Chapter 422: Demolition at the Door
Chapter 422: Door-to-door demolition (Second update delivered!)
Lao Ai gnawed on a big steamed bun, drank some gruel, and squinted her eyes as she looked up and down at the men and women, including the three charming and romantic women. It can be seen from Lao Ai's eyes that these three women are no longer perfect. Not only that, there is a romantic charm in the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, and they seem to have practiced some skills that are 'destined' with Lao Ai.
However, in Lao Ai's view, the skills of these three women were too shallow. The highest state of the dual cultivation method is the outer Buddha and the inner demon. No matter how evil and domineering the essence of the method is, the appearance must be solemn and precious, then it can reach the true highest state.
"Three little naughty foxes, but they are good for healing." Lao Ai licked her lips and muttered in a low voice: "We are two masters, and you are one disciple."
The bloody maniac was chewing on a big steamed bun and gently touched Lao Ai with his elbow: "Master, as our master and disciple are now, killing chickens is a problem, how can we have the strength to arrest people?"
Lao Ai pondered for a moment, and he and Blood Maniac turned to look at Wu Qi at the same time.
Wu Qi carried the storage bag and poured out a small pile of low-grade spiritual stones. He counted one by one, and it turned out to be one hundred low-grade spiritual stones. But the size of this spiritual stone is too small, and it can be considered a low-grade spiritual stone in terms of quality. But have you ever seen a low-grade spiritual stone that is only the size of a date pit?
A standard low-grade spiritual stone is about the size of an adult's fist. The size, weight, and spiritual energy contained within it all have certain specifications. This is a low-grade spiritual stone. The total of these hundred low-grade spiritual stones the size of jujube pits is probably equivalent to one piece?
This storage bag is supposed to be worth some money, but have you ever seen a storage bag that is actually about the size of a fist, and the space inside is only as big as a human head? What can this storage bag hold? If it were sold on the market, this storage bag would probably only be worth thirty-fifty taels of silver?
With a dry laugh, Wu Qi carefully picked up a low-grade spiritual stone with his thumb and forefinger, and smiled at the men and women: "Fellow Taoists... Seniors... Immortal Chief, is this a low-grade spiritual stone? Wow, okay. Exquisite low-grade spiritual stone, you poor and greedy wolf, this is the first time in my life that I have seen such a finely polished low-grade spiritual stone. It can be set in a ring to make a gemstone."
Wu Qi's words were very hurtful, and several men and women were too dumbfounded to hear the sarcasm in his words. The man who just threw out the storage bag haughtily clasped his hands behind his back and said in a cold voice: "One hundred low-grade spiritual stones, one is a lot, of course, there is no way to get one more. We and the Anseong Min family have circled the nearby long stones. A land three hundred miles wide needs to be built as a summer garden, and this valley belongs to us."
After weighing the hundred low-grade spiritual stones, Wu Qi grabbed the steamed bun and took two bites. Then he rolled his eyes and shouted loudly: "Old monk Zangxin, someone is taking your territory. They used a hundred low-grade spiritual stones. Stone, I want to seize the Zangxin Zen Temple."
"**Grandma,
Who dares to touch our Zangxin Zen Temple? "A thunderous roar came, and the ground shook with the sound of footsteps that shook the sky. The ground trembled slightly. The fat monk in the kitchen opened his eyes wide and angrily raised a grass-cutting guillotine and charged at him. Out of the mountain gate.
Standing panting at the gate of the mountain, the fat monk roared angrily: "Monk Qitian, the protector of Zangxin Chanyuan, is here, who dares to be so presumptuous?"
Laughter like silver bells came from the mouths of the three women. The woman in the green dress pointed casually and laughed in a low voice: "What a strong monk. I wonder if the silver wax gun tip can't be used?" With one finger, Monk Qitian's belt suddenly shattered inch by inch, and his pants fell to his feet with a crash. Immediately afterwards, his monk's robe suddenly tore open with more than a dozen big slits. The breeze blew and the monk's robe fell down. Monk Qitian exposed his skin as white as silver and stood there dumbly unable to move.
The three women laughed loudly, and the other four men also laughed in unison. They laughed so hard that they were so proud that the young man who threw Wu Qi's storage bag narrowed his bitch eyes and twisted his mouth. The woman in the green dress smiled and said: "My little sister's magical powers have improved again, and my elder brother didn't even see how you did it."
The other three men were busy flattering the girl in the green skirt, blowing away her spell for a long time.
Wu Qi and Lao Ai looked at each other, and Wu Qi casually put the hundred low-grade spiritual stones into the storage bag on his waist. Such a finely polished low-grade spiritual stone is really a rare thing. A monk of similar status would not have the shame to use such a thing to fool people. And the Anseong Min family, judging from their behavior, could they be a miser family?
Among the seven men and women in front of them, except for the man leading the team and the girl in the green skirt who had just condensed the golden elixir, the others were still wandering in the innate realm. The piece of cloud light they walked on when they came was a cloud head transformed by a magic weapon, not a real cloud condensed by its own strength. In the eyes of Wu Qi and Lao Ai, the finger of the girl in the green skirt was just that, nothing to make a fuss about.
Monk Qitian lowered his head and looked blankly at his fat belly. Suddenly he let out a strange scream, dropped the guillotine, turned around and ran away. However, his pants tied his feet. As soon as he turned around and took a step, he hit the ground hard with a bang. Monk Qitian's body was violently rolling and trembling with waves of flesh. The door of Zangxin Chanyuan shook with a bang. The wooden plaque on the door shook, and suddenly fell off from the door with a large amount of dust, and hit Qitian. On the back of the monk's head.
‘Uh, uh’, Monk Qitian foamed at the foam and fainted.
Wu Qi and Lao Ai looked at each other again. The two of them, with their bloody madmen, carefully retreated to the statue of the Dharma Protector Vajra on the left side of the mountain gate. They grabbed the steamed buns in one hand and the porridge bowl in each other, stuffing food into their stomachs with big mouthfuls. .
Lao Ai sighed in a low voice: "I am in trouble. Now that my meridians are severely damaged, I can only rely on these worldly things to replenish my physical strength. I absorb some of the essence of the sun and moon every day at noon to heal my wounds and regain my energy. Alas, these monks have been driven away. I Where can the king go to eat and drink for free?"
Wu Qi stretched his neck and swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns. He rolled his eyes at Lao Ai and cursed in a low voice: "Don't even think about eating for free here. I was almost beaten to death by someone's palm. I don't have any cultivation left. Tsk." , this and the Anseong Min family are not easy to deal with. These monks must be driven away, and you, master and disciple, can fend for themselves."
Wu Qi would not tell Lao Ai that he had eighteen demon-level demon puppets in his body, nor would he tell him that he had practiced the Dragon Transformation Sutra to the level of the Thirty-six Transformations of Heavenly Dragon, and that his physical strength was enough to fight against ordinary immortals, let alone He will tell him that there are 10,000 Long Bo people in his soul-nurturing ring who are almost breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm.
Since Lao Ai would not tell these things, Wu Qi would definitely not tell him that his black dragon spirit ring contained a large number of miraculous medicines. Uh, why do you need to tell Lao Ai these things? Unless Lao Ai vowed to be Wu Qi's little brother, why would Wu Qi help him?
"My Buddha is merciful, so good, so good. Are these donors coming to my Zangxin Zen Temple to rejoice?"
As the Buddha's chant rang out, the young monk Shouxin walked out of the monastery carrying a big steamed bun in his left hand and a porridge bowl in his right hand, his cheeks bulging. He glanced at Monk Qitian in surprise, who was knocked unconscious by the wooden plaque, and his face suddenly darkened. Putting the porridge bowl and steamed buns on the threshold, the young monk walked to Monk Qitian, stretched out his hand to grab the wooden plaque, and a cloud of light rose up under his feet, carrying him to the lintel and hung the plaque upright. Go up.
Putting away the cloud light and falling to the ground, the young monk Shouxin walked down the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, put his hands together and saluted the men and women of the Min family, and said, "Is what Taoist Taoist Greedy Wolf just said true? They came to take it by force. Is it the foundation of my Zen monastery?"
Footsteps sounded from behind, and the old monk Zangxin walked out carrying a big steamed bun, followed by several fat and strong hounds. The old monk looked at the naked and unconscious monk Qitian lying on the ground, and sighed faintly: "When I meditate these days, my heart is always frightened. I only knew that something bad was coming, but I didn't expect it to be such a thing. "
After glaring at the young monk Shouxin, the old monk muttered: "These donors are not pilgrims who come to celebrate, but evil people who come to tear down the house."
Wu Qi took out an exquisite low-grade spiritual stone from his storage bag and threw it in his hand. He laughed dryly and said: "Old monk, this is the hundred pieces of low-grade spiritual stone they gave me. They want to dismantle the temple cover to escape the summer heat." "The garden"
Taking a deep breath, the old monk Zangxin looked at the seven men and women and said solemnly: "Several young benefactors, the old monk here has the land deed signed with Lord An. This valley with a radius of ten miles is the private property of Zangxin Zen Monastery. . The old monk built this Zen monastery and it has been cultivated here for more than 700 years. Every plant and tree was planted by the old monk himself..."
The girl in the green skirt gave a strange laugh, twisted her waist and stepped forward and said proudly: "Who listens to you, an old bald donkey? Old monk, you haven't been out of the mountains for a few years? The current lord of He'an City is the ancestor of our Min family, Sanle Zhenren , all previous land deeds are invalid.”
Pointing to Wu Qiu casually, the girl raised her head proudly and said, "A hundred low-grade spiritual stones are more than enough to buy your valley. You bald donkeys have taken advantage of the big prize, and if you are still not satisfied, you are asking for trouble." Eat it”
Wu Qi cooperated and took out a handful of one hundred exquisite low-grade spiritual stones and showed them to the old monk Zangxin.
The old monk was stunned. He clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant, and asked in a low voice: "May I ask the former city lord, Master Jing'an, how is he doing now?"
The young man who led the team raised his head arrogantly, took a few steps forward and sneered: "That old bald donkey, of course his brains burst and died tragically on the spot. Old bald donkey, you still have a cup of tea, don't blame us if you don't move away." Ruthless"
Wu Qi stuffed the spirit stone back into his storage bag, took a bite of the steamed bun, and looked back at the old monk Zang Xin.
The old monk's expression changed slightly, and he sighed softly: "Master Jing'an has actually achieved nirvana. You guys, what a ruthless method."
Putting the steamed buns squarely on the steps behind him, the old monk waddled a few steps forward. He said in a deep voice: "Well, don't blame the old monk for destroying demons and eradicating evil obstacles like you today."
A lion's roar erupted from the old monk's mouth, and a large golden light suddenly erupted from the skin of the skinny old monk. He clenched his fist and punched the arrogant young man in the chest.
The seven men and women, and the other three men and two women, were so shocked by the lion's roar that their eyes turned white. They howled and flew dozens of feet away, vomiting blood and fainted on the ground.
The young man and the woman in green exclaimed, and at the same time they opened their mouths and spit out a pink sword light.