There are more Shuras than before. They stand together densely, one by one. They are about to reach the top of the mountain, but these Shuras have no intention of rushing to the top. Thinking about what restrictions Guangren and Volcano should have laid down here, so that these Shuras can only stop here.

With the experience just now, although there are many Shuras in front of me, I also want to verify what the old monk said to me just now. As long as I can transmit the power of the seeds, one by one, and see what the effect will be. However, when I was about to take action, the old monk Shangshan pulled him away: "I don't need you this time, Master Buddha, I will give you a sample!"

While speaking, the old monk Shangshan took a few steps forward and reached out to the countless Shura in front of him and waved casually. This gesture was the same as his habitual slap in the face. However, while the slap was scattered, a sound of mountain collapse and earth cracking sounded from the pile of Shura. At the same time, from front to back, it seemed like the collapsed Domiruo dominoes. The body of Shura in front of him exploded instantly. In the thick blood mist, only countless broken feet were left on the ground. The Shura in the distance were also stunned by this scene. After they reacted, they "boom!" and then the birds and beasts scattered, screaming and running back to the bottom of the mountain.

This scene made my chin almost fall to the ground. Even Wu Rendi might not be able to do such destructive power? He killed so many Shura with just a slap. Who is this old monk?

After slapping it out, the old monk's evil fire was also spread out. He glanced at the broken feet of countless Shura on the ground, shook his head and said, "Master Buddha, I have suffered a loss of not having a physical body. If Buddha's body is still there, just a little bit of a ghost. Can they still go down the mountain alive?" After that, the old monk kept sighing, as if he had suffered so much grievance.

The blood mist in front of me has not yet dissipated. Even a sloppy figure like Mr. Shangshan would not want to walk down to the blood mist. While accompanying him to wait for the blood mist to disappear, I came to the old monk and said, "Monkey, do you have any questions? Otherwise, you can teach me how to slap this time?"

After the old monk looked at me, he did not refuse like before, and he actually showed signs of letting go: "It's not impossible to teach you, but you have something from Wu Mian. Master Buddha, I have swear to Buddha before, and I won't touch Wu Mian's things. I clicked you a few times before. It's almost considered crossing the red line."

Speaking of this, I thought the old monk let go and didn't plan to teach me, but the monk Shangshan changed his words and continued, "Buddha, I am not a disciple who has not been a disciple of the alchemist before. If you want to learn this slap, it is not difficult to learn this slap. First, spit out Wu Mian's things and draw a line with him. Then shave your own hair, and then kneel in front of me, and beg for a year and a half. I was one hundred and twenty of the Buddha, but I was not willing to do it, but then I was worn tight by you. Finally, I became compassionate and reluctantly accepted you as a registered disciple. I first observed for thirty or fifty years, and then I saw that you were indeed a monk's material. Then I passed this slap to you. How about it? If you figure it out, just kneel here. Master Buddha, I will give you face and count your days from now on..."

I heard the old monk's words and only bleeded, but after hearing him say that he had accepted disciples from the alchemist before, I moved my heart and continued to say to the old monk: "I want to go home to discuss with my parents when I become a monk. But the great monk, you just said that you had accepted disciples from the alchemist before. What happened to that senior brother? How many years have he learned to slap you?"

When I heard me talk about his apprentice who was a priest, the old monk looked a little confused. He tilted his head and thought for a long time before muttering, "I'll forget if you don't say it. The thief was bald. Later, he provoked Wu Mian, and his abilities were transformed by Wu Mian. He had the same physique as you, but Wu Mian didn't know what method he used to reverse the physique of my stupid apprentice. He turned him back to an ordinary person overnight, and finally died after only 20 or 30 years of life..."

Speaking of this, the expression on the old monk's face became a little sad. But after a pause, he returned to the previous expression of the second most in the world. He heard the old monk continue to say: "It's because of this that Wu Mian and I made a fight back. The question was made by me. We both twitched each other, and whoever couldn't stand it would lose. Originally, I had calculated everything, but he just forgot to calculate that Wu Mian would twitch me first..."

Speaking of this, the old monk's eyes were a little confused, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he was recalling the moment he was slapped. Seeing that he could not return to reality for a while, I was anxious to listen to the final result. At the moment, in the old monk's ear, he asked knowingly: "What happened later? Who of you two conquered whom?"

At this time, the old monk's thoughts were still in the process of making a fight with Wu Mian. He almost didn't get rid of his brain and blurted out: "You slapped me, I woke up the next day... Why did you ask so many questions? Kneel on the ground, I can't wait. Let's just keep it simple, let's go back to it and shave you..." Baidu Saosuo|Polls Bureau's strange news after the record of the news

At this moment, the blood mist on the mountain road had dissipated, and this saved me. I was now taking the excuse of going down the mountain quickly and returning to the top to say something, so that I could escape this disaster. However, on the way down the mountain, the old monk kept reminding me, saying that he would say whatever he said today. If he knew about me, he could swallow this breath, and whether their Buddha could swallow this breath.

After walking down from the mountain, I looked back at the top of the mountain and said to the old monk: "Or let's go slowly, wait for Guangren and Volcano. They are both regarded as masters. With them, returning to the top can increase the chance of winning.

"I have been a master of greatness, but there was no master of greatness that could escape from here at the beginning." After Guangren had the upper hand in the verbal argument, Master Shangshan did not want to go back to meet them again. He immediately urged Zhang Maocai to take us to the Eye of Sighing.

Following Zhang Maocai, I don’t know how long I have walked. I saw a high mountain range far ahead. After seeing this mountain range, Zhang Maocai pointed to the mountain and said, “You can see the Eye of Sigh when you cross the Broken Heart Ridge in front.” At this point, the old bastard paused for a moment, then looked up at the top of the mountain, and said, “This mountain was occupied by Shura for many years. In the past, if we ghosts wanted to go over, we could only go around the foot of the mountain. Judging from your abilities, we don’t have to be afraid of Shura or Shura. But I still have to ask, should we go over directly, or do we go around the foot of the mountain like us?” The group reversed claw.

"What do you say by yourself?" Old monk Shangshan glared at Zhang Maocai and said, "So do you want to be slapped by Buddha here, or do you want to go up the mountain to feed Shura by yourself?"

Just now, the old monk Shangshan slapped him for fear of breaking the Shuras. Zhang Maocai saw clearly from behind. The old monk's slap was not something he could afford. At that moment, Zhang Maocai smiled and said to the old monk: "Actually, I'm asking too much. What are you two still caring about Shura or Shura? I'll take you on the nearest road. When there were no Shura on this mountain, I've walked that road several times. By the way, the white-haired guy also followed me on that road."

While talking, Zhang Maocai led us to continue walking forward. However, when he reached the foot of the mountain, the old bastard stopped. He smiled dryly and retreated behind me and the old monk, and said, "Walk forward and you can see Shura. The little old man's life will take you two to the Eye of Sighing, look...
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