Chapter 705: Accidental worship

"Bodhisattva, the ghost soldiers of the underworld are getting stronger and stronger. Since they got the help of a group of cows, ghosts, and snakes, we have retreated all the way...this is not a way to go on."
"Especially among those guys, there is still a great supernatural power who can't figure out the details. Every time I wait for a shot, that great supernatural power will show a little aura, forcing us to retreat."
"Bodhisattva, shall we go to Lingshan for some assistance..."
On the top of a mountain in the Netherworld, a few strange-looking figures with bald heads stood aside.
Divine Beast Truth lay lazily on the grass not far away, with its big claws shaking from time to time, driving away a few butterflies with pale wings.
The young monk who was looking into the distance seemed to be stunned, letting the few subordinates behind him keep talking, but did not immediately answer.
"Bodhisattva? Bodhisattva?"
"Is the Bodhisattva sleeping?"
"Ah, I am here," Jizo replied casually, and then slowly shook his head, "Fight at the current pace. If you lose, you will retreat, if you win, you will defend. You don't have to take action, just line up. That's it."
"But Bodhisattva," a reckless man couldn't help but yelled, "Such a big Netherworld, it was all brought back by us little by little. Now let's let it go?"
Jizo chuckled, "Don’t let it go, can you win? You can ask the truth, the details of the monsters, ghosts and snakes in your mouth. Those are the Chaos Spirit Race, they are the creatures that have struggled to survive in the Chaos Sea. The enemy’s army still has hundreds of thousands. How do you win?"
Several subordinates took a breath at the same time, looking at each other.
"Bodhisattva, you deliberately scare us..."
"The entire Chaos Spirit Race is a soldier, how do you scare you?" Ji Zang's mouth curled, "Even if there are thousands of Buddhas who make Buddhist soldiers, and they really want to fight with them, we will only be unlucky in the end. The Buddha soldiers are the souls of mortals. Blessing the incense mind power, if you can't fight it, you can't fight it."
One person said: "The Bodhisattva...Shall we just return to the west and it will be over?"
"Come on, walk is not so easy to walk," Ji Zang looked down at the dark red soil in front of him, and drew a cross Buddha mark on the soil with his fingers.
Jizo murmured: "These Chaos Spirit Races, do you know who is taking orders?"
"Could it be that Yang Jian? It is said that he has been practicing in the Chaos Sea for a long time, is it to recruit these Chaos Spirit Races?"
"Recruitment?" Jizo laughed, "Finally, just treat him as recruiting. It is understandable to do extraordinary things when it is extraordinary."
"Then, Bodhisattva, you haven't said why you can't just go back."
"Didn't I say?" Jizo asked faintly.
The interrogator shrank his neck and said, "You... said it?"
"Didn't you say?" Jizo chuckled, "Enlighten it yourself. Just as I said, retreat if you lose, and defend if you win. When I return to the Western Realm, I will go to find the true master of Qingyuan Miaodao. plead."
"Pleasing? What kind of plea?"
"Fuhu, don't ask, the Bodhisattva teaches you, let you learn more about yourself! Go and get it!"
"Yes, when I didn't ask."
Ji Zang chuckled a few times and waved his hands. The strangely-shaped guys next to him each gave up and disappeared in several directions.
After they left, Di Ting slowly walked over, lying behind the ground hiding, the two-way protruding eyes, watching the cross Buddha marks drawn around the ground hiding.
Faintly, the Buddha seal seemed to be spinning gently, and every light illuminates the pretty handsome face of Ji Zang.
"Where did Yang Jian go during this time?" Ji Zang asked.
"Back to Meishan."
"That's right," the corner of Ji Zang's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile made it hard to tell whether it was a sneer or a smile. "People who value love and justice like him naturally want to go back to Meishan. Tsk, Qingyuan Miaodao, Guangfa is universal, the four-way cage, the road is nowhere... Yang Jian, can you really be the one who broke the game?"
"Bodhisattva, words are easy to lose."
"I still use you to remind?"
In the wind over the mountains, the words of the young monk were not heard by anyone other than listening to them.
The Buddha light flashed lightly, and the person and the beast on the hill disappeared.
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The war in the Netherworld has lasted for more than two hundred years. From the very beginning, the Buddhist soldiers pressed on and constantly eroded the territory of the underworld. Although the process took a long time, there were not too many fierce battles.
The Yinsi is afraid of Buddhism, and basically walks away with a touch, mainly to preserve his own strength.
Otherwise, the ghost soldiers would not have the strength to withstand the endless invasion of Buddhist soldiers in the battle of the capital city.
Ghost repair is extremely difficult, and the ghost repair of the underworld wants to be a ghost soldier, and the strength of the underworld is at stake. Even the total number of ghosts who travel between the Yin and Yang worlds and the souls does not need to be a few percent less than the total strength of the underworld ghost soldiers.
It was also because of such an embarrassing situation that the Netherworld Realm gradually fell into the hands of Buddhism, and there were no serious battles.
But now, Chu Qi, the lord of the Black Spirit Kingdom, directly brought a million spirit tribe army. Although the number of these spirit tribe armies is no more than a fraction of the Buddhist soldiers, they are similar to the spirit tribe armies of the heavenly soldiers. How are these Buddhist soldiers comparable?
What's more, what Chu Qi brought was also regarded as a part of the elite garrisoned in the Black Spirit Kingdom, led by Chai He himself, it was invincible in the Nether Realm.
In just a hundred days after Yang Jian killed hundreds of Buddhist masters and forced Zhunti to fall to the holy, this army defeated the Buddha soldiers and regained more than half of the Netherworld.
But at this time, Chu Qi ordered the army to be stationed for training, but did not continue to advance.
The subordinate Yinsi naturally didn't dare to ask too much. The result of the battle at this time was already a great gratitude; and the Buddhist soldiers who were ready to continue and fight and retreat were also a little confused.
Then, the millions of spirit tribe army began to build camps and camps. A large number of masters left here, including the generals. They left the prehistoric land and returned to the Chaos Sea.
This series of actions is really confusing.
Chu Qi, the instigator, temporarily gave up these troops; she changed the ghost mask that looked more delicate, went out of the Netherworld, went to Meishan, and asked Yang Jian to return the result.
Yang Jian, who has been teaching his apprentices in Meishan for two months, is really deaf to the outside world and only wants to teach women. Fairy Zixia's cultivation realm has not increased much, but his skill in fighting the law has been rapid.
Chu Qi entered Demeishan and was led by two fairies to a loft in the back mountain.
Zixia was dancing sword on the cloud, and Yang Jian was sitting on the top of the attic drinking tea, quite comfortable.
"Huh! I was fighting in the Nether Realm, but you are moldy and rusty here."
"Come back? Sit," Yang Jian nodded to the side, taking a picture of a rocking chair out of thin air.
Chu Qi frowned slightly behind the mask, and Yang Jian only noticed at this time that she was actually wearing a neon feather robe. If she was half-lying down, she would always be unavoidable.
Without waiting for the second master to do something, Chu Qi was already sitting in the rocking chair, with his long legs slightly overlapping, leaning on the back of the chair and looking at the fairy dancing sword on the cloud, without paying any attention.
She asked, "Why don't you let me continue to attack? Don't you bother these bald the most?"
"Even if you drive them away temporarily, the Underworld Yinsi doesn't have that many troops to control the entire Netherworld," Yang Jian shook his head, "Now that is enough, we should also leave some pressure on the Underworld."
Chu Qi nodded slightly, "Does the Spirit Race army want to withdraw?"
"Stop there," Yang Jian looked away from the clouds, "If there is no force outside the Three Realms to intervene, the world will be completely out of balance."
"If you don't want to be infamy, I will help you kill the Jade Emperor."
"What's the use of killing him?" Yang Jian sighed lightly, "The imbalance is already the Taoist heart of the monks in this world."
After Chu Qi's mask, she frowned slightly. She didn't like such an inscrutable way of speaking. It was deliberately direct, and going around was just annoying.
Yang Jian asked: "Are you going back?"
"Listen to your arrangements, there is nothing major over there."
"Go back to the Netherworld again," Yang Jian lowered his eyebrows, and took a sip of the fairy tea picked and baked by his mother. Those who are qualified and willing to return sincerely can be included in the Spirit Race Army and stationed in the Nether Realm."
Chu Qi nodded slightly, "Although the Asuras have no ancestors of the Styx River, there are many masters among them, and your 1,800 precious war witches will be damaged."
"If you don't gnaw some hard bones, I'm afraid they will become weaker," Yang Jian sighed, "After learning that Taoist Tianyan became a holy, I also want to understand some truths. The heart should be cruel, and it should be cruel. ."
"Does your injury matter?"
"It's okay long ago," Yang Jian said with a smile, showing his chest with no scars, "It's just that I have some feelings recently, if I can't do it, I want you to work harder."
The corners of Chu Qi's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't say much. He sat quietly on the side for a while, then got up and left Meishan.
After she left, Yang Jian lay on a chair, looked at the calm sky, and let out a sigh of relief.
Closing his eyes, Yang Jian seemed to be asleep, but if someone could get close to him, he could feel an invisible and somewhat vague Taoist rhyme slowly circulating around him.
As usual, the Eight-Nine Profound Art will improve in every battle.
Zixia, who was practicing swords over there, never noticed Chu Qi's coming and going from beginning to end. After finishing a set of swordsmanship, she turned her head and was about to go to the master, but saw that the master was lying there asleep again with her eyes closed, and she stopped walking.
These days, Zixia often sees that Yang Jian will sit and stand to fall asleep from time to time, which is not surprising.
"Everyone says that Master has been very hard in the outside warfare, it is indeed so."
She sighed softly, with a gentle look in her eyes, and slowly flew to the Master's side and meditated cross-legged.
‘Zixia, have you thought about looking for a Taoist companion in the future? If you want to find a Taoist companion, what kind of Taoist do you want to find? Let the teacher advise you first. ’
When I think of my master discussing this issue with me seriously~EbookFREE.me~Zixia's face flushed.
What kind of Taoist do you want to find?
In fact, there is no room for ordinary men with Master Zhuyu in front.
"In the future, if I want to find a Taoist companion, I must be a great hero like the master, standing upright, admired, and capable of turning the tide in a building, but I am indifferent to fame and fortune and do not seek any authority."
Muttered a few words softly, Zixia's face became more rosy, and she simply sat there and watched her master, and stopped practicing.
A little turmoil suddenly appeared at the foot of Meishan Mountain, and slight ripples appeared in the large array of Meishan, making the large arrays appear one after another.
Zi Xiajue was not far from the place where the disturbance was. Worried that someone would disturb Master's rest, she stood up with the spirit sword in her hand, and flew towards the foot of the mountain.
From a distance, I saw a figure wrapped in a cloak facing hundreds of Meishan immortal soldiers in formation; there were a few cracks in the Meishan formation, which seemed to have been beaten out by someone with a palm. The faint palm print did not fade.
"Who would dare to come to Meishan to make trouble!"
With a jealous cry, Zixia was about to fall away from the big formation; but just as she was about to move forward, there was a thin figure in front of a flower.
"Senior Bai Ze, even you are alarmed."
"Little baby, don't go, I can't see through this person's cultivation."
Bai Ze exhorted like this, letting out his aura and pressing down on the person who was facing the Meishan immortal soldiers.
But the man slowly raised his head, revealing an old face, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth; when he looked closely, there were dozens of wounds everywhere, and his robe was already in tatters.
"Qingyuan...Miao Dao true monarch, but in the mountains... Void, Void Bodhi... See you..."
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