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Chapter 673 Taoist Cover-up (6)

Dalongling, Jiulongdong.

Compared with the extremely luxurious Mingguang Cave in Yuanfu Mountain, Jiulong Cave is like a broken tile kiln.

There are no exquisite ornate buildings in the huge cave, only simple thatched wooden buildings. There are not many monks walking around in the cave. There are only Buddhist cultivators in gray monk robes, silent and sitting cross-legged.

Practice silently in thatched huts and wooden buildings, or under rocks everywhere.

Except for those novice monks who have just started and have little cultivation, the monks in Jiulong Cave don't eat much.

They eat wind and drink dew, use cultivation instead of food, and use the spirit of immortals to replenish their body's needs.

Even the novice novices only drink three bowls of thin porridge every day, and they don't even have pickles to go with it.

The entire Kowloon Cave is very silent. From morning to night, very few words can be heard. Including the little novice monks who are less than ten years old and like to run around the most, they only boxing under the leadership of their masters.

, refine Qi, soak in medicinal soup, temper the body, recite Buddhist scriptures, and understand Buddhist principles clearly.

You can often see little monks covered in muscles and tendons lining up in neat lines, silently carrying big rocks and running up and down the winding mountain road. From time to time, little monks fall, but there is no need to look aside.

With the urging of the leading monk, they quickly got up and continued running forward.

This is a standard penance stronghold.

Therefore, when Bodhisattva Joy came to the door with a group of disciples, he casually glanced at the Nine Dragon Cave, and Bodhisattva Joy curled his lips in disdain.

Everyone is wrong. Joyous Bodhisattva looks down upon Jiulong Cave... very much.

At the entrance of Jiulong Cave, there is a stone flat with a size of hundreds of acres, and below it is a cliff as high as a thousand feet. On the edge of the cliff, there are several lush Thuja trees. The Lord Jiulong is sitting cross-legged next to a big stone, facing

He looked at the chessboard, frowned, and slowly reviewed the score.

Venerable Jiulong came from the Dami Jinlun Temple, but his personality... He was not very good at dealing with the Condor Monk. Therefore, he was extremely talented and had practiced hard under the Condor Monk for many years, but he was just an ordinary inner sect disciple.

He failed to become a true disciple of the Buddhist lineage of Monk Condor.

Later, Venerable Jiulong became even more disgusted with his master. Monk Condor didn't even bother to buy a good dojo for Venerable Nine Dragons, and was just prepared to give him away in an ordinary cave.

This Dalong Ridge was the reward given by the Lord Buddha when the Venerable Jiulong participated in the Dharma Assembly hosted by Lord Buddha five thousand years ago.

After leaving Dami Jinlun Temple and moving to Dalong Ridge, Venerable Jiulong never went back to pay homage to Monk Condor. In appearance, the relationship between the two parties was still that of master and disciple, but in fact, they had long treated each other as guests.

Venerable Jiulong does not drink alcohol, eat meat, speak nonsense, and does not like fighting and violence. He also keeps a distance from the so-called Great Joy lineage and does not get involved in the fights between the major branches of Buddhism.

He likes to look at mountains, water, flowers, and the moon. He personally drew the drawings of the nine major cities and hundreds of cities under the jurisdiction of Jiulong Cave in Dalongling, and all the urban planning, greening, etc.

Those Hercules Vajras were made according to the drawings.

He also has a little hobby, which is drinking tea and playing chess.

His tea ceremony is ordinary, he is not very good at making tea, but his tongue is extremely sensitive and he is very good at 'tasting'.

And his chess skills...

He is the most famous chess player around Dalongling.

A few days ago, a Taoist Sanxian passed by. This Taoist Sanxian was quite famous for his chess skills. Lord Jiulong eagerly came to visit with a gift. He fought fiercely with the Sanxian for three days and lost thirty-six games.

With a bleak look on his face after losing, he fled back to Jiulong Cave in embarrassment.

At this moment, he was reviewing the chess game played a few days ago.

He was used to losing at chess, he had long been used to it... But this time, after losing thirty-six games in just three days, Master Jiulong felt that something was wrong!

"I dare not say that my chess skills are the best in Buddhism...at least I can be among the top 100." Venerable Jiulong took a big sip of bitter tea, held the chess pieces and muttered to himself: "Losing so miserably? It doesn't make sense.

There is absolutely no reason for this... uh, this step... this step..."

His brows were tightly knitted together, and a small fleshy bump appeared between his brows.

Venerable Jiulong looked at the chess pieces scattered on the chessboard with great distress. Venus flashed in front of his eyes, and there was a "rumbling" sound in his head. His energy and blood surged, and he almost fainted.

He casually grabbed a stone the size of a brick and slapped it on his forehead with a bang.

The stone was shattered and his head was a little clearer. Lord Jiulong hesitantly grabbed the chess piece and tried to land it on the chessboard.

At this time, the Bodhisattva Joy brought thousands of accompanying disciples, beating gongs and drums, and came swaggering with silk and bamboo shaking the sky. There were still dozens of miles away from this stone flat, and a rich fragrance of powder had already drifted over, attracting everyone.

The young monks who were running around carrying huge rocks all over the mountains and fields turned around in surprise one by one, staring intently at the Joyous Bodhisattva sitting on the chariot.

Well, when Bodhisattva Joy travels, he rides in a huge sandalwood dragon and phoenix chariot inlaid with seven treasures.

This chariot is extremely shaped...

In short, the extravagant and luxurious appearance is just that. The core component of this chariot is a large pink round bed. The Bodhisattva Joy is leaning on the bed at the moment, and dozens of female disciples are busy around him.

What a busy job... words can't describe it.

In short, those who were busy were doing things that, in the opinion of the Lord Jiulong, were simply evil heretics and should be chopped to death with a magic pestle.

Lord Jiulong's face darkened.

He stood up slowly, clasped his hands together, and a Buddhist chant resounded through the sky, like the roar of a giant bell, and terrifying sound waves swept away, shaking the extravagant and flashy team into chaos, with countless flower monks beating gongs, drums, flutes and pianos.

Weeping and shouting, their heads hurt sharply from the shock of his loud shouts. They dropped their instruments, covered their heads and rolled around.

Joyous Bodhisattva waved his right hand, and a piece of pink Buddha light fell down, protecting his disciples, and scolded him very unhappy: "Jiulong, you are so rude, my uncle came to the door, what are you doing? What are you doing to my uncle?

Any dissatisfaction?"

Lord Jiulong's eyes were filled with a layer of snowy light, and his whole body was filled with chills. He looked like an eternal snow mountain, standing steadily beside the cliff.

He looked at the group of people and said calmly: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Uncle Xile coming here. It was Jiulong's fault that he missed the welcome... It's just that Jiulong Cave is crude and crude, and cannot welcome too many distinguished guests.

Please also ask Uncle Master to keep my disciples outside the mountain and not come any closer."

Joyful Bodhisattva was extremely angry: "How presumptuous...Aren't Master's disciples qualified to step into the Jiulong Cave? If so, Master, I must bring them in?"

Lord Jiulong coughed lightly: "The disciples will personally break their legs!"

After a pause, Venerable Jiulong added seriously: "Regardless of men and women, if your disciples dare to step into Jiulong Cave, it will disturb the Taoist minds of the monks under your disciples...the disciples may even kill people!"

Venerable Jiulong has a very deep voice and a very serious attitude.

If these flower monks and nuns under the seat of Happy Bodhisattva really dare to make noise, cause nuisance, and kill people in his Nine Dragon Cave, it's not like he has never killed them before.

He just doesn't want to go to war without permission, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability to go to war!

Outsiders only say that Venerable Jiulong is one of the great arhats in Buddhism, and one of the most powerful men in the Bodhisattva realm... Only Venerable Jiulong himself knows it well. He has been cultivating in Dalong Ridge for thousands of years, and he has already broken through three levels.

The ten heavens condensed into the true immortal personality of the thirty-one heavens!

And the thirty-first heaven... in Buddhism, is the entry line to the Bodhisattva realm!

However, Venerable Jiulong doesn't like to be in the limelight, so what benefit can a mere title of 'Bodhisattva' bring to him? Therefore, for many years, he still has not publicized this news to the outside world.

With Venerable Jiulong's current level of cultivation, even if the realm of the Bodhisattva Joy is one level higher than him... he can still kill the Bodhisattva Joy with one hand. A 'Warrior Monk' who specializes in fighting, and a

Among the 'Flower Monks' who are proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, who do you think has the strongest fighting power? Who has the weakest fighting power?

Not to mention, after coming to Dalongling for so many years, the Lord Jiulong did not spend all the income and output of Dalongling on eating, drinking and having fun, but invested not a single copper penny in his own family.

The collected disciples and disciples.

As mentioned before, the annual income of a White Dragon City is enough to cultivate ten new true immortals!

There are nine main cities under the jurisdiction of Jiulongdong in Dalongling, which are equivalent to Bailong City... There are hundreds of other large cities, and hundreds of thousands of other small and medium-sized cities, with countless mineral deposits, medicinal materials and other outputs.

The resources earned in one year are such huge astronomical figures.

Lord Jiulong used all these resources to train his own disciples.

Over the years, Jiulongdong has accumulated extremely strong power. Now the total number of true immortal level disciples exceeds 800, and all of them have strong foundations and superhuman combat power. The lowest level ones are above the third level of heaven!

That is to say, Venerable Jiulong has a stubborn "consciousness of quality" and pays attention to "elite training" for his disciples, focusing on quality rather than quantity.

Otherwise, with the resources he has spent over the years, he would be able to cultivate at least 30,000 to 50,000 new first-level true immortals!

But even if a hundred thousand first-level immortals form a formation, they can't withstand the attack of his eight hundred true immortals!

True immortal disciples who have cultivated above the 83rd level of heaven are the confidence of Venerable Jiulong - if you, Joyous Bodhisattva, dare to act recklessly in Jiulong Cave, Venerable Nine Dragons would really dare to break the other person's head and throw him out!

His Dalong Ridge was the dojo he won from participating in the Lord Buddha's Dharma Assembly.

This means that there is a Lord Buddha taking care of him behind him, and he is not at all afraid of the so-called backer of the Bodhisattva Joy.

Joyful Bodhisattva pulled the tiger skin of the Buddha of Precious Light and Merit to make a big flag... This kind of thing can scare a small family, but it can also scare someone like the Nine Dragons Venerable. Isn't it a real Buddhist guard?

The Bodhisattva Joy was so angry that his face turned pale.

He stood up tremblingly, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay, okay, you, very good... I won't argue with you today. Let me ask you, I heard that the boy who serves the fragrance under me, Yin Xiu, has been here before."

Dalongling, is this possible?"

Lord Jiulong suddenly looked confused!


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