Chapter 125

But even if you want to do it, do you do it?

Pudu Cihang shook his head in his heart. What he just used was a crossing rune that was not sold in the mall, which means that even if other group members have enough points, they can't come here, let alone compete with their apprentices.

Otherwise, he would like to have a group of members to fight with him!

Looking at the young man kneeling in front of the tomb not far away, I can feel the breath from him. Rao Shi already knows that his strength has declined because of the cultivation absorbed by the soul body, and Pudu Cihang can't help feeling disgusted.

No matter what the reason is, low strength is low strength. Such a weak human would not have been willing to accept him if the group leader had not given the order and accepted the reward.

Poor monk, I don't want face?

Pudu Cihang: "Amitabha, since you are so elegant, how can I refuse? Please wait a moment. "

The next second, Purdue Cihang turned on the live broadcast function.

Originally, I wanted to refuse, but the administrator said, there's no way. You can watch it if you want. Poor monk, I'll take it as a disgrace and accept a waste apprentice in full view of the public.

Alas!

In the group, Wei Wuxian and others see that there is a live room open, and they open it one after another, putting their mind into it.

Once in, a movie with the protagonist of Purdue Cihang, ah bah, the picture appeared in front of them.

Several people were silent and focused on watching, especially Wei Wuxian. This guy didn't know where he got a jar of good wine. It was very pleasant to drink and watch.

Seeing that these people have entered the live broadcasting room opened by themselves, Purdue Cihang squints and reminds himself to pay attention to the image. Although it is doomed to lose face, it should not lose face because of its own problems.

Style, you should have your own style.

"I'm a great virtue monk, I'm a great virtue monk..." Close your eyes and meditate in your heart several times. Then, Purdue Cihang begins to cast.

Open your hand, and there is a golden light in it. At first glance, it looks like Buddha's light, but it's not. It's magic light, but it's all the same. I say what light it is, it's what light it is.

As soon as I raised my arm, I threw the golden light ball into the sky. Suddenly, a large golden light enveloped the surrounding area, which looked very sacred.

…………

In front of a tomb in the bamboo forest.

Xiao Yan, with a pretty face, kneels here, lowers his head and says nothing.

He was sad and angry.

He didn't understand why God had to do this to him, let him cross into the world, let him become a genius, and then put him into the dust when he was most proud, and turned him into a scrap of ridicule and abuse.

The spirit of three fighting

Among the young masters of the Xiao family, his cultivation is the worst!

But he was the son of the patriarch. He was a genius before. He was the most outstanding genius of the Xiao family in the past 100 years.

Now, as long as he meets anyone who knows himself, he will ridicule himself, humiliate himself and trample on his dignity.

He is not reconciled, he is very angry, he wants to put those who humiliate themselves under their feet, let them pay thousands of times for their behavior, let them know how terrible they are when they are angry!

But

He could only think that today, unlike in the past, he was no longer a fighter or a genius.

He can't even beat Xiao Ning's followers. What can he do to make those people pay the price?

"Ah! Why? Why?... " Xiao Yan looked up at the sky, opened his mouth and yelled out. His face was ferocious and frightening.

He doesn't want to be angry. He wants to live a peaceful life, but he has no way. He can't control his anger. He really Very angry!

"Hum!"

At this time, a dazzling golden light appeared, stabbing him to close his eyes, and then a voice like Sanskrit appeared.

Sanskrit?

These two words suddenly appeared in his heart. Xiao Yan was stunned, and his face suddenly changed, not to mention how shocked he was.

"Who?" Because Jin Guang is too dazzling, he wants to open his eyes, but he doesn't succeed. When he hears the sound of footwork for a while, and gradually approaches himself, Xiao Yan stands up in a hurry, turns around and yells.

"All actions are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and like electricity, so we should observe them like this. Almsgiver, you are angry. This will aggravate your anger, damage your peace, and do harm to your future! "

In the golden light, Pudu Cihang, holding a Zen staff, walked step by step towards Xiao Yan, put up a palm and said gently to him.

"Benefactor?" Hearing this address, Xiao Yan's face changed again, and there were ten thousand words in his heart.

Did he just cross again or something? This is a land of fighting spirit. Where did you come from, benefactor?Ignoring the glare of the golden light, looking at the man standing up, closing his eyes and facing his own Xiaoyan, Purdue Cihang nodded to himself.

Well, I want to take back the previous evaluation. Although my strength is a little poor, my heart is not bad. I'm a good material.

Anger

It's a good thing to use, but it can also enhance your strength. But now I'm a monk of great virtue. There are still people in the group watching me. I can't praise him in this respect. Otherwise, what will I become?

It doesn't matter to others, but the caretaker who loves and loves all the time certainly doesn't like anger. He can't help it. He can only admonish him in this way.

Then, run the mana and let the golden light disperse slowly.

With the dissipation of the golden light, Xiao Yan gradually opened his eyes, a little sore, but he could still see clearly. After he opened them completely, a kind-hearted master in white cassock, holding a gilded Zen stick, appeared in his sight.

Master?

Yes, this is the first feeling that Pudu Cihang gives Xiao Yan.

"Amitabha, poor monk, it's a gift Pudu Cihang smiles at Xiao Yan and gives him a Buddhist ritual.

Xiao Yan

Amitabha? So, did I really cross again?

Xiao Yan looked around and found that he was still in the bamboo grove in the back hill of Xiao's family, and his mother's grave was still behind him, which made him a little confused. Isn't it just for people to wear this time, the whole space has been crossed?

"Benefactor, what are you thinking about, but what are your doubts? Can I help you?"

With that, there is an extra cloud at the foot of Pudu Cihang. First, he rides him up a few meters, then he sits down, cross his legs, and directly sits on the cloud. This scene looks quite magical, which is completely different from the painting style of Douqi mainland.

"You, who are you?" Looking up at Pudu Cihang, Xiao Yan feels that his throat is a little dry and asks in a hoarse voice.

"Poor monk Pudu, according to the law, came to find the benefactor."

"Look, what do you want me to do?" Without immediately asking his doubts, Xiao Yan stepped back in fear and asked Pudu Cihang.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are predestined with me!"

Xiao Yan