Super Fortune Teller

Liu Cheng originally thought that he had been drunk for four or five minutes, and was about to urge Zhen Qi to disperse alcohol, but he did not expect to see such a person.

The man walked from a distance, and the glow on his body was extremely dazzling, like a real halo surrounding him, like a fairy Buddha in the legend.

The other three also noticed this person's arrival.

Immediately, the four of them urged Zhenqi to disperse the wine at the same time. Soon they put down their glasses and stood up at the same time.

"This person is a contemporary Buddha!" ​​Qi Zhen whispered.

"It's terrible cultivation base," Qian Zizi also whispered, "This person must have cultivated the "Sutra of Transformation", and the power of transformation in his body has almost surpassed many old monks!"

Wang Zhao narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Liu Cheng also guessed the identity of this person. At this time, the Buddha had already walked over.

"Liu Cheng of Linjiang Branch, I have seen Buddha!" ​​Liu Cheng consciously was the host, so he spoke first.

At the same time, the other three also followed and said: "Nanjing branch (Longhushan, Maoshan), Wang Zhao (Qianyezi, Qizhen) has seen the Buddha!"

Wearing a white monk robe, the Buddha walked past the dust, and spoke softly, his voice surpassing the heavens.

"Little monk has seen four people!" He bowed, and the four of them felt even more sacred.

Even Liu Cheng couldn't help thinking that this man is indeed a contemporary Buddha, and his temperament alone is no less than the legendary fairy Buddha.

At this time, Wang Zhao smiled and said: "I heard that Buddha had conquered a few evil monks from southern Xinjiang on his way to Linjiang. I wonder where those people are now?"

The Buddha smiled calmly: "The three people were outside the venue. I was worried that the three people would affect the excitement of the venue, so I didn't bring them in!"

All four were taken aback for a while, and Liu Cheng immediately asked: "The Buddhist school does not emphasize equality among all beings. Why should the Buddha treat these three evil monks in a different light!"

"Evil monk, he regards the common people as ants, even my Buddhist disciples can get angry with King Kong!" Buddha said with a faint smile, there was an irresistible magic in his voice.

Liu Cheng didn't expect that the Buddha would answer him in this way, and he was very surprised. He immediately took two glasses of wine and handed one to the Buddha, "Buddha, how about a drink together?"

The Buddha took the wine glass graciously, and the other three also picked up the wine glass.

The five people drank all at once, and the Buddha couldn't help but praised: "Wine, a rare wine!"

If it is said that the Buddha just now doesn't touch the smoke and smoke, then the current Buddha really has a bit of red dust.

"If the Buddha likes it, I will give you a few bottles!" Liu Cheng smiled. He heard Yang Hua say that this time the Linjiang branch spent hundreds of millions of dollars in order to host the event. This is a century alone. Zhuyeqing has stored thousands of bottles, and they are all specially made for two catties.

After listening to Liu Cheng's words, the Buddha immediately nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your kindness, the poor monk!"

After speaking, he turned and wanted to leave.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Buddha, you and I have not yet distinguished the victory or defeat on the road, do you have a high and low here today?"

As soon as this voice appeared, everyone seemed to smell a strong smell of blood and hurriedly looked back.

I saw a young man in his twenties, wearing a black and black Taoist gown, standing there, the whole person looks mediocre, definitely the kind of character that can't be seen in the crowd.

But at this moment, almost no one didn't feel that there was a strange magic power in this person, as if he had walked out of the darkness. Not only that, his body was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was extremely terrifying.

"Who is this person?" Liu Cheng was taken aback.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it!" Qian Ye Zi said in a deep voice, obviously he is also looking like a big enemy.

Wang Zhao was also full of doubts, "The murderous intent on this person is so terrible, how come I never knew that there is such a figure in the Southern metaphysics world!"

"I haven't seen it either..." Qi Zhen also whispered, suddenly seeing something, and couldn't help exclaiming, "What is behind him?"

Liu Cheng and others were taken aback for a moment, and then they noticed that there was a long sword hanging on the back of this man. Why was it said that it was "hanging". When using a sword as a weapon, ordinary people either hold it in their hand or slung it across Around his waist, or the scabbard stuck on his back, and this person just hung the sword on his back at will, and there was another sword stuck on his back.

"That's it?" Wang Zhao was also a little puzzled when he saw the sword.

Qi Zhen trembled, "It can't be wrong, that is Yang Yan's sword!"

"Yang Yan?" Wang Zhao was also taken aback, "Yes, that's Yang Yan's sword, I just said how familiar it is!"

Qian Ye Zi also frowned, "Yang Yan's sabre is on him, it doesn't mean..."

He didn't finish what he said, but the meaning was already obvious.

Even the Buddha could not help but move.

Qianyezi, Buddhazi and Liu Cheng didn't know Yang Yan, but it didn't mean they had never heard of Yang Yan.

Yang Yan is the representative of the Lin'an Branch of the Metaphysical Society and Qi Zhen's best friend.

Qi Zhen and Yang Yan almost grew up together. They both awakened their talents for cultivating at the same time. They just joined the Daomen Longhu Mountain and the Linan Branch of the Xuan Society.

Unexpectedly, after waiting until now, Yang Yan could not wait until Yang Yan, but he found Yang Yan's sword on a murderous and **** young Taoist priest.

"Who are you? Why do you have Yang Yan's saber?" Qi Zhen was young and vigorous and had always been warlike. At this moment, seeing his friend's sabre on someone else, he was even more furious, and he stepped forward and asked.

The young Taoist priest just glanced at Qi Zhen faintly, and raised his eyebrows, "Yang Yan? Oh, yes, that person seemed to say his name was Yang Yan before he died!"

"What?" Qi Zhen seemed to have heard the most unbelievable news of his life, "You actually killed Yang Yan!"

"Amitabha Buddha," the Buddha stepped out, blocking Qi Zhen and the young Taoist priest, and then said to the young Taoist priest, "Donor, I hurriedly said goodbye last time, I didn't expect the donor to kill again!"

The young Taoist priest stared at the Buddha with a sneer: "Hey, I wanted to fight you last time, but I didn't expect you to avoid it. I just met a pretty good guy, and I instantly took him to sacrifice the sword!"

After finishing speaking, the long sword hanging on his back shook and fell directly to the ground.

"By the way, take his sword, kid, if you want it, take it!" The young Taoist stared at Qi Zhen and said nonchalantly.

"Looking for death!" Qi Zhen yelled coldly, his breath burst, he passed directly by the Buddha, and patted the mysterious young Taoist priest with a palm.

"Humph!" The young Taoist snorted coldly, and he didn't see how complicated the movements were. The same palm was filled with blood, and he immediately patted it.

"Bang!" With his palms intersecting, Qi Zhen only felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be reversed in an instant, and his whole body trembled, then flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

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