The sun is scorching and the heat is rolling.

There is silence between heaven and earth.

One by one, one gaze after another, staring at this incredible scene.

The holy monk who was about to climb to the high platform and preach the Mahayana Buddhism was actually plotted against.

The monk couldn't believe it at this time and looked at the holy monk who was holding his arm. This was a Buddha who also left his name in Lingshan.

I don’t know how many legends and some related deeds have been left in later generations, but they have not yet declined for a long time.

Such a great master and holy monk would definitely not do such a thing.

This holy monk, like himself, is pretended by outsiders.

"Master!"

A shout came out, and the tall and burly blue giant was already standing beside Chen Qingfeng. When he reached out to support Chen Qingfeng, his other hand had already pressed the monk closest to him.

The monk's strength to unite the spirit and flesh at the peak of the earthly world is like a lamb to be slaughtered in the hands of the blue giant, with no resistance at all. The wide blue palm has been accurately pressed on the monk's head.

Monks are not people who are waiting to die. They are venting their surging power, combining spirit and flesh, and their bodies are filled with boundless power. Every move is enough to destroy thousands of troops.

But let the monk resist, this broadness is like a palm fan, and the palm that grasps the monk's head remains motionless.

All the power surged out, all of which were sunk into the sea. A monkey, one-meter three in the distance, was sitting upright on a stairs, crossing his legs. A banana appeared in his furry palm, peeling the banana.

A pair of eyes watched this scene with interest, took a bite of the banana, and another monkey palm gently scratched his denomination, as if he was very anxious to see it.

The Blue Giant looked concerned and asked in an urgent tone: "Master, are you okay?"

The Emperor of Tang hurried over the side, his crown comb kept swaying, and pointed at the monk and shouted, "Dare to attack the holy monk."

"Bold and act reckless."

"It's really a bold act."

Thousands of men are pointed at by the enemy, and tens of men are despised by the enemy.

Every sentence, every word is to put it to death.

At this moment, all murderous gazes came towards the monk.

The monks experienced the murderous intent that was so popular that even crushed the monk, it was not enough to eliminate the murderous intent.

Chen Qingfeng just started to get a head start, and had other outsiders, and began to rule out competitors.

There were also many eyes that were still on Chen Qingfeng. Chen Qingfeng didn't care about this and hid in the dark and sucked in troubled waters, which was not in line with the actual situation.

Now all three disciples are here.

Even if the monkey and the old pig are not guaranteed, it is enough for Lao Sha. Even if the first two are outsiders, there is no need to worry. They are not as strong as immortals and are definitely not Lao Sha's opponents in the fairyland.

Let Lao Sha complete his own efforts and defeat the achievements of the Monkey King.

I have a Sand Monk, and I have no worries about everything.

Chen Zhaosha's situation, this is the current situation.

The monk's face flushed. This was not because he was angry, but because Lao Sha's palm was pressing the monk tightly. No matter how hard he struggled, he would use any secret techniques.

This blue palm is like a mountain, and it is simply unshakable.

The monk was desperate and wanted to shout, "It's not me."

But unfortunately, my lips tried hard to open, but I just squirmed gently and couldn't say anything.

Lao Sha looked at Chen Qingfeng and checked him personally. He looked anxious and said calmly: "Master is fine."

He looked at the monk, muttered the Buddha's name, and then he slowly said: "God has the virtue of being alive, don't have the next time."

The wide palm slowly retracted, and Lao Sha walked aside automatically, like a bodyguard protecting Chen Qingfeng.

The monk was paralyzed on the ground, showing a look of life after the disaster, and a desire appeared in his eyes. He was worthy of being a figure in ancient mythology. Even if it was a projection, it was still unfathomable.

Want it very much.

I don’t know how many people were disappointed in this scene, but many people were also grateful. Chen Qingfeng was one of the disappointed ones and sighed in his heart. It seems that this plot is a plot that cannot be fought against.

Otherwise, they would be eliminated by this, but unfortunately they would not give themselves a chance.

Chen Qingfeng slowly walked up the steps and soon came to the high platform, sat upright on the cushion, looking at the bottom of the platform, from the emperor of the Tang Dynasty to the princes and ministers, all of them were powerful people.

There are great scholars in chatting and laughing, but no one can communicate with each other.

After taking back this Mahayana Buddhism, I didn’t see that there were fewer killings in the Nanzhan Continent, but the conflict became even more intense.

The four continents have always been headed by the Southern Continent, where the people are outstanding and the famous mountains and rivers of the previous life should all be in the Southern Continent.

Time passed minute by minute, and in a blink of an eye, a quarter of time passed.

The people in the square were very patient. Although they were anxious, no one spoke, but they looked anxious.

Not only them, but Chen Qingfeng is the same. He has been on the high platform for a long time. Shouldn’t he trigger the next plot, such as the appearance of the Eight Great Guardians and then bringing himself back to Lingshan to praise his merits.

Even if this is just a projection, it is not enough to evolve into Lingshan, Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, etc., there will be a next plot?

If you want to preach the Mahayana Dharma and Buddha, you have to know this.

A pair of eyes looked at Chen Qingfeng with a long eyes, and the hot gaze seemed to swallow Chen Qingfeng.

They are all waiting for Mahayana Buddhism to obtain the opportunity to enter Yanta Temple without any threshold.

In ancient times, people liked to listen to the preaching of great supernatural powers, and most of the reasons were this. Not only could they understand the future, but they could also use the preaching of great supernatural powers to understand supernatural powers.

If you can't speak of Mahayana Buddhism, so many people will not tear them away.

Looking at his Dharma Protector Vajra, he wanted to rest assured, but at this glance, Chen Qingfeng suddenly felt his heart in his throat.

My blue guardian Vajra also had a longing for his eyes, and his look of anticipation seemed to be urging Chen Qingfeng to why he didn't preach Mahayana Buddhism?

No, something is wrong.

This time it was role-playing, and it was obvious that it would trigger the plot, but I had been on stage for a long time and never triggered the next step.

Something has been ignored by myself?

I thought about it carefully, but I still found no clue.

Could it be that the Eight Great Guardians cannot evolve, so the plot is stuck?

"Master."

"You're talking."

Another quarter of an hour later, a voice that could not be held back finally rang.

The person who appeared this voice was very surprised. It was not urging by other outsiders, nor was it the princes and nobles of the Tang Dynasty.

But it was from Lao Sha. At this time, Lao Sha, who was standing under the high platform, showed a hint of urgency and could not help but speak and urge.

Chen Qingfeng looked at Lao Sha, his indigo face became more and more urgent, and his forced and patient expression was clearly seen by Chen Qingfeng.

Patience and anxiety, the two emotions recurred and alternated, causing the indigo face to tremble.

Drops of sweat appeared on the forehead and flowed down the towering bridge of the nose. In less than ten breaths, Lao Sha was already sweating profusely.

The patient expression faded away, and a look of anxiety appeared. He couldn't help but urge him to say, "Master, you are talking."

After a sentence was expressed, some kind of anxious power seemed to be vented. Lao Sha's expression became much calmer, but the next moment he became anxious again and then tried his best to endure it.

These postures appeared repeatedly and alternately, which made Chen Qingfeng feel sank. The biggest reliance was not only to help, but to death talisman.

Even a fool can know that such a strange situation is wrong.

The people waiting for the preaching below were even less vocal. Each of them was full of monkey spirits, but some of the monks from all directions began to retreat without realizing it.

They did not directly retreat, but retreated little by little, their movements were gentle and slow, and no sound was made.

The Emperor of Tang retreated again and again. They wanted to leave the platform far away, as if it was the mouth of some kind of prehistoric beast.

Sha Seng's eyes completely lost their focus, and he stared at Chen Qingfeng with bright eyes.

Another urging sounded, and the frequency of this urging began to rise without realizing it, and the time of patience was gradually decreasing.

This made Chen Qingfeng realize that if he continues, his patience will disappear completely, and then it will be the time when this old Sha will do it to himself.

His eyes couldn't help but look into the distance, and the most important thing was to look at the one-meter-three monkey.

The one-meter-three-meter monkey was holding the banana and continued to eat it. The banana in his hand seemed endless. He took a bite and grew again the next second.

His eyes also lost their focus, and his eyes were confused, with only repeated stiff movements.

This scene is even more intriguing, and these amulets have now become death-seeking talismans.

The style of painting became more strange. It was clearly the Buddhist holy place that opened the Yanta Temple and inherited the Mahayana Buddhism. However, the posture of this scene of ghosts made Chen Qingfeng fight against Su.

"Master!"

The peaceful voice has disappeared, replaced by a husky feeling.

The blue giant had already started walking up the platform step by step, and while walking, he preached: "Master, why didn't you preach my Mahayana Buddhism?"

"Why?"
To be continued...