The understanding is incredible: In the beginning, I was invited to pick up the Yihua Palace.

Ji Changan frowned slightly, glanced at the group of lamas, and murmured to himself:

"It's actually a lama?"

"Although Buddhism in Dali is prosperous, Buddhism in the Snowy Land has always been in harmony with each other. How could there be so many lamas appearing near the capital of Dali?"

Ji Changan's eyes were as cold as frost, and a wisp of spiritual thought swept out silently, spanning thousands of feet in an instant, heading towards the extremely luxurious golden chariot.

He saw sixteen red-clothed lamas carrying This golden chariot, and on top of that extremely spacious and luxurious golden chariot, was a dignified eminent monk wearing a brocade lanthanum cassock.

The eminent monk was sitting cross-legged, with his hands clasped together, his nature Naturally soaring into the sky, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he seemed to be reciting scriptures in his mouth.

Although he was no longer young, there still seemed to be a faint glow of precious light flowing on his face, like a bright jewel, naturally radiant and daunting..

Even ordinary people can detect the extraordinary in him.

Obviously, this is a great monk with extremely advanced cultivation.

Ji Changan raised his sword eyebrows slightly, seeming to be a little surprised, and there was a bit of excitement in his eyes. With a hint of interest, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he murmured:

"interesting"

"Unexpectedly, among the Snow Land Buddhism, apart from the guy Bashiba, there is such a powerful person. He has the cultivation level of 283 Land Gods. He cannot be some unknown person."

"Haha, it seems that this trip to Dali may be more interesting than I thought."

Ji Changan smiled happily, and then smiled at Mu Wanqing beside him and said:

"The pomp of this group of monks is quite impressive."

Mu Wanqing's eyes showed a bit of disgust, and she said disdainfully:

"It is said that Buddhism is compassionate and saves all sentient beings. But in my opinion, the food, clothing, housing and transportation of these people are more luxurious than the others. How can they care about the suffering of all sentient beings?

"Humph, they are just a group of hypocritical people, it is really disgusting!"

As soon as these words came out, Duan Zhengchun's face turned a little bitter. After holding it in for a while, he explained helplessly:

"Wan'er, there are indeed some scum in Buddhism, but you can't kill them all with one stick. Every mid-month at Tianlong Temple, we will give rice and porridge to the poor in Dali......."

Mu Wanqing really didn't like this cheap man at all, and she didn't give him any face. She sneered and said sarcastically:

"Compared with the wealth of Tenryuji Temple, giving out some porridge and rice is just a drop in the bucket, right?"

Duan Zhengchun was speechless.

But for this daughter who had never given any care, he felt that he owed a lot and did not dare to say anything, so he sighed and lowered his head without saying a word.

Ji Changan touched his chin and the corner of his mouth That smile became brighter and brighter, and he said leisurely:

"Wanqing said it well"

"I always find these thieves and bald donkeys distasteful to me. They go out wherever they go. Why do they do such a big show? It's really annoying to have to brag about it."

"Haha, let's go and see where the thief came from and dared to make such a big noise!"

Ji Chang'an smiled wantonly, stretched out his hand to hold Mu Wan's tender and green-white hand. Immediately, his figure flashed, turned into a wisp of breeze, and disappeared silently in front of everyone. When

Duan Zhengchun saw this, he was stunned at first, and then his face changed. Suddenly he changed and said quickly:

"No, chase quickly!"

"Don't let him conflict with Buddhism again!"

The long team of lamas walked like dragons.

On top of the golden chariot.

Jiumozhi slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were black and white, like pearls. They exuded the light of wisdom and were very powerful, but there was a hint of haze in his eyes. , glanced around, and murmured in a low voice:

"Weird"

"Just now, the poor monk seemed to feel that someone was spying on him, but he disappeared in just a moment. If someone was spying on him with his mental power, he would never escape my detection. Is it an illusion? Jiumozhi was silent for a moment, and could only suppress it in his heart. He looked at the towering temple that was faintly visible in the distance, and murmured to himself:

"Tianlong Temple is the holy land of Dali, and the Six Meridians Divine Sword is hidden in it. This trip to Dali, I must get this magical skill. Even if it means a big fight, I will never give up......."

And just when Jiumozhi secretly made up his mind, a chuckle suddenly sounded from between heaven and earth, as if coming from nine heavens away, quietly echoing in the void.

"Great monk, your pomp is quite impressive."

This chuckle contained extremely strong power.

Just the moment it sounded, it was like rolling thunder, exploding in the ears of the lamas, causing their eardrums to buzz and their faces to look even darker. It was as pale as paper.

Some of the weaker ones fell to the ground in an instant, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

Even the sixteen red-clothed lamas carrying golden chariots were shocked. They couldn't help but groaned and subconsciously took a few steps back.

As a result, the golden chariot on their shoulders naturally fell off and was about to overturn.

"not good!"

Jiumozhi, who was sitting on the golden chariot, was shocked. But he was not an ordinary person after all. He stretched out his hand toward the void and pressed it gently.

Boom!

A burst of true energy roared out and suddenly hit the ground. With the help of this A force of counter-shock righted the golden chariot just right, and landed on the ground very smoothly.

Jiumozhi slowly straightened up. Although his face was still solemn, his eyes were unavoidably a little more... With a gloomy look, he looked around, but didn't notice anything strange.

Jiumozhi's face became more and more gloomy, his hands slowly clasped together, and he softly recited a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha"

"I don't know who the master is coming from, please show up for a moment."

The moment his voice fell, the chuckle just now sounded again.

"Great monk, there is no need to look for it, am I right here?"

When Jiumozhi heard this, he couldn't help being surprised. He quickly looked back and suddenly realized that at some point, two figures had appeared behind him, looking at him with a smile but not a smile.

This man and a woman, The man was extraordinarily handsome, and the woman was as beautiful as a celestial being. Standing together, the two looked like heavenly beings walking out of a painting, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

But for some reason, Jiumozhi was shocked, and there was a chill in his heart that he had not seen for a long time. , his eyes were fixed on the man and woman who suddenly appeared.

The woman was okay, and her strength was not surprising. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But this man made him a little disdainful. Through.

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, looked solemnly, saluted Ji Changan and Mu Wanqing, and said in a low voice:

"Amitabha, young monk Jiumozhi, would you like to ask the names of the two of you?"