"Poor monk Queque, welcome Master Qingqu!"

Venerable Que Que, the eighth disciple of the Buddha, bowed to Qingqu.

Before his voice fell, the seventh disciple, the Venerable Xi Le, took a step forward and saluted Qing Qu: "I am a poor monk, Xi Le, welcome Master Qing Qu!"

boom!

Two extraordinary momentums pressed one on the left and one on the right and rushed towards Qingqu at the same time.

The smile on Qingqu's face did not diminish, he stopped and held hands at the two of them and returned the greeting: "You two eminent monks are very polite."

After saying that, lift your feet and take a step.

tread.

tread.

tread.

Qingqu's footsteps became heavier than before he stopped, making a heavy sound when he landed on the stone steps.

As he walked, he left footprints three inches deep on the hard bluestone steps.

After taking three steps up in a row, my steps became brisk again.

Thumb thump thump!

Que Que and the Venerable Xi Le took three big steps back, one step ten feet, and then their faces turned pale and they looked embarrassed.

The two of them couldn't suppress Qing Qu even though they worked together. Instead, Qing Qu counterattacked with his momentum and forced him back thirty feet, feeling that he was losing face.

"You two..." Qingqu glanced at the two of them and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Not bad."

When Que Que and the Venerable Xi Le heard this, their faces suddenly turned from white to red. They blushed with embarrassment and anger. They clenched their fists fiercely and wanted to fight Qing Qu.

There was a competition, but I didn't dare to be bold in front of the Buddha, so I could only grit my teeth and endure this resentment.

"Amitabha!"

"I haven't seen you for many years. The master of Qingqu Shang is even more majestic than before, which is enviable."

The great disciple Duoku Venerable suddenly said hello to Qingqu.

The sixth disciple who was about to step forward to learn Qingqu's sword power stopped when he heard the sound. He knew that Venerable Duoku did not want to see them continue to lose to Qingqu, because if they continued to lose, the face of Daleiyin Temple would be ruined.

It's going to be lost.

Qingqu raised his head and looked at Venerable Duoku floating on the high mountain in front of him, and replied with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for many years, but Venerable Duoku still likes to stand in a high place and talk to people, which is unpleasant."

"Ah…"

Venerable Duoku sneered.

Immediately, his eyes opened angrily, his palms slammed together in front of his chest, and dazzling Buddha light burst out from his body.

He stood there like a golden Buddha.

Looking closely, I saw that his body suddenly became extremely huge, and the shining golden Buddha head had grown to the height of Jiutian.

Under his gaze, everything in the world is as small as an ant.

"sharp!"

"Senior Brother Duoku has actually cultivated to the point where he becomes one with the Dharma's golden body."

"Let's see how he continues to be arrogant after clearing the channel."

Ada and other venerables all looked at Venerable Duoku and were secretly shocked.

"Ha ha…"

Qingqu suddenly laughed loudly.

Accompanied by laughter, his pace suddenly quickened.

Zheng!

Qingqu didn't have a sword in his hand, but everyone heard the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

The sword is in Qingqu's heart.

What is unsheathed is his sword intention and sword heart.

The vision of Ada and other venerables suddenly became blurred, and then Qingqu's figure disappeared. They only saw a sword flying on the stone steps.

The flowers, plants and trees on the mountain peaks on both sides of the stone steps all bent their branches towards the sword, as if worshiping.

In front of the Golden Buddha, one does not worship the Buddha, but worships a sword.

This sword dominates the scene, how domineering it is.

Several Venerables in Ada changed their expressions. Just now they were secretly laughing that Qingqu was about to be suppressed by Venerable Duoku, but as soon as Qingqu's sword was unsheathed, they could no longer laugh. They couldn't help but feel nervous for Venerable Duoku.

Get worried.

Whoosh!

Qingqu crossed the remaining thousands of steps in the blink of an eye and climbed to the top of the peak where the Main Hall is located.

As Qingqu's feet crossed the last stone step and reached the top, Venerable Duoku's expression suddenly changed and he took a step back.

This step is a hundred feet away.

His Dharma's golden body was broken.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Venerable Duoku and Venerable Ada all looked ashen.

They originally wanted to suppress Qingqu's arrogance, give him a show of strength, and let him know how powerful Buddhism is, but in the end they shot themselves in the foot.

Qingqu fought against three thousand Buddhist disciples with one man's strength and won a great victory.

They lost the face of Buddhism in front of Qing Qu, the great disciple of the Taoist sect.

Qingqu kept walking and walked straight towards the Main Hall. His eyes passed through the square in front of the hall, passed through the open door of the hall, and collided with the eyes of the Buddha in the hall.

After passing the level and beheading the general, the sword is in full swing.

"Juniors clear the canal and pay homage to the Buddha."

"I would like to say hello to you on behalf of my ancestor."

"I wish you long life and good luck."

Qing Qu walked into the main hall and bowed deeply to the Buddha.

The words are respectful and the etiquette is respectful, but the demeanor is not respectful at all.

The Buddha wanted to suppress his arrogance and save the face of Buddhism, but Qingqu did not get off the slope, but took advantage of the strong sword power and directly collided with the pressure of the Buddha.

"say hello?"

"???????????????Why do I think you are declaring war on behalf of the old man Niubi?"

Buddha asked coldly.

"this…"

"It's just a misunderstanding."

"The Buddhist disciples were really too enthusiastic. They lined the streets to welcome the juniors. The juniors were so excited that they responded even more enthusiastically to the Buddhist disciples."

"Buddha's Mingjian."

Clear the channels and returns.

His body still maintained the posture of bowing and saluting, not because he didn't want to straighten up, but because he was oppressed by the Buddha's momentum and couldn't stand up.

When all the Buddhist disciples outside the main hall heard Qingqu's words, their faces were livid with anger, but they had no shame to enter the main hall and argue with Qingqu.

"Haha, you do know how to say it."

"Don't be so enthusiastic next time. Buddhists can't bear it."

A smile suddenly appeared on Buddha's majestic face.

With this laughter, the pressure on Qingqu's body suddenly dissipated.

When all the Buddhist disciples heard the Buddha's laughter, instead of feeling relaxed, they all hung their heads in shame, feeling that they were all to blame for being useless and causing the Buddha to lose face in front of the Taoist juniors. Otherwise, why would he have said these words to resolve the embarrassment.

"OK, all right."

"I hope the Buddhist disciples will not be so enthusiastic next time. This junior's small body is a bit unable to bear it."

Qingqu smiled and straightened his back.

"Some time ago, I didn't know who wanted to snatch my Heavenly Throne. Do you know who it was?" Buddha asked.

"Ah?!" Qingqu was shocked when he heard this.

This news was really shocking to him.

Can the Heavenly Throne be snatched?
To be continued...