Qing Lijun gritted his teeth and looked livid, Wang Qiuyi looked very interested, and the divine foot monk Guanghui looked dull as usual, with no apparent expression.
"I won the bet."
Guanghui spoke calmly.
"I won the bet."
After waiting for a long time, seeing that Qing Lijun did not respond, Guang Hui spoke again and asked.
"you……"
Qingli Jun grimaced, turned his head with a bit of anger, and glared at the dull-looking middle-aged monk.
"Can a monk also gamble?!" he asked sharply, his sleeves trembling slightly.
Guang Hui nodded slightly, folded his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"I'm a heretic like you monsters." The middle-aged monk with a dull expression said, "There's no need to talk about rules and regulations."
"you……"
Qing Lijun's expression suddenly changed, but when he caught a glimpse of Wang Qiuyi, who was leaning on his seat with a lazy look on his face, he had no choice but to suppress all the rage in his chest.
"I have quite a few scapegoat techniques in the Dragon Palace."
At the last moment, he struggled to speak:
""Death Substitution Technique", "Divided Thought Yuan Nerve", "Hidden Form Technique", "Big Cave Three Body Art"... Even the Buddhist substitution technique, I also treasure a "Lotus Fetal Transformation"
》.”
"I wonder, can I change the door?" He said sincerely with a tone of great reluctance.
"No." Guang Hui's heart was as solid as stone, unmoved at all.
The two stood in a cold stalemate for a moment, with indifference on their faces.
"The thief is doing his best, digging up people's ancestral graves. Have you given birth to a son? No..."
Qing Lijun finally couldn't hold it back anymore and became the first to change his color. He no longer cared that Wang Qiuyi was by his side.
He was about to curse loudly, but then he thought of the current situation in Dragon Palace, and felt sad for a moment, almost bursting into tears.
After letting out a long sigh of helplessness, he stopped talking and swallowed the rest of the words.
Qing Lijun spread out his hand slightly, and a flaming light appeared in his palm, like a small golden cicada carved from gold.
The golden cicada has an exquisite figure, only half the size of a palm, lying quietly in Qing Lijun's palm.
It spreads its cicada wings, as if it is ready to fly away at any moment, lifelike.
Nine mysterious and ancient runes are intertwined, forming nine deep spiral creations. They are imprinted on the surface of the golden cicada, revealing countless mysterious meanings, as if it contains the wonderful truth about the change of life and death and the beginning of all things.
The moment the golden cicada appeared, the surroundings became quiet and quiet, and the clear and distant chirping of the cicada could be heard faintly.
Golden Cicada Nine Death Technique!
Guang Hui raised her eyes, with an unprecedented smile on her face.
Facing Qing Lijun's almost cannibalistic gaze, he waved his sleeves lightly and took Jin Chan into the Niwan Palace.
"By the way, there's one more thing."
When Qing Lijun closed his eyes and the fire in his heart subsided, Guang Hui spoke again in his ear.
"If you have something to say, say it, if you have something to say, let it go." Qingli Jun said calmly without opening his eyes.
"Longjun still owes me a few pieces of divine iron."
Guanghui clasped her hands together and said sincerely.
"Fuck your mother's stinky fart?!"
The tendons in Qingli Jun's forehead were pulsing. In his rage, he unconsciously revealed his prototype. A giant demonic dragon thousands of feet tall was about to materialize. His eyes were like two boiling demonic lakes, gushing out the surging murderous intent of burning mountains and boiling seas.
.
At the same time, everyone in Qingli Holy Land was shrouded in a bone-eviscerating chill.
Old Taoist Hanxu, Tiangui Tongzi and other five-level life treasurers raised their heads in shock, feeling terrified in their hearts.
Just when the giant dragon-like dragon was about to scream angrily, Wang Qiuyi raised her head and glanced at him.
The whistling stopped suddenly before it came out of his mouth, and the rolling sound got stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall.
The giant dragon looked up into the sky and rolled away, then turned into a handsome man in green robe and bamboo crown again, but his face still had an angry expression.
"When the hell did I owe you divine iron?!" Qing Lijun cursed.
"What Mr. Long just said to Chen Jizi." The middle-aged monk still looked blank: "It made the poor monk feel unhappy."
"So protective of your shortcomings? Do you want to be shameless?"
"Would Mr. Long give me the divine iron?" Guang Hui was unmoved.
"Take it and use it to build your grave. I hope it will be stronger!"
Qing Lijun's palms trembled, he took a deep breath, took out a piece of divine iron, and hit Guang Hui head and face.
The middle-aged monk didn't mind it either, and he accepted them all with a slight show of his sleeves and robes.
"Although the divine iron is valuable, it is not a rare thing." Qingli Jun looked at it coldly, with an indifferent expression: "There is no divine iron in your Vajra Temple?"
"Yes, there is."
Guanghui clasped her hands together and said, "I just don't want to make Lord Long feel bad. The poor monk will eventually be upset."
Qing Lijun was so angry that his body was shaking and his hands and feet were cold. He pointed at Guang Hui for a long time, but he was speechless.
But when he was about to curse, Wang Qiuyi, who had been silent, his expression straightened slightly.
"That Chen Youzhi."
At this time, Wang Qiuyi suddenly spoke.
He pointed at the pale young man with a smiling face and spoke softly:
"He looks very similar to an old friend of mine."
"Who?"
"King Zheng Wu."
In the water mirror, the pale young man's face was cold. After the people around Chen Jizi dispersed, Chen Youzhi hurried forward, with a sad look on his face, but it was extremely real.
"How can you bear it?" Wang Qiuyi said lightly: "It looks like King Zheng Wu climbed out of his grave."
…
at this time.
On the golden battlefield.
As Chen Jizi moved out of the fighting stage, Bai Shu returned to his true form for a while, and transformed into a escaping light, staggering towards Cui Yuanzhou, Monk Huiyuan and others.
Everything he saw in his field of vision was blurry, as if covered with a veil.
Bai Shu smiled bitterly, staggered, and almost fell from the sky.
Before Cui Yuanzhou could turn pale in shock, a soft and powerful force arose out of thin air, supporting Bai Shu.
A wave of innocence, like the ocean of heaven, was pouring into the body continuously. Baizhu's body made a popping sound like fried beans, and even his complexion regained some color.
"Since you have defeated Chen Jizi, you will have nothing to do with Qingli Palace this time."
Guang Hui's voice sounded low in Niwan Palace, calm and without waves.
"You have made the Vajra Temple famous. Tell me, what reward do you want?"
"I……"
Bai Shu was stunned for a moment. He was silent for a while and finally spoke tentatively.
"Disciple." He said respectfully: "Disciple, if you want Chilong's follow-up mental method, can you please ask the master for permission?"
King Kong, what he wants most is nothing more than King Kong’s subsequent mental method.
As long as there is follow-up Vajra Mind Dharma, the stagnant state can be improved again.
Purple mist, humans and demons, national wars in troubled times... all of these caught him off guard.
Strong, even stronger.
While Bai Shu was feeling uneasy, Guang Hui's voice finally sounded again after a while.
"Let's discuss this matter later. When you recover from your injuries, I will ask Xuanzang to bring you to see me. Whether it is a reward or a Milo lamp, I will give it to you when the time comes."
There was no sadness or joy in the middle-aged monk’s voice:
"The selection of a son-in-law in the Dragon Palace has been decided for a long time. The Dragon Lord has chosen Li Feibai from the Great Demon Tomb. Please don't go to the upcoming competition."
"Disciple understands."
Bai Shu nodded honestly.
The purpose of this trip was originally for the Miluo Lamp. Since he defeated Chen Jizi, the Miluo Lamp is about to be obtained.
Everything he wins is insignificant to him.
"Let's have a good time and recuperate."
Guang Hui's voice sounded again, then disappeared and never spoke again.
At this time, Cui Yuanzhou and his two men finally arrived in a hurry.
"Senior brother?" Cui Yuanzhou shouted urgently, stretched out his fingers and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "What is this?"
"It's five." Bai Shu smiled helplessly. He patted the little fat man's shoulder, raised a rainbow light, and flew away.
Cui Yuanzhou didn't know why, so he looked at Monk Huiyuan and hurriedly caught up with him.
This trip, this experience in Qingli Palace, has come to an end.
Bai Shu glanced at the golden battle platform one last time, sighed in his heart, and turned away.
The moment he turned back, in the Crystal Palace on the viewing platform, the gray-bearded old Taoist Hanxu looked at this scene with extremely complex eyes.
In the palm of the old Taoist Hanxu's hand, there is a slightly flashing message jade guide.
"Marrying Chen Youzhi?"
Old Taoist Hanxu withdrew his gaze and spoke to Yu Gui, the messenger, with an angry look on his face:
"How come I don't know about this?"
"I..." After passing the message to Yu Guili, a man's sarcastic laughter came, but there was no answer.
"Bullshit! You little bastard's bones will become weak after being blown away by a girl! Chen Youzhi? Marry that illegitimate child? Even the word 'Chen' was acquired by him only in recent years! His name was Sun Youzhi before.
Woolen cloth!"
Old Taoist Hanxu was furious and crushed the messenger jade to pieces:
"You didn't discuss such a big matter with me. If I had known this, I should have shot you into a stone!"
When Yu Guili was summoned, the man's voice stopped abruptly and was suddenly interrupted.
Bai on the side tilted his head, his face full of disbelief, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
…
…
…
Two days later.
In a market, according to the time sequence of Qingli Palace, it is the time when night falls.
The black light stone carved into the shape of the sun rotated, covering up the flames, and thus, endless twilight emerged.
But in this street market, it is full of colorful lights and colorful lights.
Lotus lanterns floated in the low sky, casting a gentle halo, covering everything in a faint light.
In the market, there are countless overlapping buildings, beautiful palaces, glazed terraces and pavilions, and pearl palaces.
On the street, people carrying clothes were walking hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, and it was very lively.
"Senior brother! Senior brother!"
Cui Yuanzhou squeezed into the crowd, waved to Bai Shu with all his strength, and said loudly:
"Come on! Otherwise you won't be able to sit down!"
"Let's go."
Bai Shu shrugged towards Monk Huiyuan, his body like a white fish, easily passing through the gaps in the crowd.
This market has a closed air circle, so you can only walk.
After the battle with Chen Jizi, Baizhu, who had just recovered from his injuries, was pulled over by the excited Cui Yuanzhou.
The little fat man said that there is a restaurant here, which tastes very good. It is the most suitable place for a banquet after cleaning up.
A quarter of an hour later, Bai Shu and the others appeared in front of a tall building, and the Shui Tribe led them in.
"What kind of festival is today?"
Bai Shu looked at the crowds of people in the hall. There were not only humane monks, but also demon cultivators.
Every seat in the high-rise building was packed, and there was no space left.
"It seems to be a big day for the water tribe."
Cui Yuanzhou shrugged, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran away.
What he saw was a large white jade table filled with all kinds of delicacies, but there was only one woman sitting there.
"Aunt..."
Before Cui Yuanzhou's request to share a table came out of his mouth, his voice stopped abruptly.
When Bai Zhu led the maid from the Shui Tribe with a complicated face up to him, his expression suddenly froze.
white……
The crying girl's shoulders were shaking and her eyes were red. Seeing her pitiful appearance, Baizhu couldn't help but feel sympathy in his heart.
Is this... being beaten again?
Was he beaten so hard this time?
He hesitated to speak, and just as he was about to express relief, the girl stared at him and blocked his words.
"No!"
Although her eyes were red, she kept biting down on her front hoof, turning herself into a little hamster.
The fierce girl's face was still stained with tears, but her voice was extremely evil.
