In the morning light and under the breeze, Yang Xingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes still sloppy, looking at the sloppy monk who was walking slowly.

The monk in ragged clothes walked and sang, slapping his hands from time to time, jumping up and down, swaying left and right, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any time, but he didn't.

"Amitabha!"

The monk walked up to Yang Xingzhou, glanced at Yang Xingzhou, and said with a smile: "Donor, it's cold in spring now, it's snowing again, the cold is tight, the poor monk has thin clothes, no shoes and hats, can you give me a few small coins?

Also let the poor monk have clothes to wear?"

He stretched out two dark palms with black fingers and long nails that had not been washed for who knows how many years. His mouth was drooling: "If you can add a gourd of wine to keep away the cold, it would be a beautiful thing in the world.

"

Yang Xingzhou took a deep look at the monk and said with a smile: "Great monk, yesterday I fought with the Dragon King Aogu of the Qiantang River. I lost my plan and caused disaster to the people on both sides of the Qiantang River. I feel very uneasy. After a few days, I will

Just think of a way to compensate for this loss."

Beside the West Lake in Hangzhou, Lingyin Temple next to Feilai Peak hides many great powers. Among them, there is an awesome and ruthless man practicing there. Elder Lingkong and others are not mentioned for the time being. He is just a descendant of reincarnation and practice.

Monk Long Luohan Jidian was very difficult to deal with.

Yang Xingzhou had always had difficulty figuring out which world he was in. It wasn't until he saw this sloppy monk that he finally had some idea: "You actually came to this world? The value of force in this world is not low!"

He was caring in his heart, but without showing his face, he took out a luminous pearl from his sleeve, gently placed it in the palm of the sloppy monk, and said with a smile: "But in front of Monk Daoji?"

The sloppy monk smiled and grabbed the luminous pearl in his palm. He glanced at Yang Xingzhou again and again. There was a faint halo of light flowing above his head. He smiled and said: "The donor is really accurate. I am the Daoji of Lingyin Temple. I think the donor has a majestic head and horns.

Purple energy is flowing all over his body, he is extremely noble, rare in the sky, and even rarer on the earth, why are you fighting with this old dragon of the Qiantang River?"

Yang Xingzhou breathed out softly and said with a smile: "It is indeed Monk Daoji. Hehe, it's interesting. Did you see me fighting with Ao Gu and you were afraid that you would rush into Lingyin Temple and destroy Feilai Peak, so you came here?"

Let’s see what happens?”

Daoji smiled and said: "The ups and downs are all determined by fate, and it is not up to anyone. The ruins and collapse of Lingyin Temple are also determined, so there is no need for the poor monk to worry about it."

He calls himself a poor monk, and he is truly worthy of his name. He is really "poor" in a very serious way. He wears rags and is completely destitute. There is probably no monk in the world who is poorer than him.

Moreover, this person is not only poor in body, but also poor in speech. He likes to mess around with others, play with the world, and play with bad people. No.

Even when he meets good people, he still plays pranks and has a very weird personality.

But now Yang Xingzhou is not concerned about Daoji's "poverty", but what he calls "recruiting troops."

Daoji has a great background. He is the head of the Eighteen Arhats in the Western Heaven. He is the reincarnation of the Dragon-subduing Arhat. He comes to the world specifically to save the people and save all sentient beings.

Whether it is his Buddhist practice or magical powers, he is at the top level in this world. Ordinary practitioners are no match for him. Most demon kings and devils will be killed instantly when they encounter him.

Now even he is saying that he wants to "move in reinforcements". If he is not joking, the things involved are a bit big, so it is best to avoid it.

Yang Xingzhou was cunning and knew that he couldn't ask about this matter. If he asked, there would be cause and effect. He smiled and said: "Holy monk, please excuse me. Yang has important matters. Please forgive me for not being able to accompany you more. Take my leave!"

As soon as his body flashed, he was about to leave.

His cultivation level is extremely high now, and his body skills are even more astonishing. He can escape hundreds of miles away in an instant, ride on the mist and soar into the clouds, which is very impressive. He has long been a god.

At this time, he wanted to turn around and return to the West Lake House, away from the place of right and wrong, but as soon as he turned around, there was a blur of flowers in front of his eyes. The figure of Monk Daoji came to him again at some point, with a curious look on his face: "Mr. Yang, why don't you ask

Ask me what I have done?"

Yang Xingzhou thought to himself: "Whatever you committed is none of my business! This old monk is used to blaming Jiangdong, and has tricked many villains and demons. This time, he probably regards me as a villain, so he will take the opportunity to

I drag you down!"

In a flash of lightning, he realized something was wrong and turned around again.

I made up my mind that no matter what, I would not have anything to do with the current monk Daoji.

He is the first Arhat in the West, and he has a group of people supporting him behind his back. There is also the Buddha in the Buddhist Kingdom of the West as his backing.

And I am alone, with no relatives or friends. If something happens, I can only carry it by myself. If I can carry it, everything will be fine. If I can't, I will die.

At this moment, the originally sunny morning suddenly turned dark.

The evil wind is blowing, and evil spirits are rising to the sky.

A powerful force appeared out of thin air, and a powerful and boundless aura instantly enveloped a ten-mile radius.

Yang Xingzhou's expression changed, and the hair on his body stood up.

He has met many evil masters in his life, and has also competed with many masters in the main world, but this is the first time he has seen such a sinister and evil tyrannical aura.

This power is a bit more powerful than Liu Qingyuan in the main world, and even Long Changtu is slightly inferior to it. It is really like eternal ice pressing on the head, infinite Yin Fire burning the body, and a great sense of crisis surges up.

heart.

Yang Xingzhou is an old thief who often attacks his enemies with critical strikes. He has also developed a strong ability to deal with crises. As soon as he senses something is wrong, the floating dragon diagram wraps him around, isolating the internal and external atmosphere to prevent anyone from coming.

Use insidious methods in the dark clouds and thick fog.

Just after Fu Long Tu wrapped his body, a gloomy voice came from all directions: "Dao Ji, you are so brave, what do you want to do by arresting my disciple?"

This sound rushes into people's hearts like a sinister wind, instantly giving rise to a sense of corruption and coldness. Within a radius of ten miles, the surface of the Qiantang River condenses, the grass and trees freeze, the cold wind howls, and the sinister air bites the bones.

"Good guy! Who is this person? Seriously!"

Yang Xingzhou greatly admired the newcomer's ability, and asked Jidian next to him through the floating dragon picture: "Daoji, which devil is this person? Why is he so great?"

Next to the floating dragon picture, when Yang Xingzhou offered sacrifices to the floating dragon picture, monk Daoji also saw a ball of golden light protecting him, but the golden light was not very stable and kept shaking with the sound of the person coming.

"unlucky!"

Jidian sighed in the swaying golden light, looking at Yang Xingzhou's floating dragon picture with envy on his face: "Brother Yang, this magic weapon of yours is so powerful, you can even withstand the demonic sound of this man!"

When he said this, he approached the illusory shell of the Floating Dragon Picture and smiled at Yang Xingzhou: "Brother Yang, we have met once and we even exchanged a few words. We can be considered acquaintances. It is natural for acquaintances to have friendship. Now I am poor.

The monk is in trouble and is being chased by demons. As a friend, do you want to lend a hand?"

Yang Xingzhou shook his head and said: "You are a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist. You have been tempered by the devil, so don't drag me with you!"

Jidian shook his head and sighed: "Do you know who is speaking? He is the walking corpse Demon Han Dian. He is cruel and merciless. This time he led 120,000 innocent souls to attack Lin'an City, but I captured his apprentice. Carefully

After interrogation, I understood what was going on. Now that you have met

He, I'm afraid, can't stay out of it! I was refined by him, and I lost an incarnation in the human world. As long as the golden body is still there, I can enter reincarnation again. I'm afraid Brother Yang can't escape this ghost.

Formation, if you are attacked by Han Dian, it will be difficult for you to reincarnate."

"Holy shit, is he the walking corpse Demon Handian?"

Yang Xingzhou's scalp was numb, and the floating dragon picture flashed, shrouding Jigong, and cursed: "Lend me some of your skills, and the two of us will work together to open my floating dragon picture, and see if we can escape from this ghostly black valley Wuji."
Chapter completed!