Tang Monk parked his car outside the shade of a huge hibiscus tree, and the Buddhist scripture collection team walked to the trunk of the tree.

"The poor monk San Buri came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. I had a chance to come to Futu Mountain today and came here to pay a visit to Zen Master Wuchao." Tang Monk kept his posture very low, and it was right to be cowardly in front of such a fierce man.

An old Zen master wearing a torn cassock jumped down from the grass nest in the tree. He came to the sutra-collecting team and made a Buddhist salute: "Poor monk Wuchao, I have seen the holy monk."

"Old Zen Master, you are so polite..." Tang Monk said, "I have heard from Tianpeng that there is a real person practicing here in Futu Mountain. Today, I can see that he really has the right way to practice."

"Holy monk, you're too polite. Old monk, I don't practice Zen or meditate. I'm just wasting my time... I can't compare with the holy monk who has a bright future, great opportunities, and great fortune..." Zen Master Wuchao sighed.

"Tianpeng... I originally wanted to take you to practice together, but I didn't expect that you would be so lucky to join the Buddhist scripture-collecting team. This is a destiny of destiny. If you seize it, you will surely soar into the sky." Zen Master Wuchao said as someone who has experienced it.

warned in a tone of voice.

Tianpeng nodded quickly: "Thank you Zen Master for your guidance."

"Meeting each other means destiny, and seeing each other today means the word destiny appears... The poor monk, the holy monk, and the monkey layman both practice the Golden Body School. The so-called golden body is refined by the fire, and the golden fire of the sun of the poor monk can help both of them.

, let the golden body go further." Zen Master Wuchao looked like he was giving away a great opportunity, which made the group overjoyed.

Especially Tang Seng and Sun Wukong, if they can have the golden body tempered by the sun, gold and fire, they can indeed go further and become more powerful.

Because Sun Wukong didn't make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, he didn't take a walk in the Bagua furnace this time. There was still a big step left in the cultivation of the Golden Body. The same was true for Tang Monk. Yang Hongru could borrow the Heavenly Thunder but not the Heavenly Fire.

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Immortals can make flames, which is the Samadhi True Fire, but the Samadhi True Fire is really not as good as the Sun Golden Fire of the Golden Crow tribe in terms of grade. Especially in terms of tempering the golden body, the golden body tempered with the Sun Golden Fire has the power of pure Yang.

Body protection and tempering effect are better.

"As for the white dragon...Give me your purple bamboo, and I will smelt it together with a hibiscus branch to help you refine a flying sword as a greeting gift...I, the Dragon Clan of the Demon Court, will suppress the world, and it can be considered a gift..."

I, the hero of the Demon Court...I am an old man, and I always like to recall the events of the past." Zen Master Wuchao sighed.

Tianpeng blinked: "Old Zen Master, what about me?"

"You...I really don't have anything that you can use. Your master's training is top-notch in the three realms." Zen Master Wuchao said with a smile.

Canopy:......

So angry!

I saw Zen Master Wuchao pointing his finger at the hibiscus tree, and two large balls of golden sun fire began to flourish on the treetops.

"You two can refine your golden body here. The sun, gold and fire are extremely domineering. Don't harm your foundation by trying to enter." Zen Master Wuchao ordered.

Tang Monk and Sun Wukong thanked Zen Master Wuchao: "Thank you Zen Master!"

The two of them jumped to the burning branch, and the pain of being burned by the sun's golden fire penetrated straight into their souls. Even if Tang Monk and Sun Wukong opened their golden bodies, they still felt pain in their hearts.

After seeing Tang Monk and Sun Wukong enter the state, Zen Master Wuchao began to help Xiao Bailong refine weapons. The biggest gain from this visit was actually Xiao Bailong. Thousand-year-old purple bamboo is a good material for weapon refinement, but there is no expert refiner.

Helping is just a waste of materials.

The grade of hibiscus branches is higher than that of ten-thousand-year-old purple bamboo. The two spiritual materials combined into one are even more awesome. The spirituality of the purple bamboo and the sharpness of the hibiscus branches... It is like a heifer riding a rocket - the cow is flying to the sky!

Whether it is weapon refining or body refining, it takes a certain amount of time. When Tianpeng is bored, he can only find a cool place to play with his mobile phone. The hibiscus tree is hotter than the heater, and with the fire of the Golden Crow...it will almost turn Tianpeng into meat.

Dry.

"Fellow Golden Crow, you are safe and sound!" While Tang Monk and Sun Wukong were practicing with their eyes closed, Zhenwu Emperor Yang Hongru stepped on the auspicious clouds and came to Futu Mountain.

Zen Master Wuchao pointed to the sun in the sky and said: "That is the Golden Crow, I am just the soul..."

"It's all you anyway, what's the difference between us? Thank you so much this time..." Yang Hongru said with cupped hands.

Zen Master Wuchao sighed: "If you can leave a way for these bastards of the demon clan in Nanzhan Continent to survive, then I will thank you... The demon clan indeed owes all kinds of debts to the human race. Isn't my body hanging in the sky to repay the debt?

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"Back then, you lichs made your eyes red and had to drag the human race in... You killed more than half of the hundreds of tribes in the prehistoric era. If the human race hadn't been able to survive, they would have been exterminated. It's a blessing that the human race can survive, otherwise the protagonists of the world wouldn't necessarily be the same now.

Who is it!" Yang Hongru sighed.

Zen Master Wuchao said depressedly: "How did you and Nuwa do it in the first place? You just created such a strong race out of thin air..."

"It's destiny... To be honest, if you demon clan had been kind to the human race and regarded the human race as a true ally, you wouldn't have lost both sides in the war between the lich and the lich. Those barbarians of the witch clan have no brains, so why can't you demon clan do the same?

Lost your mind? You must know that the human race was created by Nuwa, and is naturally close to you demon race... It is you who have forced your allies to become eternal enemies. A witch-killing sword, the souls of hundreds of millions of humans..." Yang

Hongru curled his lips and said.

Zen Master Wuchao sighed: "The great catastrophe is approaching, how many of the saints can keep calm? Even the demon emperor Fuxi, the elder brother of Nuwa, fought to the death and relied on Nuwa to reincarnate in the human race with his true spirit.

Rebuilding? I really don’t know why you can sit on Buzhou Mountain... Can’t the power of the great tribulation affect you?"

"Of course it won't affect me! I'm not a creature from the prehistoric era... I'm from the Pangu ethnic group and come from outside the prehistoric world... so the killings and tribulations of the prehistoric era against all the beings in the prehistoric era have nothing to do with me!" Yang Hongru said calmly.

Zen Master Wuchao:......

This is so fucking annoying! The lich has swept through all the tribes in the ancient world and they are almost losing their minds. You old tyrant is squatting in Buzhou Mountain to watch the show... It’s so hard to watch!

Zen Master Wuchao suddenly didn't want to say anything, and just stared at Yang Hongru with his hands behind his back.

Yang Hongru smiled calmly: "Why do you look at me like that? I don't owe you money?"

"Forget it... Whoever wants to resist the broken flag of the demon clan... I am just an autistic old monk squatting on Futu Mountain!" Zen Master Wuchao said dejectedly.

Yang Hongru hesitantly said: "I'm confused too! Your demon clan's base camp is in Beiju Luzhou, why are you here in Nanzhanbuzhou? You pretended to be a b and ran away in the Conferred God War... Then you go and raise your arms.

Maybe chanting can help you build a team."

"I don't have the spirit anymore. The saints have all left the Three Realms... There is nothing to fight for in this poor place." Zen Master Wuchao felt like he had seen through the world of mortals, and his words showed infinite loneliness.

Yang Hongru glanced at Tang Monk and Sun Wukong who were refining their bodies and then prepared to leave. This time, the "Sun Gold and Fire Body Refining Package" was a service that Yang Hongru had arranged with Zen Master Wuchao. As for what Yang Hongru needed to do was to help Nanzhan

The demon clan of Buzhou find a way out - this is the last thing that the tenth prince of the demon clan, Golden Crow, can do for the demon clan of Nanzhan Buzhou.

When Yang Hongru, the Zhenwu Emperor, was at his peak, Zen Master Wuchao, who was still called Taoist Lu Ya at that time, came to Yang Hongru for a lecture with a flying knife that killed immortals. But the treasure of Wu Xian Bu Zhan was in front of Yang Hongru's golden body.

Deflated.

Although the extremely sharp immortal-killing flying knife injured Yang Hongru's golden body, it did not take off his big head. After being beaten severely by Yang Hongru, Zen Master Wuchao became honest. This is how Taoist Lu Ya became a monk.

The real reason for becoming Zen Master Wuchao.
Chapter completed!