to tear Abbot Jiekong from the inside out, and tear him apart.

The back is hidden in the secret passage, and Monk Bukong is not willing to miss a detail.

Even though Abbot Jiekong is middle-aged, with a big heart and a fat body, when he thinks of the ancestral hall where he was punished to kneel and the Buddhist scriptures he was punished when he was young, he still can't help but feel pain in his knees and hands.

The shadow of childhood, accompanied by a lifetime.

He has retreated from the world for 300 years, where has he seen such absurd rumors, and witnessed such a sinister heart?

Abbot Jie Kong, who was born in a small temple in the countryside, trembled.

He pondered again and again, and slowly opened his mouth:

"The old master wait a moment, the poor monk will invite the abbot of the temple for the master."

Not doing it.

The abbots of Liudao Temple are all empty abbots, whoever they like.

Abbot Jie Kong, who has the great wish to exterminate demons, even dared to plot against the two demon masters of the Demonic Dao, had the desire to be an ostrich for the first time in his life.

Put your head in the ground, it's fine.

I can't see their eyes like beasts and poisonous snakes, and I can't hear their voices like poisoned knives.

Ren Linliu said yes.

After finishing speaking, Abbot Jiekong will turn around and enter the wing room to find his true home, the pure land that can make the soul peaceful.

How could Shu Yao let him go so easily?

He snorted, and at the same time, there was a clear and tender child's voice.

The little monk had just placed the broom in the corner, and ran over with a flushed face, wondering:

"Abbot, why are you looking for yourself?"

The abbot's behavior is really becoming more and more difficult to see through.

Could it be that the legendary Buddha Dharma learned deeply will make people insane?

Under the death gaze of Abbot Jiekong, the little novice just wanted to run back and clutch his broomstick tightly in fear.

It is good to sweep the temple for a lifetime.

"This…"

Po Jun is indeed a person who has experienced great storms and exposed his true identity in front of everyone.

It is the calmness of having Mount Tai collapse in front of you without changing it.

While everyone was still amazed at Abbot Jiekong's series of coquettish operations, frequently refreshed his vision and three views, and sighed repeatedly, he was able to pat Wan Chuanhe on the shoulder, and said bitterly:

"Brother, I'm not that vulgar person who is restricted by the world. Dressing up as a woman, liking a man, and the person I like is a monk, it doesn't matter, it's all a circle."

Ren Linliu nodded very pleased: "I don't see that little friend has this level of awareness, but I am narrow-minded and short-sighted, thinking that the current immortals and demons are full of uncivilized people."

Po Jun: "But brother, take a look, look at Greedy Wolf, look at me, although the Lord of the Seventh Region is dressed a little bit poorly, his face is not bad, you can see it. How about letting Xue Tian Qisha? You Why did it seem like Jie Kong chose him?"

Po Jun was very puzzled: "Could it be that if you are used to looking at good-looking faces, you will also feel tired, and you would rather look at mediocre faces?"

With a trembling sentence, Xuanhe Peak Master expressed the question in everyone's mind:

"Why did Master and Po Jun make them talk like normal people?"

The head of Xuanshan who relied on Tianwang Baoxin Dan to continue his life could not answer her.

The Master of the Hanging Mountain murmured, but there was no difference between what he said and what he didn't say:

"It's better to practice sword."

It's hard to imagine that someone as cold as an upside-down mountain master would have such an emotional day.

In just four words, all thoughts are lost and life is doubted.

The dean also couldn't answer her.

Because he was supporting Jiang Yunya while trying to explain to Jiang Changxing: "It's like this, Sect Master Jiang usually only has two hobbies, stays at home, and at first hearing about the abbot, he finds it unacceptable—— "

It was very logical to faint.

It's definitely not because of the exposure of my poker table success and the feeling of hopelessness in life that I fainted.

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Changxing's face was serious.

Jiang Yunya, who was pretending to be dizzy, and the dean both thumped in their hearts, thinking something was wrong.

Jiang Changxing said: "Now it is still the matter of Abbot Jiekong that matters. Not to mention Yunya, even for me, this kind of thing is unheard of, unseen, and must not be missed."

"..."

Jiang Yunya sincerely thanked the abbot of Jiekong Temple in his heart.

In order to repay the kindness of saving his life, he decided to imitate the secret history of Xuanshan Mountain after returning home, and write a book "The Secret History of Liudao Temple II" for Abbot Jiekong, which made his relationship with Wan Chuan move the heavens and the earth, and the love affair that transcended taboos and gender became a household name. The world knows.

Pojun has proved to everyone with practical actions that the reason why Pojunshi of the Demonic Way can become the person who is second only to the Demon Venerable is that there are two brushes, and it is inevitable.

He kept talking: "Hey brother, senior Ren said that you are Wan Xiaoniang——"

When Wan Xiaoniang was called this, Wan Chuanhe felt ashamed, and couldn't help but clenched his teeth even more.

I'm not about to blurt out a sentence subconsciously.

The familiar magic breath from Shu Yao sealed his mouth.

Po Jun: "So brother, are you a man or a woman? It's not too much to say that a century-old friend is accurate?"

He had a sudden thought: "Speaking of which, you were born of the aura of Ziwei's secret realm, without father or mother, so you can't be male and female, you can be male or female, you can change as you like?"

It turned out to be the case.

Everyone suddenly realized that they were in awe of Po Jun.

It is worthy of being the Pojun envoy who has been in the wind and moon, otherwise, how could they not come up with this explanation?

Even Shu Yao was shocked for a moment, and praised sincerely: "Brother, good idea."

Blue veins bloomed methodically on Wan Chuan and his face one by one.

Their beating is like ten thousand rivers and one layer after another, accumulating deeper and deeper anger.

He couldn't control himself anymore, he yelled loudly, raised his fist, and punched Po Jun in the face with the simplest, most direct, and most brutal way of solving problems between men!

Is there a lack of people for the Lonely Ghost on Xuetian's side? ? ?

How can I find Rang Xuetian? ? ?

"enough!"

Abbot Jiekong also suffered a lot.

He felt that the strange gazes and whispered criticisms of the people in this short period of time were like soaking him in a pot of hell.

He had no choice but to show the demon king's signboard, and growled in a low voice: "This poor monk has the audacity to invite you all to come here because of the demon king's affairs. For the rest, please put it aside for the time being!"

"It's about the devil king."

Ren Linliu read it again, and said in a serious manner: "It is really necessary to talk about it."

"But Jiekong, why do you look different from the last time I saw you?"

Jie Kong: "..."

With all due respect, it wasn't him who did those things at all, so can they look the same? ? ?

Shu Yao was afraid that the night would be full of dreams, so he changed the topic lightly: "The matter of Jie Kong and Wanyu Lord is shocking to the world. To avoid criticism, there is also Yi Rong. But the abbot is right. What is the truth about the Demon King?" How was it?"

He no longer had the gentle, smiling and talkative appearance when facing Ren Linliu, he refused to give in at every step, pressing every inch:

"When the deity brought the demon king to the top, everyone saw it. His cultivation base was sealed, and the demon breath was gone. If the demon king could hurt Fangzhang, I am afraid that the abbot has practiced for hundreds of years, and he is not even as good as a mortal, right? "

His eyebrows and eyes were dignified and indifferent, his eyes revealed a stern light, and he raised his hand lightly to stop Abbot Jiekong's words that he wanted to defend.

The movements are both careless and unquestionable.

"I don't want to listen to you. First, how did the demon king who lost all his cultivation hurt the abbot; second, why did he come to Liudao Temple because he was obviously the demon king under Xuanshan's care? So please ask the abbot to make an oath on these two points." , to clear up doubts for this deity."

This is the rhythm that Abbot Jiekong is familiar with.

Not only was he not annoyed by Shu Yao's arrogance, he even breathed a sigh of relief. Although his tone was modest, there was a needle hidden in it, but it was tit for tat:

"The one who hurt people is the demon king brought up by the demon, and the protector made by the demon. But if you want the old monk to make an oath of heart and soul, doesn't the demon feel that he is being unreasonable?"

Shu Yao smiled.

He smiled unreally, and on the one hand he was flamboyant and aggressive, on the other hand he was very cold.

Like peonies blooming next to each other in frost, and phoenixes drinking dew and cold sycamore trees.

"If it weren't for this, the abbot thought it was as simple as swearing his heart and blood? I'm afraid the abbot's heart and blood would have splashed on the edge of my sword."

"If the person I brought, if the demon king really hurt someone, I will deal with it myself; if not, my cold voice and silent shadow are not just posing for a good look."

Abbot Jiekong was not angered by him.

He said plainly: "When the poor monk saw the demon king, it was Abbot Wuchen who brought the demon king to discuss the Tao with the poor monk."

Jiang Changxing hesitated to speak: "It doesn't matter abbot, we all know that you can directly describe Lun Dao as playing cards."

Abbot Jiekong: "???"

Monk Bukong sighed gloomyly in the secret history.

Well, very well.

As my apprentice, I haven't seen him for 300 years, and I'm almost full of wine, sex, whoring and gambling.

Abbot Wuchen wanted to explain a thing or two to Abbot Jiekong, and said awkwardly: "Senior, don't misunderstand, old friend Jiekong really doesn't like playing cards, and I didn't come to find him for playing cards."

"No need to explain."

Monk Bukong sneered: "The dean of Dazheng Academy outside, Xuanhe Peak Master of Xuanshan Mountain has already lied to Jiang Changxing once for the Sect Master of Falling Qingtian, do you think I will believe it?"

If it wasn't for him being unable to support himself and his palm, he would have cleared up this apprentice for the ancestors of Liudao Temple!

Let him chant scriptures and worship Buddha in the Buddhist hall, and kneel until he grows old!

After several confrontations, Abbot Jiekong wisely decided not to entangle, and continued to say:

"Afterwards, the demon king lost control because of the blood meal. Abbot Wuchen was merciful and wanted to save the demon king, so he was seriously injured. The poor monk wanted to subdue the demon king, but he was also injured in the process."

Po Jun: "Abbot, do you know someone? His name is Rang Xuetian. You must have been good friends with him for many years, right?"

Shu Yao guessed, "Maybe it's Seven Kills."

Abbot Jiekong thought that what he and Rang Xuetian planned had failed, so he couldn't help but straighten his expression. When he was thinking about how to explain, he heard Xuanhe and the peak master deeply agree:

"It's really similar to saying the same sentence and repeating the same thing upside down three or four times. What we want to hear is the reason, and what we want to see is the evidence, not the family's statement that the abbot has written on the post."

"I see."

Abbot Jiekong is a once-in-a-thousand-year-old person who is well-mannered and patient, and he doesn't get angry when they sing a lot of sarcasm. He just said politely:

"The poor monk understands, please wait for a moment."

After finishing speaking, he turned back to his room, judging from the gust of wind blowing his cassock, Abbot Jiekong didn't even look like he was staying in this hellish place for even a second longer with a group of people with brains.

As Abbot Jiekong turned around, something had quietly changed.

They become so gentle, like the breeze blowing in the mountains, the ripples gliding on the water, as natural as the four seasons, the birth and death of all things, are all ordinary and subtle things in the world.

So much so that Shu Yao didn't realize that something was wrong at all.

Until the voices around him gradually quieted down, he lowered his head and raised his eyes, and he was the only one whose shadow elongated by the sunlight hovered on the bluestone floor tiles.

Bluestone floor tiles? ? ?

Shu Yao gasped.

Just like Liudao Temple's small dilapidated temple without cool mouth incense, how can it afford such brand new and smooth bluestone floor tiles?

Shu Yao remembered that when he came in, the masonry under his feet was mottled and cracked, or it was solid soil with no accumulation at all, and it was only covered with a layer of fallen leaves, which creaked when he stepped on it.

As if in response to his guess, Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures rang in his ears, lingering incessantly, lingering around the beam, like a gentle wind spreading thousands of miles away, floating in the sky.

Shu Yao looked up.

The treasure hall is gorgeous, the bricks and tiles are shining, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly.

There are often monks in yellow robes walking slowly between the flying corridors and bridges. The attic is hidden, and the words of compassion and Buddha are heard.

At the very front, the three characters of Liudao Temple written on the huge plaque are dripping with ink, and the strokes are like hooks.

Shu Yao suddenly remembered that ten thousand years ago, Liudao Temple had not escaped from the world.

It is the most prosperous incense in the world, and it is the holy place that all the people who worship the Buddha yearn for.

After all, it shouldn't look like a small dilapidated temple where a few more people can step on the threshold.

It is the illusion of Liudao Temple ten thousand years ago.

Shu Yao's thoughts turned and he quickly made a guess.

Most likely, Pojun Wanchuan and the Mahayanas of Xiandao also fell into their own independent illusions one by one.

Shu Yao clenched the cold voice silently.

Although I don't know what all the sky first invited them to come with great fanfare, and then brazenly tore up the face and launched the illusion——

But definitely not a small plan.

The most important thing right now is breaking through.

"Thunder?"

I don't know which monk in the temple asked first.

They subconsciously look at the sky.

The clouds gathered, dimming the brilliance of the rising sun in the sky. In the dark and hazy, the clouds rolled and thunder rumbled.

Compared with the thunderstorms that we are used to every day, there is actually a bit more hidden horror, like the roar brewing in the mouth of an ancient giant beast.

A monk groaned and patted his forehead: "It's time to collect the clothes and quilts, don't get wet by the rain."

Only Shu Yao was standing there in a bright red dress, with thick eyebrows and long hair like ink, which was inseparable from the purity of Buddhism.

Maybe God couldn't bear to watch the monks go to collect their clothes in vain and turn into ashes.

The thunder actually stopped.

The sky calmed down again.

Shu Yao let go of his hand, and looked up at the open palm, there was nothing in it.

He is in charge of the Thunder of Heavenly Punishment, and has been with him for a hundred years, and he is familiar with Thunder in his blood.

How could it stop?

If this thunder was placed in the past, under the thunder, the illusion will definitely disappear.

Why is it not as good as before?

Where is the mistake?

******

"Don't you hate it?"

Monk Bukong asked.

Strange to say, he described it as old and unremarkable, but just listening to his words, one can't help but feel the urge to cry.

For example, a wanderer thinks of being in his mother's arms when he was a child, listening to a folk song she hummed softly with her local accent.

"I don't hate it."

Abbot Wuchen replied honestly: "Although Jiekong plotted against me. But blame me for being stupid. From the fact that Jiekong is unwilling to play cards with me after a hundred years of friendship, it can be seen that my friend is not important in his heart. It's nothing. I really hate it, otherwise wouldn’t I have cultivated my heart in vain?”

The corner of Monk Bukong's eyes twitched: "This old man didn't ask you."

He continued to persuade the Demon King: "Don't you hate it?"

"Ah?" The Demon King sobbed, revealing his entire face.

He was originally handsome and thin, but all this made him ashamed, even begging for a bowl, and he was the most bullied among the group of beggars in the streets and alleys.

He replied in a low voice: "I didn't eat the barbecue that sister promised to give me."

Monk Bukong's eyes twitched again.

He should have thought of it earlier.

So Monk Bukong changed his angle to lure him, and sighed: "Yes, she didn't believe what she said, she lied to you that there are endless barbecues waiting for you to enjoy, and lied to you to leave the place where you ruled in the abyss." And blood food, let you starve for several days, don't you hate her?"

But who came up with this genius idea?

Monk Bukong muttered to himself.

Could it be Xuanhe from Xuanshan?

Otherwise, who can the elder sister in the devil's mouth refer to?

Monk Bukong's tone was neither urgent nor slow, and he was gentle and gentle. When he chanted scriptures, he must have the demeanor of a master who cleanses the world.

However, if it is used here, if it can arouse all the deep-seated filth in people's hearts, hand over the dominance to others, let negative emotions dominate in the heart, and set off a wave of resentment.

Abbot Wuchen, who had been quietly staying in place all this time, suddenly opened his eyes.

He propped up his body, sat cross-legged, and kept thinking.

Contrary to Monk Bukong, Abbot Wuchen's chanting are all true Buddhist words that can clear people's minds.

He has no cultivation base, and the rest can only rely on the mind of Buddha that has been cultivated for hundreds of years.

Extremely damaging to one's strength and longevity.

Every time he read a word, Abbot Wuchen's spirit would weaken a bit.

People have to be deceived by the monk Bukong, let alone a demon born of gathering evil spirits?

Unexpectedly, the devil stubbornly held back his tears, and his voice became weaker: "I dare not hate that elder sister."

It is the trembling and awe from the source of the soul.

The Demon King himself could not explain why.

But to be afraid is to be afraid.

Monk Bukong: "???"

Are the apprentices of Ren Linliu's family so scary? ? ?

He stretched out a finger, tapped the demon king's brow, and said with a smile, "Don't you hate it now?"

The devil's expression gradually became bewildered.

His eyes were red, and when he took a closer look, there was boundless greed inside: "Blood food..."

He wants more blood food.

No matter what you can't eat, you can't eat enough.

Only endless blood food can satisfy him.

Abbot Wuchen chanted faster and harder.

He read to the extreme, his wrinkles deepened, and he even vomited a mouthful of blood from his heart.

Monk Bukong looked at him like a mayfly shaking a tree, his eyes were pitiful and disdainful:

"I can't get over it, why bother?"

His words are ethereal, making people lose sight of the importance, but there is a hint of resentment:

"Thousands of years ago, the lonely evil was in power, and the people's lives were suffering. At that time, my Liudao Temple was full of incense, and when it came to Buddhism, the world was the first to recommend my Liudao Temple. However, the seniors of my temple willingly withered their spiritual veins and sank the pagoda. They sacrificed their own souls -"

One generation after another, just to find a thorough way to save the world and exterminate demons.

Monk Bukong swallowed the second half of the sentence, and asked Abbot Wuchen, "Where was your Wuwang Temple at that time?"

Abbot Wuchen vomited another mouthful of blood from his heart.

He was afraid of delaying the chanting, so he spoke quickly and vaguely: "In the place where the world is."

Where the world is, Wuwang Temple will be there.

If the world needs a support, Jiekong Temple will try its best to do it.

Now Abbot Wuchen looked at the Demon King and felt that he could still be saved, so he was willing to spare no effort to save his lifespan to save him.

If so.

Nothing else.

Even though Abbot Jiekong recited the scriptures fluently and resoundingly, the demon king's eyes were still getting more and more red.

Monk Bukong loosened the wrinkles on his face and smiled comfortably, "The guests outside should have arrived too."

He said to the Demon King: "Go, go and find your blood food."

In addition to the famous Six Sects of Immortal Dao, there are still aristocratic families of various sects, large and small.

The person in charge of them received the same post as the Suzerain of the Six Sects and stepped into the threshold of the Six Paths Temple.

When they saw the pagoda soaring to the sky and the majestic palace, they all admired: "As expected of the Six Schools of Immortal Dao, even if they are hidden in the world for thousands of years, they are still so majestic."

Monk Bukong smiled.

Ten thousand years ago, the ancestors of Liudao Temple were willing to cut off their incense sticks, destroy pagodas, and sink their spiritual veins. The pictures must be shocking.

For example, an illusion that traps everyone here now.

******

Gu Sha Mahayana heard Wei Heng's words, and fell back to his chair in shock.

It can't be blamed that he has never seen the world and made a fuss.

In fact, Dao Zun killed 200 demon species [-] years ago, which became the shadow of childhood in the hearts of all Gusha of this generation.

In addition to the recent visit to the Demon Palace, Riyue Zhaobi clearly told them:

Even in the prime of life, times change, your father is still your father.

Wei Heng: "My Taoist partner is still waiting for me to go back in Liudao Temple. I am in a hurry. If I don't let him go, I will draw my sword."

What can we do?

Dao Zun will not be more troublesome to deal with them scattered Mahayana transformation gods than when he dealt with [-] demons back then.

Even if the hostages are in their hands, they must have that life to threaten Dao Zun.

"It's easy to say, I'll bring the noble disciples here." Gusha Mahayana swallowed his saliva and wiped off his cold sweat. His thirst for knowledge made him unable to hold back his curiosity:

"Dao Zun Taoist... Is it the envoy of Greedy Wolf, or our Demon Dao Yihu Zhutian Yao girl?"

Zhong Gusha worried about their leader who was desperate for gossip.

"It's Tanlang. I will never leave him, and there will be no two of us."

Wei Heng's words and the screams of Moxiu who hurried over turned into a bolt from the blue at the same time: "Honorable One, something is wrong, Your Highest One! The hostages are gone!"

******

"Is it really okay for Senior Seven to take us out like this?"

To be cautious, Huai Shuangjian still asked the Lord of the Seventh Region.

"What's the matter?" The Lord of the Seventh Region waved his sleeves to brush away the snowflakes, wanting to see the illusion around him clearly, "There is no one who can fight Gusha now—"

Fearing what he was doing, the five words got stuck in the throat of the Lord of the Seventh Region.

If the three of them were in front of the Lord of the Seventh Region, they would definitely be lucky enough to see his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

But it doesn't matter, because the expressions of the three of them are not too different from seeing a ghost.

The person they saw didn't seem to be much different from a ghost.

"Demon... Demon Lord?"

The Lord of the Seventh Region wanted to kill himself, who he said just now that Gusha had no one who could beat him.

Isn't this the person who can fight the most in Gusha?

"it's me."

Let Xuetian nod his head, "Unexpectedly, you would still recognize me as a Demon Lord?"

The Lord of the Seventh Region smiled guiltyly: "Do you want me to take Mozun to Tanlang?"

Jean Xuetian: "???"

He couldn't put it into words: "Didn't Greedy Wolf kill you?"

"With the Demon Lord here, how could Greedy Wolf kill me?" The Lord of the Seventh Region thought that he still had a clear understanding of Shu Yao's thoughts.

Among the people Shu Yao wanted to kill the most, Rang Xuetian must have done his part.

He opened his mouth and said, "It's better not to intervene in matters that can be left to Han Sheng Ji Ying to solve, as a little demon cultivator like me."

Three people: "..."

It's as if he just blatantly said that no one Gusha can beat is him.

Lord of the Seventh Region: "Oh, Mozun, you may not know something. Now I am the second disciple of Daoxuanjianshan. I think it is better for me not to interfere with your grievances."

Citing Changyan: "???"

Rang Xuetian: "..."

He was even more speechless: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?"

Lord of the Seventh Region: "Then how do you want to find Tanlang, Demon Venerable?"

"Don't look for Greedy Wolf."

Let Xuetian smile, that smile is set off by Feixue, icy cold and murderous:

"Go to Jie Kong, I will kill Jie Kong first, and then deal with Greedy Wolf."