"You already have one of the tools, and as long as you have enough names, you can open the path to becoming a god.

"Do you know why I must preach to the world during these days?"

"Tianjun means..."

Yan Tianjun nodded and said: "Name!"

I don’t know how many years have passed.

…

"Brother, the people here only know that there are gods, but they don't know about Buddhas and Laos."

The young monk walking slowly on the street said solemnly: "We have all received the Buddha's decree to prevent all sentient beings from falling into the net of evil spirits and to be reborn in bliss in the future. How can we ignore the current scene?"

The leading monk on the side said calmly: "All living beings are suffering, and they are trapped in it. We are supposed to save the world, but the decree is more important. Is it to save the world or save people? For monks like us, who are insignificant, it is natural to come first."

It is only after completing what the law says and then bringing salvation to the world."

"What senior brother said is absolutely true."

The young monk saluted respectfully.

"Let's go, senior brother Xuannan should be waiting impatiently."

The two monks left quickly.

…

"Brother!"

Wen Zhaowu, who was bringing Old Ibis Saint with him, came forward and greeted him.

"Um."

A soft nasal sound came from the chariot.

A jade-colored dragon and tiger pull an ancient chariot, just like the sun and moon walking together.

The person in the car is undoubtedly the Holy Land senior brother Wen Zhaowu mentioned, Chu Xingluo, who teaches the Yin Yang Dao of the Yin Yang King.

Even in the Forbidden Land, under heavy pressure, the dragons and tigers of the ancient chariot still showed terrifying intelligence. Chu Xingluo in the ancient chariot said calmly: "It seems that the news is true."

"Junior brother, do you know where the Xishan Temple is?"

"ah."

Wen Zhaowu was stunned for a moment.

"Junior brother, why are you so surprised?"

"Where is the Xishan Temple?"

"this……"

Wen Zhaowu glanced at Old Ibis Saint and wondered why his senior brother asked about Xishan Temple as soon as he arrived.

"It's a long story."

"Get on the bus, a long story will be short."

Wen Zhaowu boarded the chariot, and the old Ibis Shengze who was waiting aside acted as the driver.

The dragon and tiger stepped forward, and the chariot flew into the air.

Immediately afterwards, they really rushed like the sun and moon across the sky, but in an instant, the ancient chariots had disappeared from the place where Wen Zhaowu greeted them.

…

A skinny figure walked on the ground.

The body is covered with decay.

There seemed to be nothingness under the hood of the cassock, only a hand as dry as ancient tree bark was exposed, holding a long stick. The long stick was more like a blind man's blind stick.

The blind man's other hand was holding a gong. The gong made no sound at all. Wherever it passed, it was like the road was stuck, and it was out of tune with the world.

The blind man looked at the world in front of him.

He seemed to be watching very seriously.

The hoarse voice was like two pieces of thick iron rubbing against each other: "How can Wei Luge still sit still? There is only an empty shell left in Nuo Da's sacred forbidden land. Even junior chariots can run rampant. This was not the case before.

."

"Or are you saying, Wei Li Ge, that you really don't care about anything?

"It's quite advantageous for me.

"Please help me too."

…

The middle-aged man with a sword on his back stood outside the city and said coldly: "Why doesn't Cui Jianlu come?"

The swordsmen who followed were silent.

One of the boys stepped forward, raised his hands and said, "Uncle, Cui Jianlu from Guxian Tower said that the auction will be held on the 15th day of the month. I think we can only see his figure at that time."

"snort."

One of the monks among the swordsmen said: "That bullshit auction, we will find it ourselves when we come here."

"right."

The middle-aged man continued: "Whoever stops me will be killed alive!"

"Let's go."

The swordsmen who were about to leave saw a figure walking in front of them.

The figure on the back seemed to have an icy air.

Even the surrounding time and space is frozen.

The young boy swallowed and said in horror: "Uncle!"

"Don't panic."

The middle-aged swordsman held down his sword: "Who is this old man?!"

There was no turning back or any response.
Chapter completed!