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Fang Xiaowu saw that the castration of the ghost light was not very fast, and Master Hongguang could obviously avoid it, but he didn't avoid it, so he couldn't help but remind him.

Boom!

The ghost light hit Master Hongguang's body.

Everyone only said that Master Hongguang would be seriously injured by the ghostly light, but to everyone's surprise, Master Hongguang actually landed on the surface of the lake in a good manner, his hands were folded, and a Buddha aura faintly revealed an inch outside the body surface, and his face was solemn.

"Arhat Gong!"

Jin Chengfeng's complexion changed slightly.

Suddenly, a figure flew out of the water, and it was the woman who couldn't see her face.

She shouted coldly: "What is the relationship between you and the old monk Bodhi?"

Master Hongguang said: "Amitabha, the poor monk Hongguang, once walked the rivers and lakes in the name of the bearded immortal, was a lay disciple in the Dharma Temple, because of fate, he was able to worship under a sweeping monk, and studied Buddhism for ten years. ”

"Monk, why are you telling me all this nonsense, I just want to ask you, are you the apprentice of the old monk Bodhi?"

"Don't be anxious, please listen to the poor monk slowly. After the poor monk learned Buddhism in the Dharma Temple for ten years, he thought that he could become a teacher, so he left the Dharma Temple, looking for people everywhere to compete, and then after a lot of training, he knew that his cultivation was insignificant, so he ended up in the Langya City Pagoda Temple, while practicing, while looking for the true meaning of Buddhism.

A few years ago, a little friend came to the pagoda temple to help the poor monk complete a great cause, so that the poor monk opened his mind and knew who he was.

Since then, the poor monk has traveled all over the world, sometimes gaining epiphany, and his cultivation has gradually increased. However, the faster the cultivation of the poor monks grew, the more panicked they became.

One evening, the poor monk came to the capital and placed an order in the Tianyin Temple of Luojia Mountain.

It was night, the poor monk was sitting in meditation in the house, and a person suddenly appeared in front of him, claiming to be the first senior monk of Tianyin Temple, saying that he wanted to seal and seal with the poor monk.

The poor monk knew that he was not his opponent, and he was in Tianyin Temple, so he refused to fight him, so he was angry and seriously injured the poor monk......"

"Hey, it turns out that Master Hongguang once fought with Xuan Zhan, and was injured by Xuan Zhan, so it seems that Master Hongguang was forced to leave Tianyin Temple, but the monks below don't know. Fang Xiaowu thought to himself.

I only heard Master Hongguang continue: "After the poor monk left Tianyin Temple, he wanted to find a place to heal, but the injury suffered by the poor monk was too serious, so he walked around aimlessly, and as he walked, he saw a high tower......

"Tower of Babel. "Jin Cheng Feng Dao.

"Yes, that tower is the Tower of Babel. The poor monk knew that the Tower of Babel was haunted, but how could the monks care about these things, so they entered the Tower of Babel, intending to sit in the tower, even if the body was eaten by the ghosts, it was a matter of immeasurable merit.

Seven days later, the poor monk was surprised to find that not only was he not dead, but that his injuries had healed.

So, the poor monk climbed to the top of the tower, sat on the dry wood for half a year, and had an epiphany of arhat magic, only to know that he could achieve this creation, all because of ten years of learning Buddhism when he was young.

The poor monk came to his senses and hurried back to the Dharma Temple, wanting to find the master, but he didn't want the master to have left the temple for many years, and no one knew his whereabouts.

The poor monk heard that the master had sat in a cave in the back mountain of the Dharma Temple for nine years, so he went to this cave to sit for nine months, and understood some truth in the cave, so he returned to the capital, and the master respected it as a major event in the year. ”

"You've been talking about it for a long time, is your master an old Bodhi monk?" the faceless woman sneered.

"Amitabha, the master of the poor monk is the Bodhi monk. ”

Bodhi Monk!

The Bodhi monk among the ten strange people!

Although Fang Xiaowu had been mentally prepared, he was still surprised.

Suddenly, I heard a sneer from the bottom of the lake: "Little monk, your master is just afraid that it is not as simple as a Bodhi monk." ”

Master Hongguang said: "Amitabha, the female donor is right, the Bodhi monk is just an incarnation of the family teacher. ”

The voice at the bottom of the lake said: "In this way, the person who suppressed this seat under the Tower of Babel turned out to be the founder of the Dharma Temple, the ancestor of Dharma. ”

Bodhidharma Ancestor!

Fang Xiaowu was taken aback again.

"Amitabha, the honorific title of the family teacher is called Bodhidharma, whether it is the Bodhi monk or the ancestor of Bodhidharma, it is just a title of the family teacher. ”

"In your eyes, he is a profane monk, but in the eyes of this seat, he is nothing more than a nosy old bald donkey. If he hadn't interfered back then, how could this seat have been suppressed under the Tower of Babel and tortured for thousands of years......"

"When the donor hurt the innocent, the family teacher repeatedly persuaded the donor, but the donor not only did not listen, but intensified, and the family teacher had to cast a spell to suppress the donor under the Tower of Babel, hoping that the donor could one day achieve positive results and comprehend the Dharma. ”

"It's really nice to say, this seat has been trapped under the Tower of Babel for many years, life is better than death, if it weren't for this little Taoist priest born with a delicate heart, come to the Tower of Babel to watch, this seat is now only afraid of being suppressed and suffering under the tower. Now the strength of this seat is all over the sky and sweeping the world, don't say it's you, even the ancestor of Bodhidharma himself came, and this seat is not afraid of him. ”

"Since the female benefactor already knows that the family teacher is the ancestor of Bodhidharma, don't you understand why the family teacher was a step late back then?"

"I don't care about this matter, I only know that anyone who comes to Wanyouhu Lake, no matter who it is, no one wants to leave alive without the consent of this seat. ”

Suddenly, a voice sneered: "Monster, you'd better let my junior sister go, if you don't let go, I'm going to let your ten thousand secluded lakes dry up from now on, so that you have nothing to hide!"

The person who spoke was none other than the Mo cult chair.

"A little monk dared to say that if it weren't for the fact that you were a disciple of Wuzun, this seat would have slain you here at a thought. ”

The bottom of the lake said disdainfully.

Wuzun!

Fang Xiaowu suddenly remembered the Supreme Hall he had obtained in the Martial Arts Academy.

Could it be that the demon at the bottom of the lake said that Wu Zun is the founder of the Martial Arts Academy?

Otherwise, with the strength of that monster, why mention any martial arts?

Not to mention a monk who has not yet entered the peak of martial arts, even if a monk has entered the peak of martial arts, in front of her, it is not the same as an ant-like existence?

Fang Xiaowu thought for a while and said, "Senior at the bottom of the lake, my name is Fang Xiaowu, I have something to ask you." ”

"Presumptuous!" said the faceless woman coldly, "You baby is so bold that you dare to be so disrespectful to your master......"

"Yuxiang, let him ask, I want to hear it. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Fang Xiaowu said secretly: "It turns out that this woman's name is Yuxiang, such a beautiful name, it is really a joke that it would fall on the head of such a vicious woman." ”

He thought for a while, stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhu Jingwen, and said, "This girl is my friend, I want to know why she came to Wanyou Lake." ”

"I can answer you about this!" Yuxiang said coldly, "She was willing to be brought back to Wanyou Lake by me." ”

"Really?" Fang Xiaowu asked, not Yuxiang, but Zhu Jingwen.

Zhu Jing gritted her teeth, not letting her emotions get out of control, and replied seemingly very calmly: "Really." ”

"Why?"

"No why?"

"Jingwen, your father treats me like a son, I can't watch you become not like a human or a ghost in the future. If you have any problems, no matter how big the matter, I will help you solve it. Your father has only one daughter like you, and if he knows that you will live in this lake of ten thousand grieves, and he does not know how sad and sad he will be, you must not ......."

"I know what I'm doing myself. Zhu Jingwen still looked extremely calm, and said, "Brother Fang, if you return to Huayang City in the future, please tell my father on my behalf that I am doing well, don't worry about me." ”

"Tell the truth!"

Suddenly, a voice came.

After hearing this voice, Zhu Jingwen's delicate body couldn't help but tremble.

Although this person is not her father, he is also the person closest to her.

In the faint moonlight, I saw a person striding over, but it was Wan Yan Cong, who had not been seen for a long time, that is, Zhu Jingwen's master.

"Another one to die!" Yuxiang sneered.

Wan Yan Cong said as he walked: "Jingwen, am I your master?"

"Yes......"

Zhu Jingwen said in a trembling voice.

"Since I am your master, you come with me, I will see who dares to embarrass you. ”

"Master, I'm ......"

"Little junior sister!" Yuxiang shouted, "Do you want to be disobedient? This person has a low cultivation, let alone be your master, even if he is your apprentice, he is not qualified enough, if you dare to call him master, I will kill him." ”

"Senior sister. Zhu Jingwen said with a panicked face, "Don't you ...... Do it to him, I ...... If I don't scream, it's ......."

When she said this, of course, she was afraid that Yuxiang would be angry and beat Wan Yan Chong to death.

Twenty years ago, I went to the East China Sea alone to fight with a sea dragon, but both were injured, and my body also had problems, so I could only go back to Beijing to ask your master.

Your master said that if I want to solve my own problems, I have to go to Dengzhou. So I came to Dengzhou, and later became your master......"

"Who is your master?" asked Yuxiang.

"You don't deserve to ask him by the name of the old man. ”

"Look for death!"

Yuxiang raised her hand and was about to make a gesture.

Seeing that Master's life was in an instant, Zhu Jingwen hurriedly turned sideways, stopped in front of Yuxiang, opened her arms, and shouted, "Master, go quickly." ”

Hearing that Zhu Jingwen finished calling Master Yan Cong again, Yuxiang suddenly started to kill.

She was about to kill Yan Cong when she suddenly heard a voice at the bottom of the lake: "Is your master the old man who sells wine in Xinghua Village?"

"Yes!"

Wan Yan said.

Fang Xiaowu couldn't help but be secretly surprised: "It turns out that Xinghuaweng is the master of Wanyan Cong, that person is even an old fox who is polite, I don't know who is sacred." ”

"What's your master's name?"

"He called himself Yuan Gong. ”

Yuan Gong!

Fang Xiaowu's heart was shocked.

That Xinghua Weng is actually Yuan Gong.

What's going on?

If Xinghuaweng is Yuan Gong, why don't you come to yourself to avenge the Maoren?

Could it really be that Li Datong is right, Yuan Gong is more than one person, the real Yuan Gong is a good person, and the master of the Mao people is the fake Yuan Gong?