"Shut up! What am I!?" Nangong Lian snapped and said, "You, a monk, seem to be loyal and pure, but in fact you are a coward, gold and jade on the outside, but corrupt on the inside... If you want to have any dignity, you will treat me as Master Han.
Come back, if you say anything wrong, I will spit my spit in your face today!!"
Tiangu Tanmiao was scolded and his face turned green and white at times:
"How can you, the boss, talk like this!? Our Buddhist sect kept Han Feng, the benefactor, because he suffered from the evil spirit of the enemy of Buddhism. Let him meditate in the Zen forest, which can not only heal the body, but also improve Buddhism... How can I
Isn’t it beautiful?”
Nangong Lian suddenly let out a long laugh:
"I thought that as an eminent Buddhist monk and abbot of Baosha, you might be able to give some explanation in front of these two military formations, facing the heroes of the world."
Nangong Lian said, holding his fingers from where the heroes of the country were in the distance.
When the Jianghu guests heard Nangong Lian calling himself the hero of the world, they couldn't help but straighten their backs.
Listen to Nangong Lian continue to say:
"I have something to say, please listen carefully: When Cixin Zen Forest was faced with the evil power of the Evil Buddha Zen Ghost Sect in its heyday, it was almost in danger of destruction... In the vast northern martial arts forest, the huge Buddhist gates were all shrouded in the shadow of the Evil Buddha, and demons were causing trouble.
Things were rioting, and what did these Buddhist monks do? They were just cowering in fear of the evil Buddha, hiding in the Zen Forest of Compassion, and letting demons harass them. Buddhism falsely claimed that it was destined to save people, but they were shrinking. Such behavior is the same as helping the evil spirits.
What’s the difference?”
Hearing Nangong Lian say this, Tiangu sighed and wanted to defend:
"not us……"
But he was interrupted by Nangong Lian Duanhe:
"Shut up! You have the nerve to refute!? A shameless old Buddhist thief, how dare you talk here!?"
Nangong Lian, who was carrying the [White Horse] and [Suppressing Demon] swords, was now in front of the three parties of the Xuanjian Division, the Suppressing Martial Hall, and the Patrol Division. Filled with righteous indignation and full of rage, he pointed his finger at the Tiangu and sighed and cursed:
"Even if your Buddhist sect is so timid, I, Master Han Feng, am not afraid of hardships and dangers to help you! No one in such a big Buddhist sect has completed "The Future Chapter of Whirling Maitreya". He is the only one who has defied all opinions and traveled thousands of miles to come to Cixin Zen Forest to help you.
To deal with the evil Buddha... think about what kind of person that evil Buddha is, he waved his hand and the earth shook, and countless innates in the human world were killed by him... But Chief Han Feng was able to defeat him, what a hero he is!"
Nangong Lian was indeed recognized as the number one curser in Xuanjian Division. His words were filled with passion, sincere and full of emotion. Everyone present, both from the imperial court and from the Li Kingdom, nodded secretly.
No one can refute the fact that Han Feng is a hero.
Even among the monks in Cixin Zen Forest, there are many people who think that Nangong Lian is right.
After exaggerating the atmosphere, Nangong Lian scolded even more bitterly:
"However! I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! The first heroic leader of Han Dynasty was actually plotted by you group of despicable people. He had just killed the monster of the Zen Ghost Sect on the front foot, but he was killed by you, you crazy people who wanted to repay kindness with revenge.
The donkey was captured... I heard that you even imprisoned him under the Zen Forest Formation... Oh my god, what kind of treatment would a demon like that have!? Is this how you treat your savior!?
?”
Nangong Lian took a breath and began to hold back his ultimate move:
"You are a bunch of idle and rebellious people. When your parents gave birth to you, they gave you away to become a monk because you were ordered to violate Huagai, hinder your father and mother, or did not recruit sisters... We are here to scold you.
I’m scolding you, you didn’t just listen and send your Grandpa Han Feng out, but you actually want to talk back and argue??”
These words were really scolded so harshly that they almost scolded all the monks in the world. Tiangu Tanmiao blushed at the scolding and pointed his finger at Nangong Lian. He was speechless for a long time.
"you you……"
"Bah! What are you!? A group of filthy scum who have nothing to do but produce food and clothing bring out a dog with a broken spine and dare to bark in front of our army's formation?"
"Huan Tiangu sighs wonderfully, I think you are not even worthy of shouting a broken gong! I have never seen such a shameless person!!"
Nangong Lian cursed freely during the phone call. After the curse came out, he felt refreshed and even improved his martial arts cultivation by two points.
After listening to Nangong Lian's curse, all the heroes in the world outside Cixin Zen Forest opened their eyes wide and couldn't close their mouths. They didn't expect that there could be so many ways to curse, it simply refreshed their outlook...
Tiangu Tanmiao was repeatedly insulted by Nangong Lian, and his energy and blood were stagnant. The strong anger of being humiliated impacted his three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit. In the end, he couldn't take a breath, which triggered the hidden wounds caused to him by the Zen Ghost Sect that have not yet been recovered...
…his face turned pale and he spat out a large mouthful of blood on the spot.
The Eightfold Path of Zhongheng Jialan, who was following Tiangu Tanmiao, quickly stepped forward to help him and looked at Nangong Lian with a gaze that could almost spit out fire.
As a member of the Buddhist sect, Wu Taichan felt humiliated when he was insulted in this way, and his body boiled with fighting spirit.
Broken Box Qiuzen's expression was a bit hard to describe, and he was thinking about whether he should just give his boss, who was his nominal subordinate, a beating.
In the distance, the heroes from the Li Kingdom saw that a dignified first-class expert was scolded by Nangong Lian until he vomited blood. They couldn't believe it and were in an uproar.
Even Nangong Lian himself couldn't believe it... After all, the other party was a top-notch expert who could smash mountains into pieces with just a raise of his hand... This was too dramatic...
At this moment, a domineering Buddhist holy aura rose up in the Zen forest.
"presumptuous!!"
The Seven Treasures of Buddhism shine in the sky of the Zen forest, and the milky white holy energy hangs down like a curtain.
Wearing a dharma crown, a cassock, and holding a golden nine-ringed staff, the leader of the Northern Buddhist Sect [Monk King] Zhidao Lin walked out of the aura of the pure and holy Buddha.
Standing proudly in the sky, overlooking the heroes below.
Zhidaolin looked at Nangong Lian and everyone in the court from the sky, and shouted coldly:
"How dare you slander the Buddha and the monks in this holy place of Buddhism!?"
"If you do something like this again, don't blame the poor monk for resorting to Buddhist thunderous methods!"
As he spoke, the innate domineering energy of the human world enveloped the world, and everyone present, both in the court and in the world, felt a terrifying sense of oppression.
Even first-level masters like the master of the Zhenwu Hall find it difficult to move Qi.
Without innateness, it will be difficult to compete with innateness.
Zhidaolin's original plan with Tiangu Tanmiao was that Tiangu Tanmiao would sing the red face, and Zhidaolin would sing the white face, and they would drive away the forces of the Xuanjian Division.
Now that Tiangu Tanmiao was so angry with Nangong Lian that he vomited blood, Zhi Daolin just came out and used his power to overwhelm others. Frankly speaking... Zhi Daolin alone could defeat the entire Liguo court present.
Nangong Lian was targeted by Zhi Daolin and was under great pressure, so he sneered:
"Bald Donkey, do you think I'm afraid of your thunderous methods?"
At this time, ominous clouds of disaster surged in the distance, and a black line approached like a tide.
Above Yunchao, a white-haired Taoist wearing a golden-red Taoist robe stood on it. He exuded a faint innate energy. Although it was not complete, it was comparable to Zhidao Lin.
I saw the Taoist with a wild look on his face, his white hair dancing wildly in the wind, and his smile rising to the sky.