Outside Chang'an City, in Taoist temple.

There is green water on all sides of the mountain.

The golden and blue towers are hidden among the pine and bamboo, and they are vaguely seen with scales and twelve tiles, vermilion red and bright colors.

An unknown kingfisher stood on the branches, jumping and looking very agile.

Lu Dongbin carried a magic sword on his back and held a whisk in his hand. When he saw the four of them falling to the ground, he smiled and said, "You can walk around in the Taoist temple at will. If you feel bored, you can go out."

"It's just that there are many fish and dragons near Chang'an City recently, so be careful."

The four people nodded together. They were all outstanding disciples of the Xuanmen. They knew vaguely that the storm of Chang'an City would not be careless. Just as what happened just now, if Jin Yuchan had not been prepared and could communicate with the sect, it would be a good thing to meet a fierce demon saint like Li Yuanfeng.

After Lu Dongbin finished his order, he ignored them. He had a little bit of his feet, his shoes were dusty, and his sleeves were covered with clouds. He followed the mossy steps and came up to a pavilion in the center.

In the pavilion, spices burned in the copper pot with crane beak on the table, and smoke was curling.

The shadows of the rockery outside were casting in from outside the window, fish and dragons danced, and bells and chimes.

There was an immortal sitting on a bamboo couch. He was shaking a big fan with a strange appearance, with a haircut with a bare belly, a dragon's eyes and a curly beard, a red face and a strong body, and a calm expression. The clouds on the top door were as clear as water, covering the scriptures, breaking the mystery and pursuing the Tao, and every word was called an immortal.

When he saw Lu Dongbin coming in, the immortal on the couch shook his big fan and said with a smile: "Junior brother, what's the impression when I saw the Nine Demon Saints who were in the limelight today?"

This ancient-looking immortal has a feeling of breeze blowing on his face in his voice, which makes people feel troubled and very relaxed.

The pine wind and moon shadows are on the body, and the charm is natural.

Lu Dongbin came to the hall, sat down on his own, and smiled and said, "The new one changed to the old one. When he saw the young people now, he realized that he was really old."

"There are talents in the country and the world, and there are new people in the era."

Han Zhongli shook his big fan and was calm. Among the Eight Immortals, he had the thickest foundation and had seen the most ups and downs. He also laughed and said, "But listen to the words of his junior brother, Jiuhuang has exceeded the scope of the newcomer of the Era."

Lu Dongbin pondered for a moment, organized the language, and replied: "The style of a son of the Era."

"Son of the Era,"

Han Zhongli laughed and said, "If people in Buddhism would be unhappy to hear this."

"We all know that Sun Wukong's roots and feet are indeed unique and rare in heaven and earth. Even if compared with multiple epochs, they are all outstanding among the sons of the epochs."

Lu Dongbin spoke slowly, as if he was a dragon, and was free and easy, and said: "But this new demon saint is really not inferior to me. Maybe his luck is not as good as his, but in other aspects, it is even better than that."

"The great monster who can rise at this time,"

The scriptures behind Han Zhongli fell more and more, and every word collided, outlining the poetic scene of the river sending the moon and the sky wind greeting the waves. He was not moved and said, "Sun Wukong's future is limitless. After all, we all know that the more we go, the more we will know that luck is very critical. Luck is not in me, and his supernatural powers are inferior to the number of days."

"certainly,"

Han Zhongli had his own opinion and said: "No one can confirm the future. The fall of the son of the Era and even became a stepping stone for others. Li Yuanfeng's sudden appearance this time is probably the most upsetting Buddhist."

When Lu Dongbin thought of the agreement between Buddhism and the demon clan, he smiled. I am afraid that Buddhism really did not expect Li Yuanfeng to rise so quickly. Now, due to various limitations, the powerful Buddhists cannot take action, and they look restricted.

"Buddhist sects the initiative in the end."

Wallace Chung knew what his junior brother was thinking, and continued to speak, saying, "The great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism cannot take action, but there are really many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Buddhism. If they want to take action, Li Yuanfeng can't do much."

"There's another thing,"

Wallace Chung got up from the couch, shaking the brown fan, walking on the dragon and tiger steps, and the sun and the moon were on his body, saying, "If Li Yuanfeng made a big fuss, it might not be a bad thing for Buddhism. If such people jump around, some Buddhists will not sit idly by."

Lu Dongbin was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly understood what his senior brother meant.

The trend is in Buddhism, but why does Buddhism seem to be like that kind of crushing all the aura?

Although there is the resistance of the Xuanmen, more importantly, there is internal conflict in Buddhism. Sakyamuni and others who are in charge of the overall situation of Journey to the West are unable to suppress everyone. Others are watching coldly and unwilling to do their best.

But if it is really too noisy and makes the Buddhist face look bad, it will make up for the internal differences between Buddhism to a certain extent and allow them to unite with each other.

This is not impossible.

"Era changes, causal entanglement, no one can calculate everything."

Wallace Chung looked calm. After all, in the era, Buddhism was the main one. They got less money from the Xuanmen and cared less, so they were more comfortable in advancing and retreating. They said: "When things come, let's look at their own fortune and response."

Lu Dongbin didn't speak. In the era, there was a muddy water. No one could see who could stand out and who would fall in disaster. Now the only thing that can be judged is that Buddhism has the most advantages in trump card. Li Yuanfeng and others entered the market to take the snatch from the fire. On the territory of Buddhism, it became a natural light, but the dangers were very great and no major mistakes were allowed.

The pavilion is quiet for the time being.

Only the outside is covered with thick bamboo shade, new leaves and green bananas, and the shadows hit the window frame, mottled up and down.

After a while, Han Zhong left and said, "Let's stay here for a while. Once we see the Jin Chanzi in Chang'an Dharma Assembly, we can go back."

"Golden Cicada,"

When Lu Chunyang thought of the news he received from all aspects, his eyes were deep, and the magic sword behind him made a clear sound, and he slowly said: "Chang'an Dharma Assembly, Jin Chanzi's enemy is not outside, but inside, it depends on whether he can afford to the value of Sakyamuni and the four great Bodhisattvas in Buddhism."

"Golden Cicada,"

Wallace Chung sat down again, and this was an old friend.

Gu Huang stood in front of the Taoist temple and was saying goodbye to Jin Caiyan. He hung his sword on his waist, star dizzy behind him, and his voice was strong, saying, "When I see you next time, I will definitely be promoted to the celestial immortal and seek justice with the Nine Demon Saints."

Jin Caiyan nodded, as if responding to the crane cry of the partition wall, and as if responding to the handsome Gu Huang in front of him.

“See you soon.”

After Gu Huang finished speaking, he turned around and was hard to see with the naked eye. The luck on the top door was like a dragon and tiger entrenching, purple and blue converging, and then going up to another level.

Let’s talk about Li Yuanfeng, in the flying pavilion on Bai’s back, the eighth song and Luobao Money were integrated very smoothly. In a faint, the wings of Luobao Money vibrated faster and faster. In the end, they turned into phantoms and hid on the eyebrows of the eighth song.

Rumble,
Chapter completed!