After not seeing each other for a few years, the handsome little lama at that time was already beautiful and handsome.

The Buddha's palm that trapped Ye Qingxuan had withered like fallen leaves. Ye Qingxuan sprinkled out, not only without any damage, but also felt a little bloated because of inhaling a large amount of Qi.

When old friends met Ye Qingxuan, he had just had time to say hello. He glanced at the other pair of Buddha palms that had been raised high and had not yet closed. He smiled and said, "The boat capsized in the gutter. I didn't expect that the big lama had such skills. I have never seen you use it before..."

Long Suttonzhu snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Boy Ye has a good life. There will always be someone to rescue him at critical moments!"

The Living Buddha Zongba recited the Buddha's name and said calmly: "As the master of Tantric Buddhism, my Buddha is merciful. The thousand-year-old grudge between Tantric Buddhism and the Middle Land sects should be resolved. The younger generation took action, which is to make the Tantric Buddhism have room for transformation with the Middle Land sects..."

"Duh! You can't stop talking!" Long Sudunzhu was furious, "What is the right of ignorant junior to criticize me? Do you only have Buddhism in your heart, but you have a family and country?"

Zongba looked solemn and said coldly: "Buddhist monks are attached to worldly power. Is this done by monks?"

The Great Western Vatican Kingdom has become a substantial country due to the growth and intervention of Tantric power, and monks intervened in the struggle for power, which will inevitably corrupt Tantric monks.

When Tantric Buddhism developed to the time when Zongba was born, many powerful sects had become greatly declining in the essence of Buddhist precepts, their lives were degenerate and corrupt, enslaved people, occupied fertile land, and oppressed the people. Political struggles became the dominant force of the upper-level Buddhist forces, which directly led to the alienation of the religious people. The rebellion in the Great Western Vatican was rampant, and the entire country was on the verge of disintegration.

In view of this, Zongba was heartbroken and had vowed to reform religion since he was very young.

Now, the Living Buddha Zongba, who is under 20 years old, has received support from many tribes in the Daxue Mountains area and has been sincerely supported by the monks and laymen. It is precisely with the support of middle and lower-level believers that the Living Buddha Zongba became an opponent who could threaten the authority of the Great Treasure Master in a very short time.

Long Suttonzhu has sent four great guardians to hunt down the living Buddha Zongba, but Zongba is unstable and has never been able to do what he wants. This time, he unexpectedly met him in Middle Earth. Long Suttonzhu was full of murderous intent, but he was extremely angry and did not take action.

Boom, boom!

Two loud noises...

Monk Ruhua and Nie Xingxie broke free from the siege of Dragon Sutton Pearl and retreated.

The "mad monk" was naked, revealing his strong muscles. He had a magic weapon in his hand, and was as majestic as the Bodhisattva Weituo descended to earth.

Nie Xingxie flew into the rubble, caressed Meng Yuanyun, who was injured, and retreated to Ye Qingxuan and others.

The two sides once again formed a confrontation.

"Old Lama, is this a happy moment?" Meng Yuanyun's mouth was bleeding, but she was obviously in good spirits and couldn't help but speak out and mock her.

Long Sutton Bead's face was as deep as water, but he didn't speak.

This old lama does not have the good temper of a Buddhist. If he had already been attacking, how could he now...

Ye Qingxuan felt suspicious and did not speak. When he was thinking for a moment, his expression moved and glanced at the dusty street with some sense. A sensation that seemed to be there and not existed suddenly appeared, but disappeared in an instant.

At this time, Meng Yuanyun did not change her cunning character and said more and more: "Why don't the old lama talk? I was so scared when I saw our little Zongba?"

"Do you think he can stop me with his ability? But the junior in the innate realm dares to be arrogant after taking advantage of some advantages?" Long Suttonzhu seemed to confirm something, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Moo - is the sneaky one worthy of being called a master? Master Wunian, why don't you come out yet?"

As soon as this statement came out, all the heroes in the world were shocked.

"What? Master Wunian from the Great Zen Temple is here?"

“Where, where?”

"Who is Master Wunian who has not appeared in the world for a hundred years?"

"Let me see..."

...

The name of Zen Master Wunian is enough to detonate the entire Hedong Prefecture, and the crowds of people who had retreated before rushed in again.

As the world's number one monk, Zen Master Wunian is undoubtedly more appealing than the cruel and ruthless Li Muchan. The legendary Zen master who is compassionate and respected is in some ways. In some ways, he is the first person to represent Bai Dao in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Under the admiration of the crowd, the world fell into silence for a moment.

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The sound of wooden fish hitting came from nowhere, and fell straight into everyone's heart.

Whether it is mortals or warriors, their bodies are all shocked. The originally irritable and anxious emotions are empty. The thoughts in their minds have never been so clear, and they all show unbelievable expressions.

Empty!

Two more sounds rang.

One sound is in the east and the other is in the west. I carefully identified it, but I couldn't be sure.

This time, not only did the heroes show a look of horror, but also half-step myth masters such as Li Moyin and Long Suttonzhu also showed a frown expression at the same time.

On the bell tower, Huangfu Shouzhuo, the "King of the Mountain" looked surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Master Wuhen, how good is this Zen Master Wunian? Compared with him, who is better and who is weak... Huh? Where is Master Wuhen?"

Huangfu Shouzhuo turned his head quickly, but found that the "demon monk" who had been standing beside him had no complaints and no idea when he would disappear.

Dongfang Xu, not far away, couldn't help but sneer and said, "Monkey Wushen's mortal enemy is here, it's still so powerful. He didn't escape early. Could it be that he could wait for Wunian bald donkey to come and clear the portal?"

"This..." Huangfu Shouzhuo looked awkward and said in a low voice: "Master Wujiang shouldn't be like this."

All the demons sneered, but Li Moyin's face remained motionless and showed his thoughtful look.

The wooden fish is empty.

Just a few short and monotonous voices and colors actually made the people of the world calm and return to nature.

Within a radius of ten miles, everyone who could hear the sound of the wooden fish entered the state of meditation in an instant.

On the distant street, dust fell, revealing an old monk walking slowly.

The grey monk robe is a sewing and repaired, but it is extremely clean. The thin and dry body is solemn and majestic. There is a wooden fish with lacquer in his hand, and the wooden hammer is knocked off. The five sounds are colorless, but they are better than the subtle sounds, making people feel purified.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the monk from afar and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Master Wunian, who is famous all over the world, finally got to see him.

Only a hundred meters away from everyone, everyone could only hear three wooden fish sounds. The old monk took three steps and arrived in front of Ye Qingxuan and his men.

Above the huge Buddha's true body and Dharma appearance, there were originally many winds and clouds, and the world was dark.

And the old monk's journey was like seeing the sun with clear clouds, and the world returned to peace.

This is the first time Ye Qingxuan and others have seen Master Wunian. He does not have the legendary immortal style, nor does he have the arrogance of the "demon monk" without complaints and has the temperament of a monk. He is just a thin old monk with a plain face.

Yes plain.

Just like the rising and falling sun in the world, it is natural, but it makes people dare not feel contemptuous.

Ye Qingxuan, Zongba, Nie Xingxie, Meng Yuanyun and Ruhua all bowed together to pay the highest respect to him.

No one said he was thoughtless, but everyone knew that he was thoughtless.

Any mind has no thoughts, no thoughts in the mind.

When you are deeply practicing, you will see that the five aggregates are empty and you will overcome all sufferings.

The heroes everywhere were stunned and shocked, and the awakened people were even more overwhelmed with tears in their faces.

"Namo Amitabha!"

He yelled the Buddha's name calmly, and the heroes in the world folded their hands together and bowed respectfully, "Namo Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name is the same as the one who is in the world.

Long Sudunzhu's face was gloomy, and the cassock shook, and the true body and Dharma appearance of the Buddha in the air suddenly disappeared...

"Wu Nian, you have been huddled in the Great Zen Temple for more than a hundred years, and finally you are willing to come out to see me!" Long Suttonzhu had no aura of a monk. When he saw Wu Nian appear, he conquered all the heroes. How could Long Suttonzhu, who believed that he was profound in Buddhism, not be jealous in his heart?

Zen Master Wunian didn't care at all when he heard this, so he gave a bow to Zongba first, and then said, "Master Zongba came to Zhongdi, but I couldn't greet him. I'm guilty, sin..."

The tone of the living Buddha Zongba faded into the breeze and replied, "I finally saw the true face of the master, and I feel very comforted."

The two of them saw that Long Sutton Pearl disappeared and immediately made him angry.

"Wu Nian, how dare you look down on me?" Long Suttonzhu roared.
Chapter completed!