"Master Cheng Tang, what are the advantages of this?" Sima Chengzhen was so embarrassed that he was squeezed by Tang Cheng's words. When he heard the words of the second soul, he thought he was helping him, so he was happy first.

The second soul smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "I dare not take it for you. Our monks reversed the yin and yang, and were ashamed of the sun and the moon, and proud of the world. Why should we be obsessed with the struggle between words!"

Sima Chengzhen's smile froze on his face. Sure enough, the second soul said again: "The two people are not likely to argue with each other. It is better for you to use your fists to determine the outcome. Right or wrong are naturally clear at a glance."

Fei Xiang stroked his beard, concealing his expression of being about to make him laugh, and shouted loudly, "No, it's the so-called "no fight" and no acquaintance, and a smile to eliminate grudges when we meet is the demeanor of our monks!"

Sima Chengzhen glanced at the second soul deeply, not understanding why the other party put himself on the fire, but he definitely wouldn't respond at this time. Facing Tang Cheng who was sneering, he felt that he had no chance of winning.

The monk Faxing walked up and looked tragic, saying, "Everyone, Nalanda Temple and Pudu Zen Buddhism have withered, and the south of the river has become a ghost creature. Even if it is not for the people of the world, we need to work together for our own future. Why is such a battle of will?"

Those who would say such empty words were extremely disdainful when everyone heard them. However, since the Dharma nature stood up, it naturally had its plans. Then, he continued: "True Tang is the old monk, who is the old monk, who is in the water and fire, and he will recreate his gratitude to save his life. The old monk's gratitude to Jianzhai is as deep as the sea of ​​abyss, and his words are indescribable."

"Tang Zhenren Zeng Li killed the demon clan's wonderful winged holy king. This pair of feather-winged artifacts belongs to that person. Although they are broken, they are also a pair of medium-grade artifacts. Today, the old monk returns the jade to Zhao."

As he said that, the monk Faxing suddenly fell to the ground and said, "True Tang, you know the power of the demon emperor Wutian. If we cannot work together, wouldn't we be defeated by each of the demons?"

The second soul's eyes were cold and his palms were closed without saying a word. Tang Cheng smiled coldly, and he already understood the choice of monk Faxing. He decided to hold Lou Guandao's thigh in order to avenge Nalanda Temple. Since monk Faxing had chosen a camp, he naturally had to divide the boundaries with himself. These golden pairs of wings were a proof of the meaning of cutting robes between each other.

Tang Cheng walked up and, in the fierce eyes of everyone, reached out and picked up the wings of the Saint King of Whispers, put them in the storage ring, then helped up the Dharma and said, "Tang admires the master's choice, but he cannot agree with it!"

After looking around, Tang Cheng saw Monk Xuanbing. After being displaced, this monk who was ignorant of the world had already known the human nature and the world, and naturally knew what the actions of Monk Faxing meant. As long as Tang Cheng took over the golden wings, he agreed not to make things difficult for Lou Guandao. Nalanda Temple's position was extremely clear.

Seeing the gaze that Tang Cheng cast, Monk Xuanbing felt ashamed. If there were cracks on the square, he would not hesitate to jump in.

He raised the corner of his mouth gently and Tang Cheng turned around and left.

Fei Xiang looked at Monk Faxing up and down with deep eyes. The other sects looked at each other speechlessly, but a good show was disrupted by Monk Faxing, and he was very excited.

The second soul swept twice in the field and saw the visitor sitting cross-legged in the square without disturbing each other. Obviously, they were very worried about the future situation, which made them not in the mood to hook up with each other. From this point alone, we can see that everyone has no sincerity to form an alliance with each other, and the second soul is a little worried about the future.

However, he had no choice.

The relationship between Tantric Buddhism and the six sects of Middle-earth has always been bad, but the second soul doesn't care about these things. He has thought about bringing Tantric Buddhism to the Middle-earth world, so he has no substantial conflict with the Huanzhen Taoist and Pure Land Sect, and has no intersection with Shengxian Temple and Leiyin Temple.

Nowadays, it is rare for everyone to gather together, so the second soul naturally needs to establish a good relationship with them. Or this relationship cannot bring any benefits to the second soul, but it will not bring any harm, right?

The second soul first found the monk Bianji who was observing the Halloween carving railing. First, they were both monks and the topic was easier to open up. Second, the Western Regions and the East China Sea were hundreds of thousands of miles apart, and there was no conflict of interests between them. Even when the six sects of Zhongtu were besieged and massacred Changqingchun Geer Temple, the Three Immortal Islands of the East China Sea did not participate.

"Fellow Daoist Bian Ji, please!"

"Amitabha, does Master Cheng Tang know the little monk?" Monk Bian Ji did not doubt that he had always been in Central China and had only fought with Tangcheng in Kunwu Jianzhai for many years. He spent most of his time in seclusion on the Abbot's Immortal Island to practice. How could the living Buddhas from the Western Regions know him Bian Ji?

The second soul looked at the puzzled expression of Monk Bianji without saying much. After entering, he stroked the vivid sculpture of the Maori chicken and said, "The scenery of the East China Sea is indeed spectacular, but you will be tired after watching it for a long time. If you have time, fellow Daoist Bianji might as well visit the Western Regions. Whether it is the desolate Gobi Desert or the tempting desert oasis, it will have a unique flavor. At that time, the little monk will definitely sweep the bed to greet him."

Monk Bianji was a stubborn person and asked again: "Master Cheng Tang has not answered my question yet!"

The second soul smiled and said, "Okay! It was Zhenren Tang from Kunwu Jianzhai who told the little monk, so the little monk has admired fellow Daoist Bian Ji for a long time!"

Monk Bianji then smiled and said, "So that's how Zhenren Tang is a master. He was still in the realm of Yuandan and could defeat the young monk. Now that he has advanced to the Yuanshen, he still doesn't know how powerful it will be, and it's even more unfathomable. It's a pity that Sima Chengzhen didn't face the battle."

After hearing what Monk Bian Ji said, the two looked at each other and understood each other. Obviously, Lou Guandao's eating habits were too ugly, and Leiyin Temple, which was called remote in the East China Sea, was also resentful. If they could see each other's jokes, they would never refuse.

The second soul admires the freedom and freedom of Bian Ji. Not everyone will use their clumsiness to show others' cleverness. Bian Ji does not hide his own failures, and obviously has strong confidence in finding this place one day in the future.

Looking at the handsome and graceful monk, the second soul smiled and said, "It's a pity, but there are opportunities in the future. If fellow Daoist Bianji wants to fight Tang Zhenren, remember to call the young monk to watch the battle, it will definitely be a wonderful battle!"

Monk Bianji was full of confidence and said, "It must!"

The second soul left, and he only wanted to praise Monk Bianji, but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, he was even more mysterious. Even though the Western Regions were desolate, the three great masters of Tantric Buddhism were not easy to spread. They all turned to the second soul, which showed their cleverness. However, the second soul has always been mysterious, and it is now the first time he has appeared in public.

There are countless people who pay attention to him openly and secretly.

The second soul bid farewell to Monk Bianji and immediately walked towards the girls of Shengxian Temple. The reason why the second soul knew about the other party was because of Liu Jueyin, a disciple of Shengxian Temple.

At that time, they met in the East China Sea. At that time, Tang Cheng had a deep impression of Liu Jueyin. It is rumored that all the disciples of Shengxian Temple are more beautiful than immortals, while Liu Jueyin's appearance is extremely mediocre.

But today, Liu Jueyin was not here alone. It was obvious that an elder was by her side. The second soul did not show off her magical powers. He walked over step by step, stood there ten feet away, and said together: "Two fellow Taoists, please! I have seen two real people in the city of Tang in the Tantric Sect!"

"I dare not! The master is polite!" After pausing, the older woman said again: "Little woman Dongfang Xiu, this is my junior nephew Liu Jueyin!"

Dongfang Xiu is worthy of his name and can be regarded as the most beautiful person. The East China Sea is very beautiful, and Dongfang Xiu occupies three parts. Even though he is the second soul to practice Buddhist techniques, he is also shocked by his appearance.

The second soul was stunned and came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It is said that there are immortals living on Penglai Island, eating clouds and dew, ice makes the skin and jade makes the bones. I have always been skeptical about my beliefs. When I see you today, I realize that what is said in the text is not false!"

Tang Cheng said this compliment at some level, which made Dongfang Xiu not disgusted. She smiled and said nothing more. Instead, Liu Jueyin glared at Tang Cheng fiercely behind her and cursed to herself: What a lustful monk.

The second soul said: "Penglai Immortal Island is indeed beautiful and extraordinary, but the Western Regions also has a unique scenery. If you have some leisure time in the East, you might as well come and see the spectacular scenery of the Western Regions. I am sweeping the bed in the Baita Sutra Courtyard to greet you."

Dongfang Xiu smiled softly and said, "If you have time, you should bother the master!" There was a perfunctory smell hidden in his tone, so how could the second soul not hear it?

After leaving the two women, the second soul was about to go to find the monk from the Pure Land Sect to have a bag, but unexpectedly, a crisp sound of a jade chime came out from the Sect Holy Palace. With the lingering sound, ten soul monks came out in two rows and stood on the left and right.
Chapter completed!