He waved to Monk Benxiang, and Monk Benxiang led a group of junior disciples to Lu Qian's side.
A pair of eyes nearly as big as a bowl of ocean stared straight at Lu Qian's face, whose facial features were lingering in the rays of light. He looked over and over again, and he clasped his hands solemnly: "May I ask the name of the master? It seems that the disciple has never seen the master?"
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Lu Qian looked at the original monk with a smile.
Tsk, Ah Hu, who works hard to recruit disciples, always chooses this kind of guy who is big, burly, and has a hint of gangsterism in his bones. At first glance, he looks like a great monk. If you look closely, he looks more like a monk wearing cassocks.
The goods of an old bandit!
This person, if he dresses up a little and goes to block the road, he doesn't even need to shout the famous slogan "I drive this mountain", the passing merchants will obediently empty their pockets and donate money and materials to him!
There is an extremely strange feeling in my heart.
Gee, this can be regarded as his 'next generation', right? Although he is A Hu's apprentice, the tiger men of Baihu Hall are all good brothers who are bound by blood, so they are equivalent to their own apprentices.
Hey!
Lu Qian raised his hand and touched the big head of the original monk affectionately: "He is a good man, but this magical power is a bit crude... How did Ahu teach his disciples? Apart from beating and chopping hard, you
What else?"
Ben Xiang and a group of junior disciples widened their eyes at the same time.
He didn't have the slightest objection to Lu Qian reaching out to touch his big head - he felt the closeness and affection coming from Lu Qian, just like the doting affection from his own grandfather.
This feeling reminded Ben Xiang of a long, long time ago, when he was just a gangster on the street who picked up bags. When the owner caught him and almost beat him to death with a stick, Ahu suddenly fell from the sky and took him in as his disciple.
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At that time, Ahu was so affectionate, stroking his little head intimately.
Ben Xiang's heart felt inexplicably hot, and his originally straight waist bent inexplicably, and he smiled and said to Lu Qian: "Hey, hey, this is what Master taught me... uh, there is also some Buddha's light, Dharma and so on.
, but it’s too trivial, we are too lazy to learn it, and we can’t learn it..."
"Uh, may I ask your name?" Benxiang asked again very carefully.
"Well, let's not talk about it for now, for fear of scaring people away." Lu Qian smiled and made a strange gesture with his hands - his fingers overlapped, making a handprint similar to a tiger's head. This was a long, long time ago,
The tiger men of Baihudang who were still hanging out on the streets of Dayinhojing used gestures to convey messages to each other on certain special occasions when verbal communication was not convenient.
This gesture made by Lu Qian represents the identity of the eldest brother of Baihu Hall!
I don’t know if Ahu and the others have passed down this set of gestures!
The result is good!
As soon as Lu Qian made this gesture, his true appearance, his original wish, and the 108 great monks in the formation all clasped their hands together, and each one with red-faced face deeply worshiped and saluted Lu Qian. The heartbeats of these great monks suddenly started to beat.
It soared to an astonishing level, 'bump-bang-bang', as if a group of drunken men were beating war drums crazily in their hearts!
Lu Qian's face twitched.
Ahu really passed on this set of sign language to his disciples - OK, if you pass this gangster method to a group of Buddhist disciples, are you opening a temple or a branch of Baihu Hall?
Woolen cloth?
A group of great monks stood respectfully behind Lu Qian.
Their eyes were like fire, and they stared at the roaring Yu Guao in front of them with ten percent malice - these great monks were filled with gloating at this moment.
Haha, our emperor of the Shenyin Dynasty and the immediate superiors of the thirty-five kings are back.
The eldest brother of Baihutang is back.
The abbot of Qionghua Ancient Temple is back.
You clowns, evil heretics... The true monk couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "The rules of the world, those who break the door and rebel, have three knives and six holes, and insert the oil pan upside down..."
Yu Guao could no longer care about Lu Yi and these great monks.
His attention, and his whole heart, had been occupied by the fear brought about by the Nine Clans Extermination Formation outside the city.
Why would Yucanglang set up this large formation outside Desert Wind City specifically to massacre the city?
"Dad, what are you doing? What are you doing?" Yu Guao screamed at the top of his lungs.
A stream of light slowly approached from a distance, the huge golden palace pushed the thick clouds in the sky, and the majestic breath turned into substantial wind pressure, making the defense array of Desert Wind City "crash".
The image of Yu Cang Lang rose above the golden palace. He was sitting on the golden throne and said in a cold voice: "Why are ghosts crying and wolves howling? If my father wants to do something to you, do you need to make such a big show of it? As a father, I just take precautions.
That's it...hurry up and complete the final steps. It's just useless. Even a group of thieves and monks can't deal with it! What's the use of you if I want you?"
Yu Guao looked at Yu Canglang tremblingly: "Are you just taking precautions?"
He asked cautiously: "Aren't you going to do something to the child?"
Yucanlang waved his hand impatiently: "I'm going to attack you, do you have a chance to resist? Do you dare to resist? It's just a matter of one finger to strangle you. Are you worthy of such a big fight?"
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Waving his hand, Yu Canglang said coldly: "Hurry up and complete the last step. If you succeed, there will be no discount on the benefits promised to you. If you fail... you also know my father's temperament!"
Yu Guao blinked his eyes and looked at Yu Canglang pitifully: "Then, the child will continue... However, the child wanted to sacrifice the blood of the people of Hecheng to enhance the power of the Xiaodu Lu Yuan Demon, but was blocked by this
The thieves blocked it...Dad, do you see?"
Yu Canglang helplessly looked up at the sky, and murmured: "Trash is trash, but after all, it is my own species, hey... it must be your mother's bloodline that is so bad that makes you so useless...
...That’s all, you just go and follow the law, these little thieves are bald, I will help you sort them out.”
Yu Guao responded happily, shrunk his head, and got into the defensive formation of the city lord's mansion.
Yu Canglang looked at Lu Qian and others coldly: "Ah, I don't know what it means, you... are not here specifically for the evil plan of me? What is so great about Mofeng City that it deserves this from you?
A bunch of thieves and monks came here to cause trouble?"
The original monk and others all looked at Lu Qian.
Lu Chen turned around and looked at Yucanglang's Dharma image with a smile, and at that familiar face, his mind was filled with thoughts and countless thoughts, which finally turned into a faint sigh: "I can change my old heart easily...
...but...well, I'm just curious about what your nine-son ghost father, Xiaodu Lu Yuanmo, will look like in the end."
"Well, we just bumped into each other, so I wanted to watch the fun."
"The young monk promises that as long as you don't touch a hair of the people in the city, the young monk will let the little Doulu Yuan Demon finally take shape. How about it?"
Headache, cold sweats, severe pain in both legs.
Well, there is a high probability that it has been tricked, but it has not been sent out yet. I don’t have the energy to code today, so let’s see if it will be better tomorrow.