The thin black monk's tongue was like a lotus flower, and the audience was dumbfounded and speechless.
The corner of Baizhu's mouth twitched fiercely, and the expression on his face became distorted.
"We are bald donkeys."
The thin black monk waved his hands repeatedly, sighing incessantly
"No, no, we can only break the wooden fish, fool a few fools, and use it to get some money. If you want to be really powerful..."
He gave a thumbs up, looking magnanimous and proud
"Then you have to go to the Taoist door next door and take a look. Good guy, that's the real monk!"
There were loud boos among the onlookers. A group of people looked at me and me, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Regarding this scene, some monks Zhang Er were confused.
There were also a few sensible people with strange faces and suppressed smiles at the corners of their mouths.
Obviously, they guessed it from the words of the thin black monk.
This person seems to be a monk, but in fact, he may be a bully.
"Nonsense!"
Before Baizhu could speak, an old man in the middle of the crowd came forward tremblingly, leaning on a dragon-head crutch.
"You...you, a monk, are also a monk!"
The old man pointed at him and cursed
"How dare you slander Shimen's reputation?! You are so shameless!"
"Amitabha."
The thin black monk put his hands together and faced each other calmly
"What the poor monk said came from his heart, how can it be considered as slandering the reputation of the Buddhist sect?"
He sighed quietly, opened his arms to everyone, and spoke sincerely.
"The poor monk has been practicing meditation since he was a child, and he often stayed in front of the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng. It was only because he felt that the Taoist sect was noble that he deliberately spoke the truth and made these sincere words."
The thin black monk pretended to sigh and nodded slightly.
"Between Taoism and Buddhism, there is indeed a clear distinction between them!"
As soon as these words came out, the pilgrims who worshiped Buddhism in the crowd couldn't bear it anymore and shouted sharply at the monk.
The dark and thin monk looked calm and unhurried.
Facing the thousands of people pointing at him, he remained calm and calm, smiling at the corner of his mouth and spitting out fragrance.
Have you met someone of the same kind?
This is definitely a bullshit!
Bai Zhu's eyes twitched, and he quietly took a few steps back, withdrawing from the crowd.
He began to gather his energy, making himself no different from ordinary people, and then slowly closed his eyes.
After a long time, the bright gold flashed away, leaving only a faint light tail in the air.
At the corner of the street, a handsome Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown and a feathered coat had a slight smile on his lips. In his eyes, strands of golden brilliance were rising up little by little like the rising tide of the sea.
Shura Eye——
This is a supreme supernatural power recorded in the Sutra of Meditation on King Asura of Asura.
The great Asura king Po Chi has one face and three eyes, with an angry look, and his body is infinitely huge.
From his three eyes, he can emit cosmic light, thunder and lightning, and poisonous mist respectively. His power is as powerful as hell, and he can even burn the bodies of gods and humans.
Asura is the best at fighting among the evil gods.
The Shura Eye can not only cast illusions, but can also see through most magic circles and restrictions in the world and see through their true colors.
Wuhuai has always been obsessed with this great magical power in contemplation, and he has always been obsessed with it.
As for the thunder and lightning and poisonous mist that can kill the bodies of heavenly beings, Baizhu's current state of mind has not been able to do this.
But according to legend, after practicing the concept of Po Chi to a profound level.
Between the eyebrows, an eye will appear again.
That is the real Shura Eye.
It can see through the trajectory of the opponent's attack and delay the next move.
And that real Shura Eye is different from the two magical powers contained in Bai Shu's current pupils.
Not thunder and lightning or poisonous fog, but cosmic light.
A truly universal light that can control timing.
When that eye opens, the endless river of time will slow down in front of it.
All movements will start to stop, a thought, a moment, a flick of a finger, a move, a moment... After that eye is opened, like soft gluten, they will be stretched infinitely.
But rumors are just rumors after all, and no one has practiced to such a level.
Naturally, no one has ever witnessed it with their own eyes.
Even Xu Yi, who had the highest level of contemplation of the Dharma in his lifetime, was only a beginner of the womb-born Asura.
But even so, Xu Yi fought all the way and won the championship in Dragon Palace. I have never heard that he showed such great supernatural powers...
Bai Shu didn't know if Xu Yi was hiding his clumsiness. Maybe he still had some backup plans, but Bai Shu had no way of knowing.
"Visualization Sutra of Lord Asura King" -
This ancient method left over from before the Jedi Heavenly Power, the number of attribute values required to improve it is simply terrifying.
After weighing the two factors, Bai Shu decided to leave the attribute values to Feijian first in order to conceal his identity and put Feijian first.
For the current Bai Shu, with a flying sword in hand, his combat power will be greatly improved.
The golden wave finally covered the embankment. At the street corner, deep in the eyes of the young Taoist priest, there was a boundary that ordinary people could not glimpse.
The coquettish golden light has flowed into pieces, as if it were going to cover the whole world with a layer of brilliant gold.
Shura Eye, this kind of acquired pupil technique is strange and strange.
Baizhu raised his eyebrows slightly, his pupils shining with golden light.
Compared with the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye, the Double Eye or the Heavenly Eye, Shura Eye, which one is stronger and which one is weaker?
Although it is only a small achievement of the Asura of Shishi, it is enough just to see some things.
Suddenly, the thin black monk, who was speaking righteously to the crowd of scholars, felt something in his heart. He looked around, but he touched his head in confusion.
In Bai Zhu's eyes, a boy in Taoist attire, about fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as himself, was making the same movements as the thin black monk.
Sure enough, it’s a bull’s nose!
Bai Zhu smiled coldly, and a circle of golden ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in his pupils.
He turned around happily and walked towards a restaurant not far away, the corners of his lips raised slightly.
But at this moment, in the crowd, the skinny black monk who was proud of himself suddenly trembled.
He eagerly took a look into his sleeve and saw that the jade pendant had been torn apart at some point.
Then now...
Just as he was about to hide his face and walk away, a sharp shout shook him from beside him.
"Tao, Taoist priest!"
The woman looked like she had seen a ghost, and even the vegetable basket in her hand fell to the ground.
"You are a Taoist priest!"
Her voice was high-pitched and thin, like an old hen about to lay eggs, attracting everyone's attention.
"Taoist, it's a Taoist!"
"Sure enough, it's this group of bull noses. By the way, how many times has this happened today?"
"Thieves deserve to die!"
The crowd was suddenly in an uproar and the noise was everywhere.
The dark and thin monk in front of me suddenly transformed into a round-faced young man with bulging cheeks dressed as a Taoist.
In the commotion, the round-faced boy became more and more panicked.
At this time, he suddenly remembered the meaningful eyes of the Taoist wearing a lotus crown at the street corner just now.
The round-faced boy gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and disappeared into a piece of dust.
In the same place, the crowd witnessed this and started making even louder noises.
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In the elegantly decorated restaurant, a Taoist wearing a lotus crown was drinking by himself. In front of him, a sumptuous banquet was placed.
Suddenly, Baizhu raised his eyes slightly and his eyes moved.
"Coming."
He smiled softly, raised his glass and spoke.
Not far away, the figure of a round-faced young man suddenly appeared. He looked at the sumptuous banquet in front of him, and then at Baizhu, who was drinking by himself, with extremely helpless eyes.
"Senior brother, why are you treating me like a fool?"
He scratched his chin, his face feeling bitter.
"I don't know who this senior brother is, but has Xiaodao ever offended you?"
"No rush."
Bai Zhu smiled casually and handed over the cup.
The round-faced boy hesitated for a moment, but without being polite, he simply sat down opposite Baizhu, raised his glass and drank heavily.
"I don't know your junior brother Gao's surname." Bai Shu continued to drink wine with a smile in his eyes, "Where are you practicing in Baoshan?"
