Old friend?

Could it be said that this Taoist Master of Taiping Dao is still related to this monk?

Those who heard this subconsciously looked at the monk's bowl that Huikong took out.

The monk's bowl had the texture of pottery as a whole. It was obviously an object from a long time ago, at least for hundreds of years. When everyone was speculating about the relationship between the Taoist Master of Taiping Dao and the monks, Wei Yuan did not touch the monk's bowl and shook it.

Shaking his head, he said calmly:

"I don't remember seeing you before."

He really had no impression.

The look in Daoyan's eyes condensed.

There was confusion in his eyes, but also suspicion and distrust.

He has lived for more than six hundred years and has an almost instinctive sense of trust in his own judgment and divine calculations. Moreover, when he first saw the Taoist Master of Taiping Dao, that instinctive feeling was almost telling him that in front of him,

This Taoist is the doctor back then.

But the other party just said that he didn't recognize the pottery.

A trace of emotion appeared in Dao Yan's eyes. He stared at the mask on the man's face, trying to see more clearly. However, because of the mask, he could only identify the other person's emotions from his eyes, and he could not do so 100% of the time.

grasp.

Wei Yuan said: "Since we are here, let's get started."

Huikong clasped his hands together, recited a Buddha's name, took out a Buddhist pagoda, put it on the table, and said in a calm voice: "Since it is about discussing the Dharma, the poor monk has a magic weapon here called Dream Bubble. Send someone else to enter it with a ray of spiritual thought.

How about turning into an ordinary body and then just using our respective Dharma methods to discuss the Tao?"

Wei Yuan understood.

This pagoda can accommodate the spiritual thoughts of ordinary people.

Then the spiritual thoughts turned into bodies in the pagoda. This manifested body can only use the new methods from Wei Yuan's side, or the old methods from Buddhism, and then fight with each other to separate them into upper and lower groups. Wei Yuan ordered

He nodded and said: "Okay."

Huikong said: "This object is the most precious treasure of my Buddhist sect. It needs a Taoist friend with superb cultivation to control it. But you and I discuss the Dharma, so this should not be presided over by my Buddhist sect. Otherwise, the Taoist friend may not accept it, but he cannot."

Let people from the Taoist sect take charge, otherwise there will be complaints among the Buddhist disciples."

"Based on what I think, a person who can really convince the world should be selected to be in charge of this thing. Only in this way can fairness be ensured. What do you think?"

Everyone heard what the monk meant.

Those who are truly not biased towards any party have one person in mind subconsciously.

Wei Yuan's expression softened, he nodded and said, "That's true."

He tapped the void with his fingers and said in a gentle voice, "Guan Sheng Emperor, I'm tired."

Everyone's hearts moved, and with the stream of light, they saw the Martial Saint who was wearing an armored battle robe and carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Sword coming from afar. He looked solemn. Not to mention that after seeing Guan Yunchang, they were excited and wanted to take pictures with their mobile phones.

Afraid of offending the God of Wealth, the onlookers could only respectfully and silently recite their wishes in their hearts.

Even an old monk like Huikong, who has been chanting sutras and chanting Buddha since he was a child, still has full respect for Guan Yunchang. He still remembers the withered and yellow Romance of the Three Kingdoms placed under the pillow in the monk's room when he was young. He always regrets the death of Guan Yunchang. Now

Seeing the real person, the old monk stood up and bowed.

Guan Yunchang nodded slightly and looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan told him in advance, so even if he couldn't detect the familiar true spirit breath on Wei Yuan's body now, he didn't feel any strange. Wei Yuan pointed to the pagoda on the table and told him what just happened. Guan Yunchang nodded slightly.

, said: "It's so simple, Guan understands."

"However, if you lose, Master Yuan, Guan will not be biased."

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "This is how it should be."

Then he looked at the old monk in front and said:

"With Guan Sheng Emperor in charge, the Buddhists shouldn't have any objections, right?"

Huikong nodded, and originally wanted to say, 'Since it is Jialan Bodhisattva in person, then there is no problem for the poor monk.' However, before Jialan could say the word, he saw the powerful Bodhisattva Jialan.

The general's red phoenix eyes seemed to be looking at him slightly. Although he had been practicing for a lifetime, the chill that surged into his heart at that moment still made his thoughts freeze.

The peerless general who emerged from fighting among thousands of troops was truly terrifying.

The old monk ‘follows good deeds like a stream’.

Putting his hands together, he just nodded and said: "The poor monk has no objection."

"Master Yuan Island, please."

"There is a magic circle in this tower that can reveal what happens inside."

"The two of us are discussing Taoism outside, while the other two are testing the quality of the method inside. We are both civilized and military. I wonder what Yuandao's plan is?"

Wei Yuan nodded in agreement.

Huikong sat cross-legged on the left, Wei Yuan on the right, and then, behind Huikong, a tall man suddenly walked out, wearing a monk's robe, but even the monk's robe could not hide the bulging muscles, his expression was solemn and majestic, and his bare feet

, his temperament has a fierceness mixed with solemnity.

Huikong clasped his hands together and said, "Buddhism is boundless and cannot be explained by ordinary people."

"This is my Buddhist Arhat, Crouching Tiger, entering the pagoda to fight."

Crouching Tiger Arhat?!

What the old monk said made everyone in an uproar.

The status of the Arhats who subdued the tiger and subdued the tiger was already very high in Buddhism. Among the eighteen Arhats, the two who subdued the dragon and subdued the tiger were the most famous. Most of the bystanders were just excited because of the sudden appearance of the important figures, but everyone in the Taoist sect came back to the feeling.

But he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.

This is Tian Ji's method of redeeming his money during horse racing.

First, take out the magic treasure pagoda, and find someone who can be recognized by both parties and most people to take charge of it. In this case, you have to ask the Holy Emperor Guan to come forward, and the other party knows about the Holy Emperor in the Dao Sect. Then, enter the tower.

Those who fight just throw out the lurking arhats who don't know where they are hiding.

Huikong's voice was calm and he said: "Master Yuan, the difference between victory and defeat depends on you and me discussing the law."

"The Crouching Tiger Arhat is just helping the old monk demonstrate, and it doesn't have much help in winning or losing."

You bald old thief, how dare you open your eyes and tell lies!

Discussing the Dharma only provides the basis for fighting.

What about experience? What about judgment? And what about the mastery of supernatural powers?

I don’t know how the Fuhu Arhat survived, but his advantages in these aspects are simply endless.

Some disciples of the Taoist sect were furious.

Just get up.

But he was grabbed by the elder next to him.

At this moment, some of the ordinary people watching this scene also came to their senses. Buddhism's methods seemed not so fair, but the appearance of Fuhu Arhat aroused the interest of most people, and they watched this scene with interest.

Waiting for the candidate of Dao Sect.

Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Huikong was slightly startled, then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Immediately, as if he was worried that Wei Yuan would regret it, he spoke the true Buddhist teachings he said. Behind him, a ray of spiritual thought flew out from the Crouching Tiger Arhat and went straight into the pagoda. A huge illusory picture appeared in the void, and a monk

appeared there.

The old monk bowed slightly and said:

"I wonder who Dao Master Yuan sent to take action?"

What he was worried about was Zhang Ruosu taking action.

In that case, Fuhu Arhat's wisp of spiritual thought may not be able to defeat the Longhushan Celestial Master who dominates the world for two decades. However, seeing Zhang Celestial Master over there sitting still, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief and added:

"Do you have any disciples? Or friends?"

He wants to lock the person who takes action between these two types of people.

Wei Yuan shook his head, held a treasure basket between his fingers, and said in a calm voice:

"Are you done?"

"Then be quiet."

"Where is Zhao Gongming of the Black Tiger Mysterious Altar?" ??!

Huikong's face looked slightly condensed.

No way……

There was a low roar of a tiger in the void, which shook people's hearts, and the dragon beast in the sea of ​​clouds also let out a long roar. The voices of the dragon and the tiger mingled, and a figure walked out of the void, with a black face and thick beard, a black tiger on his crotch, and one hand.

Holding a golden whip and wearing military uniform, he is extremely heroic.
To be continued...