After pulling out the spirit from the clone, Baohua saw the three little guys opposite who couldn't help but look worried. He was a lot older, had no ambitions, was too old, and had many of the problems of the elderly.
, that is, I like these young children.
It just so happens that the three little guys in front of me are Buddhist practitioners, which makes them even more likeable.
"You three little guys, are you not worried now?"
King Ming still looks like a two or three-year-old child. He is floating in the air. Even when facing this most famous senior in Buddhism, there is still a trace of arrogance in his eyebrows.
He was born like this, even if he faced the Phoenix clan, he would not be able to grovel. Baohua is an old monk who has lived for who knows how many years. Naturally, he will not be as familiar with a junior at this time. What's more, he feels like this
King Ming is quite cute.
"I just don't want to see the monks in Quan Shengyuan World as if their brains were kicked by a donkey. They can't even tell right from wrong in a simple matter. Hehe, I feel like I'm in the same world as them when I think about it.
It’s so pitiful.”
"Uncle-Master, why are you so pitiful?"
Hui Xing is an honest little monk. The previous events in his past and present life did not have any impact on him. He is still the simple, kind and lovely little monk Hui Xing. At this moment, he felt that he did not quite understand, so he was not ashamed to ask.
But he got two big looks from his uncle.
"Because I feel suffocated to be in the same world as these idiots!"
"But Uncle Master, don't you need to breathe to survive? As long as you have spiritual power..."
Seeing that his uncle's expression was getting more and more ugly, Ming'an immediately covered his junior brother's mouth. If he let his junior brother continue to speak like this, his uncle would probably hit someone. Moreover, Grand Master Baohua looked smiling.
Zu, is not such a gentle person on the surface.
For the sake of his junior brother's life, Ming'an tactfully changed the subject.
"Grand Master Tai, do you think Fellow Taoist Yong'an is safe now?"
"Hehehe, no one can say for sure. I can only say that everything depends on God's will. If God's will is with her, she can live. If God's will is not with her, she can't live. Amitabha, everything is God's will, hehehe
…”
Can't understand.
Young monk Hui Xing and his great uncle looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. But Ming'an, this extremely alert young monk seemed to understand something and looked thoughtful.
, and then nodded.
"Thank you, Grand Master Tai, for the tip. Yong'an Taoist friend Ji has her own destiny. I believe she will have a safe journey."
"Hehehe, little monk, what you say is very interesting, I like it very much..."
Just when Baohua wanted to say a few more words to this little monk who rarely liked him, a sound of gold weapons clashing suddenly came from the front. Baohua, who was sitting on the ground with a smile, paused, and then slowly
He slowly stood up from the ground and sighed.
"Amitabha, this poor monk has no time to say a few words to this junior. It's really annoying."
As Baohua moved forward, the scene ahead came into view. The four of them had just been sitting in a tent. At this time, they opened the tent and walked out. What they saw in front of them was a scene filled with yellow sand. As they walked further, they opened the tent and walked out.
, is a cliff.
Monk Baohua stood on the cliff. The golden and red cassock on his body was so insignificant between heaven and earth. But when he reached out and held the Zen staff stuck on the ground, he was the most dazzling one between heaven and earth.
"Little Hui Xing, just stay in the tent and don't move around. Ming Wang Ming'an, you two come with me. You are not young yet, and you should also learn this method of salvation."
King Ming was floating in mid-air, looking at the densely packed layers of monsters under the cliff, and showed an extremely excited smile.
The method of transformation? He thinks it is the method of killing! But no matter what it is called, it can't stop him from killing everywhere here and constantly advancing!
On the other hand, Ming'an showed a compassionate smile and lowered his head in agreement. But the expression on his face was very similar to Baohua's.
Baohua, who noticed this, showed a pleased smile, and then gently nodded at the shadowy demons below, which were already hiding behind the group of demons.
"Look, there are several donors there waiting for us to redeem them. Do you two want to come with me?"
"I can't wait any longer!"
"I sincerely follow the teachings of Grand Master Tai."
The young monk Hui Xing standing behind them saw with his own eyes the three elders jumped off the cliff, and then the overwhelming group of monsters exploded into pieces of blood. There were loud screams.
In the middle, I heard the gentle and compassionate voice of Taishi Baohua.
"Amitabha, this donor, why are you running away? The poor monk is not a bad person. The poor monk just wants to ask. You have been moving frequently in recent days. Do you think the poor monk is dead?"
"Ahhh! Damn monk! Why are you still haunted?!"
"Amitabha, the donor has really made the poor monk so sad. The poor monk thought that we have been together for so long and have feelings for each other. Even if we don't want to convert to Buddhism, we won't shout and kill each other as soon as we meet, right? I didn't expect you to make a sneak attack.
?!Sneak attack is not a good habit. Someone will kill you in return. Look, won’t you die now?”
"It's that damn crazy monk again. He killed the third child. Damn it! How come he won't die? He was just like this a thousand years ago and hasn't changed at all."
"Oh, Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. No, no, what the donor said is wrong. How can there be no movement at all? Look at the poor monk, aren't there two more capable juniors? Wait for the poor monk to sit down.
After being transformed, they may hope to inherit the mantle of the poor monk and continue to transform the donors."
"...Convert your mother's fart! Is there anyone who can convert you like you? Let's do it together, or we will all die today!"
"well--"
Monk Baohua showed a sad expression, and the nine golden rings hanging on the Zen staff in his hand collided with each other, making a sweet sound. Only the few drops of blood hanging on it showed its extraordinary features.
Just when Monk Baohua was about to say something, he suddenly realized something and turned back to ask King Ming.
"Little guy, is the spiritual weapon of that little girl from Yong'an a golden sword?"
"ah?"
Even King Ming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He looked at Master Baohua's uncle who was eager for knowledge, and then at the demons who were very close but couldn't get any closer. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Indeed, it is a dazzling golden sword. What's rare is that it fits well with fellow Taoist Yong'an."
"Oh, that's really exciting. I don't know when I can see this little Taoist friend..."
"Bald Donkey, you are really bullying others too much!"
The few ignored demons let out angry shouts. They were still looking down on them even though they were able to act openly during the battle. Monk Baohua patted his bald head, feeling very ashamed.
"Look at my memory, I have actually forgotten all the donors. Don't be anxious, this donor, the poor monk is here to save you all..."
"...Suffer!"
"ah!"
"Help……"
…
Listening to the endless screams, Hui Xing shuddered, then closed his eyes, focused on tapping the wooden fish in front of him, and recited the rebirth mantra in his mouth. But his thoughts couldn't help but drift to Yong'an, who didn't know where he was at this time.
On seniors.
Amitabha, senior Yongan, you must be safe and sound...