"Senior Brother, what are you looking at?" Daoyuan hurriedly stepped forward, blocking Senior Brother Jiu's sight, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.

"Oh my God!" Senior Brother Ninth pushed the Taoist fate openly, sighed to the sky, and wailed: "Seventh Senior Brother Wen Ying Bodhi, the second Senior Brother 80,000-year Polygonum multiflorum, the twelfth Senior Brother 90,000-year Niuzi... and mine... and mine... and my 70,000-year Fungus is here with you?"

Senior Brother Jiu rushed over and burst into tears with heartache: "It's a waste of resources! It's a waste of resources! My 70,000-year-old fungus can mature in another 20,000 years. At that time, it turns into a elixir to seize the creation of heaven and earth. It can increase magic power out of thin air and tens of thousands of years, but it will be picked by you in advance..."

"Master...Brother... have you read it wrong?" Daoyuan said weakly: "I don't think it looks like your Junpo at all."

"Eight Treasures and Maples, Aoi Ben, Zhi Chu, Ghost Grass, Viagra..." Every time I called my name, the fourth senior brother's heart hurts a little, holding his chest, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly turned around and stared at Daoyuan: "Daoyuan!!! Have you hollowed out all the elixirs in the mountains!!! I fought with you! I will definitely not spare you this time!"

"Senior brother, please spare me! Senior brother, please spare me!" Daoyuan immediately turned into a light to fly away without saying a word.

"It's not just my spiritual medicine, but you have all the spiritual medicines of senior brothers. You are so tragic! You, the witch in the wonderful realm of the spiritual platform, today I am fighting for the punishment of the ancestors, and I will fight to the death with you!" Senior Brother Jiu carefully picked up his medicinal materials, wiped them carefully, and put them in his sleeves, and his eyes twitched in his distressed corners.

This spiritual medicine was picked before it was mature, which was simply a waste of resources.

"Daoyuan!!!" Senior Brother Jiu roared and turned into a light to fly up: "My brothers, you have been thieves in the mountains. Don't practice anymore, come out and take a look."

A roar spread throughout the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. The next moment, the whole mountain was filled with wolves and ghosts, and a heart-wrenching scream. Those who heard it were crying and sad.

"Oh my God, who stole my yellow sac!!!"

"Why is my 80,000-year-old smoked wood missing?"

"Whoever was killed by Thousand Swords actually stole my spiritual spring!"

"Who is it? Who stole my locust wood..."

With screams, Yang Sanyang couldn't help but shrink his neck as he looked at the lights in the mountains: "Daoyuan has inflicted public anger this time! The spiritual medicine in the mountain was dug up by him, it would be strange if you don't get angry."

"Daoyuan! Daoyuan! Come out for me!"

"Daoyuan, you are simply too bullying!"

"Daoyuan, you can return my spiritual medicine quickly!"

“…”

The disciples drove the clouds and mist and descended to the place where the Taoist fate was, with countless anger filled with voices.

"Catch Daoyuan, don't let that disaster run away!"

"Call her to accompany us on the magic medicine!"

"Catch her!"

“…”

The mountains were clamoring and quarrels, and it was a mess. Yang Sanyang did not dare to stay in the mountains for a long time, so he took one step forward toward the Daoyi Mountain.

He was a little angry and wanted to seek justice for Daoyuan!

Daoyuan was implicated by him too deeply and miserably. If he was a man, he shouldn't have called Daoyuan so much.

Daoyi Peak

Yang Sanyang walked up the mountain with a gloomy expression. From a distance, he saw Daoyi sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, swallowing clouds and spitting mist and practicing magic.

Compared with the miserable Taoist fate, Daoyi's face was rosy and he was very comfortable at this time.

"Dynasty!" Yang Sanyang shouted gritted his teeth.

"Who is making a big fuss again?" Daoyi said coldly.

Looking at the nectar and spiritual fruit placed around Daoyi, Yang Sanyang was furious and was about to go forward to question this guy, but he heard a bell ringing on the podium of the ancestors, causing his footsteps to stop, and his voice was cold and murderous: "Okay! OK! OK! It's really good! Daoyuan is willing to waste the origin of the medicine for you, but you live comfortably and comfortably here, it's really good! It's so good!"

"It turns out that it's you beast. You are not practicing in the mountains. Why do you come to me to ask for trouble?" Dao Yi stood up slowly: "The ancestor's preaching is about to begin, and I don't have time to have quarrels with you beast."

After tidying up his clothes, Daoyi took a step forward, and came to Yang Sanyang, looking at him mockingly: "I know what you think in your heart, but there is nothing you can do. Daoyuan just likes me! She would rather give up for me, but some people only have the right to envy you! You should give up as soon as possible. Daoyuan will never like you, a beast."

As he spoke, Daoyi stepped across Yang Sanyang and rushed to the peak where the ancestors preached.

"Crack~" Yang San's Yang Qi's face turned blue and white, and his murderous intent was so strong that it almost turned into substance. He spat hard at Daoyi's back: "Bah, scumbag!"

The pain of the pregnancy pearl stimulated his mind and caused a sense of murderous and irritable arousal in his heart, but he knew that this was in the mountains, and it was not good for his fellow disciples to fight.

"Don't force me, I'm afraid you can't afford the consequences!" A cold murderous intent hung on the corner of Yang Sanyang's mouth, turning into rainbow light and heading towards the Grandmaster Hall.

In front of the altar, a group of figures had gathered. The senior brothers gathered together, all of whom were drooling and squirting Daoyuan, holding half-baked spiritual medicines, with sadness in their eyes.

Is it easy for people to work hard to cultivate a spiritual medicine?

You ruined it like this!

Still talking about being unreasonable?

"It's okay! It's okay! Senior brothers are collecting debts everywhere and not giving Daoyuan time to refine medicine, which is a good thing, so as not to poison him to death!" Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes, stood aside silently, and decided in his heart that this decision would never stand up for Daoyuan.

Looking at Daoyi, he sat cross-legged on the cushion with a calm expression, his eyes closed and he seemed not to hear everyone's comments. This matter seemed to have nothing to do with me.

backyard

The ancestor looked at the dark skin and thinness of the Taoist fate, but he was speechless.

Daoyuan knelt down on the ground, his voice full of fear: "Master! Master! You have to save your disciple this time! The disciple... the disciple... this time it really made the public angry."

The ancestor rolled his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness: "What can you do if you are a teacher? You are all disciples of a teacher. You can't be too partial. The noise you made this time is really too big."

"But master and disciple are about to die. This time, the three disasters will definitely not be able to overcome... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

"You... you evil disciple, have this trick again!" The ancestor shook his head helplessly: "You're a sin! Come out with me to take a look."

As he spoke, he winked at Tonger. Tonger understood it. He walked out of the backyard with a fierce spirit and came to the hall. Looking at the noisy disciples, his voice was like thunder, which made people tremble: "The ancestor is about to preach, don't make noise, otherwise don't blame me for expelling you and others from the altar."

"Tong'errong, I have something important to do..." Senior Brother Six spoke, wanting to say something.

"Shut up, if you dare to talk nonsense, I will give you out!" Tong'er scolded.

The boy was so fierce that all the senior brothers were immediately depressed and did not dare to say more. The sixth senior brother walked back to his seat dejectedly.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Wa carefully pulled Yang Sanyang's sleeve.

"It's not the trouble that Daoyuan caused!" Yang Sanyang shook his head helplessly: "Let's wait and see the show."

Everyone sat down, and the needles fell in the lobby, and only the sound of footsteps could be heard. The ancestor slowly walked into the lobby outside the lobby, following the Taoist eternal line behind him. At this moment, his face looked nervous and looked like a frightened deer, scanning the senior brothers in the venue.

"Hey, what is that guy who is so dark and looks like a ghost? Could it be the new disciple of the ancestor?" Daoxing murmured in a low voice.

"It's so ugly, even ugly than the Taoist fruit. Why did the ancestors collect all these strange things?" Senior Brother Six muttered.

"It's really strange. Will the ancestor accept disciples again?"

“…”

The senior brothers in the field were talking a lot, looking at the "thing" that seemed to be a lonely ghost, they couldn't recognize it. The "thing" in front of them was the fate that they were looking for.

Daoyuan sat next to the ancestor. The ancestor climbed to the podium, swept over the disciples, and his eyes fell on Yang Sanyang: "Daoguo, why are your qi and blood foundation so much loss?"

"Report to the ancestor, the disciples are sacrificing a magic weapon, which needs to be nurtured with the three treasures of energy and spirit." Yang Sanyang quickly stood up and knelt in the hall and bowed respectfully.

After hearing this, the ancestor looked at Yang Sanyang seriously for a while, and seemed to say something, "You have endless blessings and a bright future in this life. After all, the love between children is external, and it is important to be inseparable from your own abilities. You are the most talented among all your disciples. Even the true God of Daluo is expected to arrive. No matter what happens in the future, I hope that you can calm down and not destroy your own foundation."

When Yang Sanyang heard this, he felt nervous, and suddenly an ominous premonition arose. He wanted to say something, but he saw the ancestor wave his hand and signal him to return without giving him a chance to ask questions.

Yang Sanyang was full of doubt and went back to hold back. He sat upright on the cushion, thinking in his heart that he wanted to call a divination, but he had no way to analyze it.

"The day before yesterday, a saint was born, and he eliminated the disaster in front of Mount Buzhou. He defeated the Demon Retired Ancestor and worshiped all living in the wilderness!" The ancestor spoke and swept over the disciples in the hall: "The saint has the scriptures "Amitabha Sutra", which contains the wisdom of the saint and the fruit of the Tao. If you can comprehend one or two, your future prospects are limitless. If you have gained something from comprehending the Amitabha Sutra in recent years, you will start to give me some advice today!"

After the words fell, the ancestor began to preach the Amitabha Sutra, and countless mysteries were slowly revealed from the shallow to the deep.

Next

Yang Sanyang shook his head and thought to himself: "It's too shallow, and what the ancestors have understood is nothing but the superficiality. The Amitabha Sutra is the fruit of the saints, so how could it be that simple?"

He had no intention of listening to the sermon, and at this time he was all thinking about the meaning of the ancestor's words.

"What does it mean? A person like the ancestor will never tell me a lot of nonsense for no reason!" Yang Sanyang showed his thoughts.

Since you open your mouth to give me some advice, it must have a deep meaning.
Chapter completed!