readx;? Hou Dongchang was defeated at the hands of the master of Wanfa Temple, and was rescued by the old proprietor who took refuge in the summer, and then he has been rooted in Datong Qianzhuang and escorted Qianzhuang. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now that time has passed, he has also become one of the highest decision-makers in the bank, and now he hopes to save the old proprietor, so he naturally does his best.

"The Sect Master of Buddhism has invited a lot of people over the years with the status of our Chase Money Village, but without the special spell mark of Buddhism, there is no way to strip the demon seed in the main body of the old east. ”

The little monk Mingyuan had a headache, as the orthodox 'precept Buddha' descendant of the ancient Chinese country, he understood how attractive he was to those demons when he had not grown up.

When the "Eight Desolations and Phaseless Heavenly Gong" had not yet broken through the fourth layer, there was no way to suppress the special Buddha power that was constantly wandering in his body, and his flesh and blood were like Tang monk's flesh, attracting those monsters all the time.

When he was trying out in the underground demon cave, one after another demon kings ran out of the deep territorial area, ordering thousands of monsters to search for his whereabouts.

During the two years of the trial, the feeling of not being able to sleep at night and always being vigilant about the killing of monsters was really a torment.

The scarce aura of the ancient country of China makes it difficult for high-level martial artists, and Mingyuan's cultivation talent is an absolute top-level Tianjiao level, which comes out once in hundreds of years, but when he reaches the third layer of "Eight Desolations and Phases of Heavenly Gong", there is no inch.

Finally appeared in this world full of spiritual energy, the little monk Mingyuan naturally wanted to break through the fourth layer of divine skills, but unfortunately, the incompleteness of the three souls and seven spirits was destined to be polished for a while.

At this time, if you go to remove the demon seed under the demon king level, it is tantamount to deliberately provoking the other party, and once he learns of his special physique, he will never have peace.

From Tai Hua's mouth, he learned that there were a terrifying number of demons between this heaven and earth, and there were many monsters at the level of demon kings and great demon kings among them, and there were terrifying existences at the level of demon lords in the central area of the Endless Demon Land.

His current strength is said to be strong and strong, and weak is also weak, and the overall combat power is about equivalent to the level of the eleventh grade to the eleventh grade, and it can be regarded as a heroic party in the rivers and lakes, and can dominate the territory of thousands of miles.

However, in the eyes of the imperial court family, this power is not enough, there are countless families in the thousand-year-old imperial dynasty such as the Great Qian Empire, and the generals are constantly multiplying, and any one of them controls the terrible strength that many small countries are afraid of.

He wants to return to the vulgar and swim in this vast world, but he still needs to grow, and what he lacks now is time.

There are less than three months left in the agreed time with that person, and he is about to prepare to receive everything from the other party in this world, if he doesn't have the strength, he touches that circle, and he is looking for death!

"It's really troublesome! Old Hou, I don't know how long the old proprietor of Chase Money Village can last, and whether he is worried about his life?"

Rubbing his sour temples, the little monk Mingyuan was also a little embarrassed, after all, the other party saved his life, and he had to repay him.

Hou Dongchang's fiery red eyebrows were raised, quite helpless, and he couldn't figure out this little monk. Although it has not been confirmed until now whether the other party really controls the 'swastika' mantra of the Buddhist Gate, his terrifying talent alone is worth handing over.

Let's ask, Ganzhou is a hundred countries and countless geniuses, how many people can reach the combat power of Mingyuan Little Monk in the Double Ten Year?

"The old proprietor was also in the realm of grandmasters, although he has been eroded by the demon seed over the years, but relying on the medicine stone and the majestic internal force, as long as he doesn't fight with anyone too fiercely, he doesn't have to worry about his life. ”

The little monk Mingyuan pursed his lips, and scolded secretly in his heart, looking at Hou Dongchang's anxious appearance, how could he not worry about his life.

The demon seed planted by the peerless demon at the level of the Great Demon King himself, how could it be so simple, presumably the so-called old proprietor of the other party has lost a lot of vitality, and he has to use ginseng for more than a hundred years to hang it.

"In this way, with the Tongtian power of Chase Bank, it should be no problem to maintain the status quo of the old proprietor for another half a year, right?"

After hesitating for a long time, Hou Dongchang bowed slightly: "There is still half a year's time, isn't it a boy, you promised me to help the old proprietor after half a year?"

Looking at the hope in the other party's eyes, the little monk Mingyuan nodded helplessly, he owed the other party a lot of favors, so he naturally had to pay it back, and if he was lucky, half a year would be enough for him to return the three souls and seven spirits.

"Little monk, I never lie, Hou Lao, you can go to Shaolin Temple to find me after half a year, if you don't leave me a letter at the abbot of the round wheel, I will rush to the place where you left in the shortest possible time. ”

Hou Dongchang slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and clasped his hands into fists: "Since you agreed, little master, then I thank you for the old man, and I will definitely be rewarded after the matter is completed!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, the matter was settled, and the inexplicable relationship became a little closer. The little monk of Mingyuan can also be regarded as relieved, in the past half a year, presumably Datong Qianzhuang will do everything possible to maintain the safety of Shaolin Temple.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the little monk Mingyuan had recovered from all his internal and external injuries, and Hou Dongchang, as the guardian of Chase Bank, was already a great favor to be able to accompany him for a few months.

On the riverside, the little monk Mingyuan and Hou Dongchang stood on a boulder, looking at the vast and boundless river surface in the wind.

"Old Hou, goodbye today, if you say goodbye, I'm afraid that I will no longer be the little monk I am now, thank you for taking care of me these days!"

The river wind suddenly became stronger, blowing the robes of the two people hunting, and Hou Dongchang's fiery red beard rose against the wind, like a burning flame.

"Boy, although the old man doesn't know which one you jumped out of, there is something to say. The water in Ganzhou is very deep, and what you see on the surface is only the tip of the iceberg, and the real behemoths are hidden under the water. ”

With both hands clenched into fists, Hou Dongchang stopped at the point, and he was quite surprised by the martial arts talent of the little monk Mingyuan.

However, if you want to go further, you have to guard against arrogance and rashness, after all, even if the hundred countries of Ganzhou decline, the water in the shadows is still very deep and turbid.

A fiery red shadow galloped on the surface of the river, fleeting, elusive, Hou Dongchang's reed crossing the river saw Mingyuan little monk sigh praise, the great grandmaster's internal force is really strong and difficult to guess.

"It's the tip of the iceberg! It's really exciting, if only there were so many peerless masters, so that when I reached the top, I would only be left with the loneliness of standing proudly in the world. ”

With a grin, the little monk Mingyuan was shocked, and he rushed out like a golden-winged peng bird on a small path on the river beach, recuperating outside for a long time, I am afraid that many monks in the Shaolin Temple should be in a hurry.

Along the official road for more than 500 miles, the little monk Mingyuan sometimes hurried with light skills, and sometimes took a ride on the old farmer's ox cart, constantly inquiring about the news about the Shaolin Temple from the mouths of these people.

Hearing that Mahayana Buddhism in the imperial capital turned out to be a high-ranking monk preaching the Dharma at the Shaolin altar, the face of the little monk Mingyuan showed a curious look.

Qingtan County is more than 6,400 miles away from the imperial capital of the Great Qianguo, and the Mahayana Temple is the first of ten thousand temples.

Could it be that Shaolin is still expected to be merged into the Mahayana Temple and become a branch temple? Suddenly, this idea popped into the head of the little monk Mingyuan.

After thinking for a moment, the little monk Mingyuan couldn't help but sneer, although the Mahayana Temple is strong, but if you want to dictate to the Shaolin Temple and exercise the power of the head of the ten thousand temples, it is a bit whimsical.

Not to mention that the strength of the Wheel Dharma King is terrifying, with the Vajra Buddha seal, he is absolutely invincible at the grandmaster level, even if he is a great grandmaster, he can't think of defeating him within three hundred moves.

Vassalizing the Mahayana Temple, that can only be a joke, after all, he left a lot of big and small Dan for the Round Wheel Dharma King, which is enough for Shaolin Temple to cultivate several strong people who can handle it in a short period of time.

Three days later, the little monk Mingyuan came to a place twenty miles away from Shaomu Mountain in an ox cart, and looked at the hundreds of shops in Kongxuan Town, which was originally a pitiful population, and was instantly stunned.

"When did Kongxuan Town become so developed? How can there be so many shops in this place where birds don't, and those proprietors are all lacking in their brains, what kind of money can they make here?"

Mingyuan's little monk's self-talk was listened to by a tea guest sitting in a tea shop not far away, and immediately picked up the conversation: "Little monk, I see that you are here to join our Shaolin Temple in Shaolin Mountain, right?"

Seeing him nod, the man shook his head:

"This Kongxuan Town is now a battleground for those merchants in Yuantian Mansion, there are many monks like you who come to Shaolin Temple to get started, and there are countless lay disciples, such a large flow of customers will certainly make Kongxuan Town prosperous. But I advise you not to expect to worship under the Shaolin Gate. ”

After listening, the little monk Mingyuan said that he had been taught, and he regretted that he was not at the beginning.

I knew that the land in Kongxuan Town was so valuable now, it was better to buy the entire town at the beginning, and now I don't have to worry about Shaolin Temple to eat, drink and Lazar in the next ten years.

Seeing that the little monk Mingyuan was still planning to walk towards Shaomu Mountain, the tea guest looked unhappy:

"I said to persuade you not to go, Shaolin Temple recruits either geniuses who practice martial arts, or large households who donate enough incense money, seeing that you are alone, it is better to go home, it is better to be angry than those bullying dogs." ”

From the mouth of the tea guest, Mingyuan heard a wave of resentment, could it be that something happened in Shaolin Temple, which made the people of Yuantianfu a little complaining inside and outside the mountains?

"Please also ask the donor to make it clear that this Shaolin still needs to pay incense money to enter the temple to practice?"

The tea guest snorted coldly, but he didn't plan to mention it, and looked around with his empty tea bowl, so comfortable.

The expression of the little monk Mingyuan moved, and he took out a silver dragon coin from his inner pocket and put it in front of Xiao Er.

"Little Er, bother to give this donor a bowl of good tea. ”

The little second brother smiled when he saw this silver dragon coin, quickly changed a porcelain cup for the tea guest, and poured the best dragon well before the rain into it, and a smile appeared on the face of the tea guest.

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