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At the gate of Wusheng Mountain, at the Zangding Temple, two monks wearing simple monk robes stood at the door, which seemed a little out of place in this gate.

Two monks, one old and one young, both of them had snow-white eyebrows, dark faces, wrinkles on their faces outlined ravines, and their bodies were a little thin, like a bamboo pole. At first glance, they looked like refugees walking out of a war-torn place, and seemed to have not had a full meal for a long time.

The young monk's figure looks stronger, standing quietly beside the old man, slightly dark, but he can see that his tender face is not at all emotional.

Neither monks stood there without saying a word, like two statues.

After a while, a little Taoist priest walked out and said to the two: "Two masters, Taoist priest Changhe promised to see you, please come with us."

The old monk put his hands together and spoke more authentic Chinese: "Thank you, Master, for leading the way."

The young monk also clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, which seemed very polite.

The little Taoist priest smiled shyly, as if he was respected so for the first time. Then he led the way in front and led the two monks all the way to the small courtyard behind. He reached out and said respectfully: "Two masters, Taoist priests are inside, please."

The two monks once again put their hands together and thanked each other, and then walked in.

Both sides represent two world-famous large sects, and their inheritance is more than two thousand years old. So when we meet each other, etiquette is called a stitch. No one allows us to have any rudeness, which makes the other party look down upon.

The little Taoist priest pushed open the door of the small yard, and the two monks walked in gently and saw a group of people standing in the yard, which was a little surprised. They all thought that the Taoist sect was also a quiet place, and only the people from Wusheng Mountain should be right here. However, now it seems that there are outsiders.

Moreover, when the old monk saw Wen Donggui, his pupils shrank significantly, and then he stepped forward and folded his hands at the Taoist Changhe with his hands together and said, "Amitabha, my goodness, I will take my disciple to pay homage to the true man of Changhe, the Taoist Yuanding..."

The young monk Xingzi also clasped his hands together and said in a regular manner: "Little monk Xingzi. He has seen the true man Changhe, Taoist Master Yuanding..."

This is a complicated religious rule, and the two monks called Changhe and Wang Chengdao, representing the meeting between the two major religions, which is different from simple warriors.

Taoist priest Changhe and master Wang Cheng also had to meet two of them in a regular manner using Taoist etiquette.

After seeing this, Taoist priest Changhe asked the two monks to sit down.

The old monk Fro sat down. The little monk Xingzi stood behind him.

Sitting opposite the old monk Fro was Wen Donggui. Behind Wen Donggui were the Wen brothers and sisters standing.

Three directions are sitting in the world with two major sects and representative figures of a major family that have been passed down for more than two thousand years!

Each one is a master of the times.

Wen Donggui took a sip of tea, glanced at Fro, and asked lightly: "Is Pinu dead?"

Fro looked at Wen Donggui, lowered his eyebrows and folded his hands together, and said, "I have seen Donor Wen. Senior Brother Pinu is the guardian of the Vajra lineage of my Buddhist sect, and I am the Tantric sect. The two have little interaction. However, as far as I know, Brother Pinu was almost seriously injured after fighting with the donor. However, he returned to the Bodhi Temple, the holy land of the Buddha sect, and was treated to save his life. He has not come out yet!"

Wen Donggui's hand holding tea trembled gently, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

The Bodhi Temple is one of the four holy places of the Buddha Sect in India. It is recorded in history that this is the place where Buddha Shakyamuni became a Buddha. Therefore, it has always been the most important Buddhist holy place in the eyes of the disciples of the Buddha Sect. It is more meaningful than the Buddha's birth, preaching place, and the place of passing away. It represents becoming a Buddha, so it is the most concentrated holy place for Buddhist masters.

It is said that there are many Buddhist masters there who are pursuing the aura of Buddha Shakyamuni.

Wen Donggui was worried that the monk Pinu would return to the Bodhi Temple for many years and might heal the injuries in his internal organs. Then, in the near future, he might go to Wen's family again, and no one in the Wen family could resist it.

After all, the Indian Buddhist sect also has many internal methods that ordinary people cannot understand.

Fro looked at Wen Donggui and said, "It's a pity that the donor is still injured for many years."

Wen Donggui looked at Fro coldly, obviously not interested in him, shook his head and said, "The master does not need to worry about my injury, old man, let me tell you about your purpose in coming to Wusheng Mountain. Master, you have traveled thousands of miles and traveled across the ocean to my Taoist sect in China. Isn't it to exchange religious ideas?"

Taoist Changhe sat between the two, drinking tea calmly, and behind him were Wang Cheng and other members of Wu Sheng Mountain. At this moment, he looked up at Fro. In fact, he and Wang Cheng and his disciples had roughly known the purpose of each other.

Because, Fro said, it belongs to the Tantric lineage within the Buddhist sect.

Fro looked at the teacup in front of him, then looked at Taoist Changhe, and asked, "In fact, our master and disciple came walking, crossed the snowy mountain area, stepped over the snowy land, and searched for the true meaning of Buddhism. Changhe Zhenren, half a year ago, three junior brothers from my Tantric Buddhism went to the Western Regions to find the Vajra Sect's own Vajra Sect's portal that was established by our Buddhist sect back then, but they all disappeared later. As far as I know, Changhe Zhenren, you brought your disciple and the bright lamp to look for the Vajra Sect's portal in the Western Regions. Have you ever seen my three senior brothers? My three senior brothers practiced the method of joint attack of Tantric Buddhism. Under the combination of the secret method of sound and gang, they were almost invincible in the world. If they were not peerless masters, they would not be able to do anything to them!"

The atmosphere in the venue became extremely quiet.

Wen Donggui and his grandson looked at Taoist Changhe and Master and Apprentice Wang Cheng with curiosity. Of course, they didn't know about this. Only Master and Apprentice Wang Cheng himself knew about this.

At this time, others sound like a legendary story.

The Wen family also has a family of Huatuo, which has been passed down for two thousand years. It has part of the inheritance of the Five Animal Sect. Naturally, it is known what kind of state it is to condense sounds and qi.

It can be said that there are not many such masters in the whole world now. Maybe not one of them.

Once such a master appears, he is indeed almost invincible.

However, Wen Donggui also heard that the other party could reach the realm of voice condensation with three people, so that a master of the same realm would be more than weaker.

The atmosphere was a little nervous.

Everyone present seemed to be on guard secretly, and everyone's breath became slower.

I saw Taoist Changhe slowly put down his teacup and looked at the other party. He asked bluntly: "Is there a monk's Dharma name called Moro?"

Fro's thin body shook slightly, staring at Taoist Changhe without blinking, barely maintaining his calmness, and nodded, "Yes, Moro is my junior brother, and my other two junior brothers are with him! Have you seen me as three junior brothers?"

Taoist Changhe's whole body was also condensed in his body, and his whole body was full of danger like a high-pressure boiler. He looked at Fro and nodded, "Yes, your three junior brothers are all dead."

Bang……

There was a muffled sound suddenly.

The Eight Immortals Table in front of the three suddenly turned into a tiny piece of debris without warning and floated in the air.

It was the palm of the old monk Fro who placed it on the table that could not suppress his instinctive reaction, and he exerted a force, turning the table into powder.

He stared at Changhe and his tone became quiet: "Is that related to real people?"

The little monk Xingzi, who was standing behind him, also had a high aura. A hot breath emanated, and he seemed to have also realized the internal qi and blood similar to Pure Yang.

However, what is even more amazing is that the table that was made into powder by Fro did not float out, but was squeezed into the middle by the breath emitted by the three masters, then shrank into a ball and fell quietly to the ground.

It seems that the middle area is isolated from the outside.

Wang Cheng, Yang Qingyu, Wang Yuanyuan, Zhang Shaoyun, Anna and other Wusheng Mountain Gatemen, who were standing behind Taoist Changhe, also gathered their breath at the same time.

This is Wu Sheng Mountain, the gate of their sect.

Outsiders come here to do something. That is their mortal enemy.

Taoist Changhe held the teacup in his hand and said seriously: "I did want to kill them at that time, but their death had nothing to do with us."

Fro's breath became lighter and he continued to ask, "Who is that? The Minglan doesn't have this strength."

"Do you know Naye?"

Taoist priest Changhe asked.

Fro's eyes flashed with a hint of solemn expression. He obviously knew Naye's strength and asked seriously: "Is it Mingye? He was also in the Vajra Sect at that time?"

"Yes, it was Naye who took action and killed your three junior brothers on the spot!"

Taoist priest Changhe said lightly.

Fro's dark and thin face became a little rosy. As he breathed, his thin body gradually became fuller. He no longer looked thin, but became increasingly strong.

"Then real people, you have obtained the martial arts scriptures of the Vajra Sect's ancestor, fighting against the Vajra Buddha? I see that your disciple, Taoist Yuan Ding, has the aura of dragon elephant and the pure yang energy of the Buddhist sect. Wusheng Mountain is a Taoist inheritance. Your disciple practices both Buddhism and Taoism, aren't you afraid that the ancestor will get angry?"

The majesty on Flor's body gradually became stronger, his voice became thicker, deeper, and stronger: "This time I came to represent my Buddhist sect to take back the martial arts scriptures of the Vajra Sect that were spread to China. I also asked the real person to fulfill it. If I were asked to bring the scriptures back, I would not pursue the sin of Taoist Master Yuanding's arbitrarily practicing the martial arts of my Buddhist sect."

Buzzing...

Huhuhuhuhu...

The old monk said incredibly righteous words, as if he was talking about the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. His voice seemed to turn into substance, and it kept hitting like a sled hammer in everyone's ears, and the surrounding aura also whistled into whirlwinds and storms everywhere.

The best masters of Tantric Buddhism are the secret techniques of sound skills.

Of course, this old monk Fro also majored in the secret techniques of internal music. But at the same time, he obviously had great ambitions. At the beginning, he might have sent three junior brothers to follow Mingdeng to the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions to seize the Vajra Martial Arts. This would be of great help to Tantric Buddhism. The powerful combat martial arts that integrates internal and external combat martial arts, combined with the secret techniques of Tantric Buddhism's unique music skills, can make Tantric martial arts without weaknesses.

After learning that all three junior brothers had failed and died, he personally found Wu Shengshan.

It can be seen that the Indian Buddhist Sect is definitely surging and the competition is even more intense, and it is bound to be a peaceful and peaceful state. Tantric Buddhism urgently needs to cultivate new forces.

This level of sound skills has no effect on Wang Cheng now, but it has a huge impact on his two junior sisters and several disciples. They all have pale faces and their bodies shake, and they can't help but take a few steps back.

The next moment, a sound suddenly rose out of nowhere again, blocking the sound of the old monk Fro who was rushing over. This sound was like a brilliant heavenly power, which was unmatched. The urge to kneel down and worship naturally arises in my heart.

This is the Tiangang thunder sound that Taoist Changhe has gradually felt a little bit lately, but it is still not the authentic Tiangang thunder sound!

Boom boom boom boom...

The Tiangang thunder sound was suppressed, and the restless aura at the scene was suppressed to calm down.

Taoist Changhe stared at Fro, and his voice gradually became colder, and he said coldly: "Fro, I didn't know you before. The death of the three people in your Tantric Buddhism has nothing to do with me. So, there is no festival between us. Now, come to my Wusheng Mountain to perform the Tantric Musical Practice. Do you think there is no one in my Wusheng Mountain and can you let you bully it?"

Fro put his hands together, and his whole person had become bigger than the beginning, from the previous bamboo pole to a solid image as strong as a pillar. He looked at Taoist Changhe without any gaze, and said calmly: "Amitabha, the real person misunderstood. I just came to get my own things from my Buddha Sect. The Vajra Sect Martial Arts Book is my Buddha Sect's belongings. I also asked the real person to return it to me. I am grateful and disrespectful. I will thank you within three years!"

Wen Donggui sneered and said coldly disdainfully: "Pinu also said this at the beginning. He asked me to give up his territory, saying that it is a place where Buddhism is destined to be. Are your bald donkeys in India so shameless? You said it is yours, it is yours? Go to Wusheng Mountain to ask for things, Fro, your heart is really not small."

Fro stood up, folded his hands together, and his breath burst out again. He ignored Wen Donggui and still looked at Taoist Changhe. His voice rushed out like a hammer: "I must get something for you this time. It is the Buddhist will. Please help the real person."

It's very righteous.

Huhuhuhuhuhuhu......

A violent aura rushed towards the Taoist Changhe.

The halo in the eyes of Taoist Changhe flashed, and he suddenly stood up. The breath in his body moved. The Tiangang thunder sound burst out again and shouted: "Fro, I see that you are a guest from afar. If you leave now, I will pretend that I didn't hear what you said. If you insist on doing this, then the old Taoist will make you pay the price and let you all Indian Buddhists know that even if I am the only one of Wusheng Mountain, I am not a bunch of bald donkeys that can be bullied. My land of China is not something you can come or leave at will."

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The two auras collided violently in the middle. Except for Wen Donggui and Wang Cheng, everyone around was forced to retreat continuously, including monk Xingzi and Wen Yong. In addition to Yang Qingyu and Wen Ying, the two Wang Yuanyuan and Zhang Shaoyun and other disciples all retreated more than ten steps before they stood firm. Everyone's expression was full of anger and aggrievance, but it was more of awe and yearning, awe for peerless masters, and a yearning for the ultimate strength.

Such a master is hard for ordinary people to see in their entire lives. If they open their mouths and kill people, no one will believe them if they say it out.

Wang Cheng knew that he must have to take action. In fact, the other party bullied him to the mountain gate, and he had already wanted to take action.

He moved two steps to the side and looked at the little monk Xingzi behind Fro.
Chapter completed!