Chapter 719: Clean portal

Chapter 697: Clearing the Portal
"Baker Richardson is coming to Baoze ?!"
Thunder King's office, Li Xianyu was surprised when he heard the news.
The thunderbolt king who had just finished his breakfast, threw him a cigarette: "Yes, Baker Richardson said he would help Baoze to fight against the ancient demon and maintain the dominance of human blood."
"He will play in person and bring in a few good teams. The price that Baoze will pay is to disclose half of the internal information, including weapons, biology, artifact research data, and confidential files."
Li Xianyu held a cigarette in his hand and opened his mouth: "What is the attitude of the board of directors and the big boss."
"Of course I agree." Wang Hongguang of Thunder and Lightning said: "Baker Richardson is a veteran apostle, and the Superpower Association is a master. If they can join, they can make up for the loss of Baoze some time ago. And, in At the pole level, we will be less passive. "
"You know, although we have a lot of extreme fighting power, but the level is not so high, whether it is the master of the Pantheon, the Warriors of the Warriors, or the big boss, it is not enough to counter the peak of the extreme Tao. This is easy to be ancient The demon counts, one by one. "
"That's the truth. You knew it when you met yesterday."
Li Xianyu nodded, biting the smoke, lighting it with a lighter handed by the thunderbolt, not smoking or talking, and silent.
The involvement of Baker Richardson is a good thing for Baoze. A senior and ruthless joining greatly relieves Baoze's pressure and can also reduce casualties.
According to the habit of the Superpowers Association to intervene in everything, there really is no reason to sit idly by, and the remuneration requested is also within a reasonable range. After all, Baker Richardson has to take some risks. The opponent is dominated by the ancient demon.
There are two major dangers. Until now, Li Xianyu was not 100% trust in Baoze and Qin Ze. Always with a little vigilance.
Huaibeipifu, without any vigilance, maybe one day gave someone a knife.
The ancient demon is the biggest enemy, but it does not mean that humans are not enemies. As long as you hold the fruit, that is the enemy.
However, no one knows the existence of the fruit, even if Qin Ze had doubts, he kept his mouth shut and did not disclose a word. Besides, no one knows how to take out the fruit before it matures ... Anyway, until now, only Zhan Ji has had a close relationship with him.
Outsiders cannot be identified.
In this way, he has taken great initiative, and after defeating the ancient demon, grandmother and ice dregs are deterred, not afraid that others will finally pick peaches.
After weighing, Li Xianyu believes that pulling Baker Richardson into the camp will do more harm than good.
As a final hidden danger, he spread the "blessing of God of War" set of exquisite studies and traded madly. It doesn't matter if Baker Richardson stays in the country, but once he comes to China, he knows that his unstoppable school has become a stall.
..... I'm sure my hand is tearing me ..... No, Ji Peiyun was passed on by Li Peiyun. What does this have to do with Li Xianyu?
At most I was thin-skinned and shared the loot with Li Peiyun.
Yes, that's it.
Leaving the thunderbolt's office, he returned to the accommodation area, knocked on the door of Zhan Ji, and got the answer that he didn't have breakfast. Then they knocked on the door of Sanwu and Cuihua again and called for them to eat.
Finally, the grandmother's door was knocked on. It wasn't the grandmother who opened the door.
She was carrying a garbage bag in her left hand and a textile bag in her right hand, which contained grandma's underwear.
This is used ... Li Xianyu observed Qing Huizi's expression and saw that her eyes were calm and quiet, she seemed to have no knowledge of what happened last night.
The memories between the two personalities are not interlinked, so that's okay and embarrassing.
Li Xianyu glanced at the empty living room. He didn't see his grandmother. He probably slept in the bedroom and laughed, "You are ..."
"Washing clothes," Qing Huizi replied.
"Is grandma asking you to come?"
She shook her head, and said quietly, "I promised you, as long as you save me, I will serve grandma."
Li Xianyu said: "You just need to accompany her, and listen to her instructions. As for these nonsense, you don't have to do it. Baoze has arranged for the cleaners to clean regularly."
In addition, grandma's underclothes are expensive brand names. Many of them can only be dry-cleaned and cannot be washed by hand. Don't wash them out ... he added silently in his heart.
"Go wake up grandma and eat."
"Oh."
She put down her things and went to the bedroom and called grandma to get up. Li Xianyu probed and looked into the bedroom, and saw grandma sitting in front of the dressing table, Qing Huizi standing behind her and combing her hair.
Grandma sat quietly, and through the reflection in the mirror, her face was moist and elegant, like a lady from a very famous family.
She was originally a lady of money.
Li Xianyu picked out the corner of his mouth.
.......
Rice, Superpowers Association.
At six in the afternoon, it was exactly the time to get off work.
In the hall, a press conference was held, and Baker Richardson sat on the stage, giving an impassioned speech: "The Superpower Association has always been committed to maintaining peace in the global blood community. Rules and guidelines do not affect the principle that ordinary people are the blood of the world. "
"Many sects in the Taoist Buddha Association and many families have formed alliances, making it clear that they want to compete with Baoze for the position of official organizations. Just like the island country Tenjin Shrine and their official organizations."
"This will inevitably cause major casualties and even affect ordinary people."
After Richardson said, a reporter from a blood consulting website asked, "So what do you think, President Baker?"
Baker Richardson shrugged: "Asia is really an uneasy place. Whether it is an island country or China, their official organizations are still young and lack the ability and means to manage the blood community. Since they have signed offense and defense Alliances, then helping our allies is an obligation and a responsibility. "
"The Chinese blood community is complex, there are many masters, and there are rumors that ancient demons are making waves behind the scenes. Are you afraid that the blood of the Superpowers Association will be seriously injured?" A female reporter asked.
"The war always bleeds, and hope that bloodlines around the world will see the contribution of the Superpower Association to peace and stability." Baker Richardson replied.
"It is said that Qin Ze of Baoze is already a master of daodao. Will you challenge him this time when you go to China?"
"Maybe it should be him who challenged me."
There was a laugh.
"Then Li Xianyu, do you have the idea of ​​getting back your face?"
"I think it's a good thing to occasionally achieve younger juniors."
Reporters have exaggerated Beck Richardson's generosity.
Outside the venue, Ryde, who is in charge of security, bumped his sister on his shoulder and laughed: "Victoria, you can see your sweetheart soon. He will definitely be there on that occasion."
Victoria froze, and the navy pupils were slightly confused.
"What's wrong? You don't seem to be so happy ..." Ryder thought for a while and whispered, "Hey, do you like Qin Ze or Li Xianyu?"
Victoria frowned, and said unpleasantly, "Nonsense."
She sighed: "I just feel like I'm chasing a dream. I haven't seen him for years. He even forgot about me."
"What about Li Xianyu? He saved you too." Ryder said.
"I don't like who saved me, I like them." Victoria glanced at Ryder and sighed softly: "For most women, Li Xianyu ... he is not a game dream."
.......
Lvshan Temple.
As a super-first force of the Buddhist gate, the history of the Lushan Temple can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty.
It occupies Guro Peak, one of the holy places of Buddha's gate. Nine mountain peaks are in a row, facing each other.
Among them, there are only two peaks with Buddhist temples, and one is open to outside tourists and has become a famous scenic spot. The other is closed and tourists and pedestrians are forbidden from entering the mountain.
The steep steps lead to the huge gate at the top of the mountain.
An old monk, dressed in red and yellow, stepped on the steps step by step and came to the gate of the mountain.
"Where's the monk?" Two burly and strong monks at the door blocked the way and looked down at the old monk: "Lüshan Temple sees no foreigners."
The old monk smiled and said, "Why didn't you see the foreigner without closing the mountain?"
"If you don't see it, you can't see it." The gatekeeper monk who seemed to have no order to wave in and waved his hand with impatience: "Hurry down the mountain, if you want to board, go to the next mountain."
The old monk clasped his hands together and read the sound of the Buddha: "The poor monk does not live in boarding.
The eyebrows of the two strong monks suddenly raised their eyebrows and looked bad: "Which school is the old monk?"
"The poor monk's name is Chengguang."
The two monks looked at each other and searched their stomachs for a moment. They hadn't heard of this figure in Buddhism.
"Go and go, all said to the mountain next door, don't leave again, don't blame us.
It seems that he is not a blood race, an ordinary monk, and he does not know how he got mixed up.
The old monk looked up and glanced at the archway of the Lushan Temple, saying surprisingly: "The two religious Taoists lift up their love and call me the Buddha's head."
Bang! !!
As if a thunderous thunder hit his head, the two strong monks froze for a moment, then became stiff and their faces faded.
Buddha head? !!
Buddha head!
Buddhist leader, president of Taoist Association!
No. 1 in the blood community.
The old monk in front of him is unremarkable, old and old, and it is difficult to think of the immortal figure who has been hidden for twenty years without asking Hongchen.
But since dare to say this name, eight achievements are true, no one in the blood community has dared to pretend to be a Buddha, beckoning and deceiving under his name, and show off.
Douda's sweat beads rolled down, and the legs of the two strong monks were weak, and they took a few steps back and then took a few more steps. Then, they suddenly collapsed and fled towards the temple.
The Buddha's head continued to climb the steps, not ill, but steady.
Half an hour later, I came to the real temple. At this time, the large platform in front of the temple was lined with dense monks, or wearing yellow and red puppets, or wearing blue and blue clothing, and there were 300 people.
In addition to being a handyman, the monks at Lüshan Temple are almost the same at a young age.
The head of the Buddha's quiet and gentle eyes swept through these menacing roadblocks, and he smiled indifferently: "A big battle."
The abbot of Lushan Temple, with the name of Xuantong and a white eyebrow and white beard, looked at an age almost the same as that of the Buddha's head. He held a golden zen stick in his hand and gave a light meal.
Shen Chan said: "Buddha head, what do you come to Lushan Temple for?"
"Lüshan Temple is to be separated from the Taoist Buddha Association?" The head of the Buddha gazed at the monk with his peers.
Xuantong Monk said: "Yes."
The head of the Buddha said, "I agree?"
"What does it do with you? This is our own thing at the Lushan Temple." The monk Xuantong responded so much that he didn't have to yell at him.
"In the beginning, the Taoist Buddha Association was established, and the teachers of all factions swore that Buddhism and Taoism would help each other and never leave."
Xuantong sneered: "Be your buddha head and stay in Lianghua Temple. Our well water doesn't violate river water. If you don't know anything, I can't beat you, but the master will not let you be spared."
"Can it be here?"
"Not here," Xuantong snorted. "What are you doing?"
"The monks ignore the red dust, what the ancient demon want, I don't care. They love to make trouble. They have been passed down to the present day. It's not easy. The chaos of the true truth is especially in front of us. Buddha door. "
"The ancient demon corrupted my Buddhist foundation, and the poor monk could not sit idly by."
"Noisy, Lushan Temple has long been separated from the Taoist Buddha Association, you can't control us." Xuantong monk angered.
"Lüshan Temple has a thousand-year foundation. Do you have the heart to destroy it in your hands?" The Buddha asked.
"In order to dominate, we are willing to give everything." Xuantong monk sneered: "What does this have to do with you, as long as I am the host of the Lushan Temple, I will have the final say."
The head of the Buddha sighed: "This is simple, the poor monk will send you to Xitian to see the Buddha, and the Lushan Temple will leave you alone."
"What do you say ...?" Xuantong monk widened his eyes and almost didn't believe his ears.
The Buddha's head no longer ignored him, and slowly swept across the crowd: "Those who drop their weapons and return to the temple can continue to practice in the world. Otherwise, the poor monk spent you today."
The monks agitated, their eyes fluttered and they whispered.
哐 当 ...
A young monk lost the stick in his hand and, in the anger of his brother, stepped back in fear, swallowing saliva, and returned to the temple.
The name of the Buddha's head is too loud. In the hearts of the disciples, it is like a god.
The division's orders were not good either.
The sound of weapons falling to the ground came one after another, and young disciples continued to withdraw and fled back to the temple, no matter how the elders drank and cursed, it was useless.
Nearly a hundred people left in an instant.
They are all disciples not controlled by flesh and blood, and they all have the same characteristics: they are weak.
The remaining two hundred people did not step back, even glaring at the Buddha head and gritting their teeth.
Xuantong monk's eyes were red, and he screamed angrily: "Buddha, do you dare to do it, do you dare to break the ring, do you dare to kill Buddhist disciples."
"None of us at the scene have ever committed killing."
"If you kill us, what is it like to the devil?"
The head of the Buddha was silent.
Xuan Tong snorted coldly: "Kill the magic array."
The figures interspersed behind him, quickly forming a large group of voodoo monsters, and the gas engines of many people on both sides were connected into one, surging.
The air-machines converged, and the zen stick in Xuantong's hand burst into dazzling golden light, like a red-hot soldering iron, distorting the surrounding air.
His skinny body suddenly swelled, his muscles became plump and hard, and he held up his loose ridges, and his skin was lightly golden.
Vajra Vombo.
The main player is the living King Kong.
The monk Xuantong snarled, stepped forward, and the scepter was like a landslide and fell on the Buddha's head.
when!
This sound seemed to hit the hard steel, not the flesh and blood.
The whole mountain was fierce for a while, the steps at the foot of the Buddha's head collapsed, the rocks fell, and the bursting air machine destroyed Gula's broken trees along the way.
Shocked a vacuum zone with a radius of tens of meters ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The Buddha's head stood still, but the Zen stick in Xuantong's hand cracked, and his chest was stuffy, and he could not stop spitting blood.
This was injured by the force of the shock.
"I've waited for the Buddha to become a Buddhist disciple. The poor monk cleaned the portal for the Buddha. Why is it wrong? Why dare not kill?"
With a light sigh, the Buddha's head was pointed like a sword, and slowly pointed out.
There seems to be chanting in the heavens and earth, roar of King Kong, and scolding by Luohan.
Bang bang ...
More than two hundred monks exploded at the same time, as if blooming blood fireworks.
Before the head of the Buddha, there is no devil.
One finger destroys the door.
(End of this chapter)