The most pitiful person now is the Great Monk Duhua. It would be fine if Master Xu didn't leave for a long time. Even masters like Chen Ning and Master Xu Qing were nowhere to be seen. Someone once brave enough to go to the Yunfang where Xu Changsheng was in seclusion, and wanted to ask Master Xu to take action to retreat to the enemy. However, after entering, he was dizzy and could not tell the difference between the east, south, west and north. He walked out for no reason, but he couldn't get in.

Now all the people in Buddhism are like proud big roosters, but Taoist disciples are ashamed. They are really shameless. Qingfeng Temple is also a Taoist, but in the end they have to rely on the monk to protect the mountain gate. If they say it, will the bald man in the world be killed?

Unconsciously, another half a month passed, and the soldiers at the foot of the mountain retreated a few miles away, setting up cordons everywhere and insisted that it was a forbidden area for military exercises and no one was allowed to enter the mountain.

This kind of lies can deceive ordinary people, and X's mouthpieces are all aware that they are not like foreign news media who always like to make trouble with the government, but they can't deceive the two elites of Buddhism and Taoism in the world. Now, the monk Duhua scolds the most fiercely. He stomps his feet and complains about Xu Changsheng and Chen Ning every day, saying that he has become the abandoned child of China. Fortunately, his master is a monk among the founding three tripods of China. Otherwise, the monk might even complain about the founding three tripods of the country in terms of temper. It is not unfamiliar to the country that the Ghost King came out of the mountain. Where did the hidden masters who received the state's worship go? Which one is the reason for him to support himself?

"Call mommy, coax, coax!"

Seeing the Yin arrows in the projection of Yincheng, the city gate opened wide, and tens of thousands of Yin army ghost cavalry rushed out. One by one, they waved long swords and slashed the guardian array that Buddhist masters worked together to support them. Many magic weapons were broken in response. Even the Thunder Armor magic array set up by a thunder Taoist master was shaken. It was actually rushed in by a ghost cavalry and cut through the core thunder ball. Master Duhua's face changed and he vomited nine characters of true energy. Only then did he desperately maintain the treasure robe. However, the Yincheng projection was pressing down more than ten meters. Seeing that it was less than fifty meters away from Qingfeng Temple, it was really pressing on the scalp.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master, please keep working hard."

Seeing that the monk's face turned pale and his forehead was even cold sweating, the most handsome female nuns and female Taoists in the view hurriedly stepped forward, and the wine was served, the meat was served, and the soft voice of the orioles were spoken and the sound of the orioles were sincerely condolent. When the monk saw these flower-like female cultivators, his face slowly slowed down and a hint of red tide rose.

Malatang is also very concerned about the monk now. Knowing that Brother Xu doesn’t come out for a day, Qingfeng Temple still has to rely on this dazzling master to deliver a bunch of washed purple grapes to the monk’s mouth, and softly condolences: “Thank you for your hard work, is the master okay?”

"Amitabha, okay! Why can't you do it? When can't I pass by this master?"

Master Doraemon straightened his neck, secretly swallowed a mouthful of blood that almost snatched his throat, looked at Malatang, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Girl, have you promised the monk? When will you call your old brother Xu out..."

"I've gone, but like those seniors, I went around a few circles and walked back to the same place. It seems that Brother Xu still needs some time..."

"Amitabha, good, good, I am considered to have been cheated by these stinky Taoist priests."

Master Duhua smiled bitterly: "I'm not careful in making friends, I'm not careful in making friends!"

***

Yanjing, the top of Yanshan Mountain.

This is a Chinese-style courtyard built alone on the top of the mountain. It has red bricks and green tiles and long eaves. The courtyard is not very big. It has only been three times inside and outside. However, for some reason it gives people a deep courtyard and a marquis gate like a sea. There is also a difference. No matter how strong the mountain wind enters the courtyard, it will suddenly disappear, as if it was directly removed by some force. The courtyard is dusty, and it is as quiet as a historical painting.

At the gate of this courtyard, two soldiers stood face to face like javelins. Gu Jingbubo's face had no expression on his face, and only his eyes showed the joy of seeing hope.

Just half an hour ago, General Zhao Jing, the most outstanding contemporary Zhao family, hurried into this courtyard. When he saw General Zhao, the two soldiers were so excited that they almost forgot their responsibilities.

This is Zhao Jingwo, a legend of the Chinese military, a contemporary war god, and once this legendary war god appears, the biggest legend of the Chinese military may also appear! Almost every soldier king selected by the Zhao family has heard of the legendary story of the Three Triads of China. As soldiers, they naturally would not be interested in Taoist monks, but would only regard the living old man in the legendary military uniform as an idol he pursued throughout his life.

Hopefully, I was confused after that. When I recall General Zhao's hurried look, the two soldiers could not imagine that there was anything else that could make General Zhao so hurrying, and actually came to the "Juyongyuan" to see Marshal Zhao who was in seclusion.

Zhao Jing and I walked through two floors of the courtyard in a row and came to the gate of the inner courtyard, but did not dare to enter without authorization. I lowered my voice and said, "Father, I have something important to report to me, and I have to disturb my father's retreat."

About ten minutes later, a sigh came from the courtyard: "It's God's will... Come in. If it's not an important matter, I will punish you severely!"

"Thank you, my father."

Zhao Jing I held my breath and walked into the courtyard carefully. Under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, a man in a military uniform stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him quietly.

The man wore an olive green military uniform of a century, with red stars on his head, white face without beard, and his skin was as clean as jade, without even a single flaw. He looked only thirty years old at most, just like Zhao Jing's younger brother. However, those eyes were as deep as a valley, and I don't know how many years had been hidden. When I looked at people casually, I seemed to see the deep inside of a person.

Zhao Jing put my hands on my chest and lowered my head slightly, like a child who made a mistake: "Father, I am really guilty of disturbing my father's hard practice..."

"Don't talk nonsense, talk about your 'important' things. If there are any false words, you general will not need to do it. You have been behind Yanshan for ten years."

"Father, there is a ghost king in China, and now he is sieging countless Buddhist masters with the shadow of Yin City."

"oh?"

The man in the military uniform had a slight look and then he became a slightest: "It's just that? The ghost king is the order of the underworld. The universe is opened up, and there are yin and yang, and they do not violate each other.

If I wait for the people in the world to go against him for no reason, he has no reason to come to the world. If I dare to go against the will of heaven, it would not be too difficult to destroy a ghost king with my Chinese national strength. This is what you said, "important". Will you disturb me from seclusion and practice?"

The implication is that he did not take the Ghost King's birth to heart, but that's all.

"My father didn't know that this incident actually originated from a descendant of the Cheng family, and... and Xiaojie..."

"Is it related to Xiaojie?"

Hearing his grandson's name, the man in the military uniform finally moved his color: "Speak carefully."

"yes......"

Zhao Jing I explained the matter in detail, and naturally I didn't forget to blow the magic snail for Xu Changsheng, what kind of force is to kill the Ghost King's clone, and the self-organization can produce the mysterious realm. It was even praised by Chen Ning and Master Xu Qing as the contemporary "Tiangang Dazhen Man"...

Hearing this, the man in a military uniform was finally moved: "Tiangang Zhenren? Although he was a father who entered the Taoist Taoist by martial arts and was not proficient in the mysterious arts of these monks and Taoists, he had also heard of the name of Tiangang Zhenren. Are you sure that this young man named Xu Changsheng really has such cultivation. Aren't those two old Taoists boasting?"

"I have been lingering in the immortal realm of Xu Zhenren for many days. Although I am a martial family, I have made quite a move. In addition, this time I came to pay homage to my father, and I was not able to be discovered by the ghost king because of a spiritual talisman of Xu Zhenren."

Zhao Jing said with my eyes shining: "I have only seen such cultivation in Linghe Zhenren, who is as famous as my father, and I even think that Linghe Zhenren may not be able to compare with Xu Zhenren back then."

"You are too proud of that kid. When you saw Lao He, ten years ago, how could you know Lao He's current cultivation level?"

The man in the military uniform shook his head slightly: "But this Xu Changsheng is extraordinary. It is not a bad thing for you to form this incense relationship with him. Tell me, why did he ask you to come to me?"

"Father, for the second shot..." Zhao Jingwo smiled bitterly: "I didn't want to disturb my father, but Jing's face was not enough."

"Second Artillery?"
Chapter completed!