Chapter 422: Go to the door and forcefully demolish it

Lao Ai chewed big steamed buns, drank porridge, squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the three charming and romantic women among the men and women. From Lao Ai's eyes, it could be seen that these three women were no longer perfect. Not only that, they had a romantic charm at the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, and they seemed to have practiced some of the skills of "destined" with Lao Ai.

However, in Lao Ai's opinion, the method of these three women is too shallow. The highest level of the dual cultivation method is the external Buddha and the internal demon. No matter how evil and bully the essence of the practice is, the skin appearance is solemn, and then it will reach the true highest level!

"Three little foxes, but it's good to use them to heal them!" Lao Ai licked his lips and muttered in a low voice: "For two teachers, you are one disciple."

The blood madman gnawed the big steamed bun and gently touched Lao Ai with his elbow: "Master, just like our master and apprentice now, killing chickens is a problem. Where can I have the strength to catch people?"

Lao Ai pondered for a moment, and he and the blood madman turned their heads and looked at Wuqi at the same time.

Wuqi took the storage bag and poured out a small pile of low-grade spirit stones from it. He counted it in 100 low-grade spirit stones. But the block of this spirit stone is too small and can be considered low-grade spirit stones in terms of quality. But have you ever seen low-grade spirit stones that are only the size of a date pit?

The standard low-grade spirit stone is the size of an adult's fist, the size, weight and the spiritual energy contained in it. This is the low-grade spirit stone. The combined total of these 100 low-grade spirit stones is probably the standard for one piece?

This storage bag is worth a little money, but have you seen the actual size of a fist, and the space inside is only as big as a human head? What can this storage bag hold? It is sold on the market, and this storage bag is worth about 30 or 50 taels of silver?

With a dry laugh, Wuqi carefully twisted a low-grade spirit stone with his thumb and index finger, and smiled at the men and women: "Several... fellow Taoists... Senior... Immortal, is this a low-grade spirit stone? Wow, what a delicate low-grade spirit stone! I, Gan Lang, for the first time in my life, I have seen a low-grade spirit stone that is polished so finely! It can be embedded in a ring to make a gem!"

Wuqi's words were very damaged, and several men and women were so stupid that they could not hear the sarcasm in his words. The man who threw out the storage bag just now proudly carried his hands behind his back and said coldly: "One hundred low-grade spirit stones are a lot, and of course, it is impossible to add one more. We and Ancheng Min family have built a nearby land of 300 miles long and wide, and we want to build a garden for summer escape. This valley belongs to us!"

After weighing the one hundred low-grade spirit stones, Wuqi grabbed the steamed bun and chewed it twice, then turned his eyes and shouted loudly: "Old Monk Zangxin, someone is here to grab your territory! I use one hundred low-grade spirit stones to grab Zangxin Zen Temple!"

"Damn his grandma, who dares to touch our Tibetan Zen Temple?" A loud roar like a muffled thunder came, and the sound of footsteps stomping the sky, the ground trembled slightly. The fat monk in the kitchen widened his eyes and angrily swung a grass-cutting guillotine out of the mountain gate.

Standing panting at the gate of the mountain, the fat monk roared angrily: "Monkey Qitian, the protector of Zangxin Zen Temple, is here, who dares to be arrogant?"

A silver bell-like laughter came from the mouths of the three women. The woman in a green long skirt pointed casually and laughed in a low voice: "What a strong monk, I wonder if it's not useful to see the silver-like wax gun head?" With one finger, Monk Qi Tian's belt suddenly shattered inch by inch, and his pants fell on his feet. Then his monk's robe suddenly cracked more than a dozen of the big ones. The breeze blew, and the monk's robe fell. Monk Qi Tian exposed his silver-white flesh and stood there blankly, unable to move.

The three women laughed loudly, and the other four men laughed in unison. They laughed so hard that they were so proud that the young man who threw it to Wuqi storage bag narrowed a pair of bitch eyes and tilted his mouth to the woman in the green skirt and said, "My sister's magical power has improved again, and my brother didn't even see clearly how you made the move!"

The other three men hurriedly flattered at the girl in green skirt and blew her spell for half a day.

Wuqi and Lao Ai looked at each other, and Wuqi put the hundred low-grade spirit stones into the storage bag around his waist. The low-grade spirit stones that were polished so exquisitely were really a rare thing. Cultivators with similar identities could not lose face to fool people with this kind of thing. Judging from their behavior, is it a family of wealth-guarding slaves?

The seven men and women in front of them, except for the man who led the team and the girl in the green skirt who had just condensed the golden elixir, the others were still wandering in the innate realm. The cloud light they stepped on when they came was a cloud head transformed by magic weapons, not a real cloud that was condensed by their own strength. In the eyes of Wuqi and Lao Ai, the finger of the girl in the green skirt was just like that, and there was no big fuss.

Monk Qitian lowered his head and looked at his fat belly. Suddenly, he screamed strangely, threw down the guillotine and turned around and ran away. However, his pants tied his feet. As soon as he turned around and took a step, he slammed heavily on the ground. Monk Qitian's body rolled violently and shaking violently. The gate of the Zangxin Zen Temple suddenly vibrated. The plaque on the door shook, and suddenly fell off the door with a large area of ​​dust, hitting the back of the head of Monk Qitian.

‘Uh, uh’, Monk Qitian fainted while spitting white foam.

Wuqi and Lao Ai looked at each other again. The two of them, carrying blood madman, carefully retreated under the statue of the Vajra guardian on the left side of the mountain gate. They grabbed steamed buns with one hand and held a bowl of porridge, stuffed food into their stomachs with big mouthfuls.

Lao Ai sighed in a low voice: "Please be in trouble. Now that my meridians are broken, I can only rely on these secular things to replenish my energy. I absorb some essence of the sun and the moon every day at noon. Hey, these monks have been driven away. Where can I eat and drink for free?"

Wuqi stretched his neck and swallowed a steamed bun. He gave Lao Ai a blank look and whispered: "Don't think of eating vain food here. I was almost beaten to death by a palm, and my cultivation level was not enough. Tsk, this is not easy to deal with the An Chengmin family. These monks must be driven away. You master and disciple should die by themselves!"

Wuqi would not tell Lao Ai that he had eighteen demon god puppets of the demon gods on his body, nor that he had cultivated his Dragon Transformation Sutra to the level of the thirty-six transformations of the dragon, and his physical strength was enough to fight against ordinary celestial immortals, nor that he would not tell him that there were ten thousand people in his spiritual cultivation ring who had almost broken through the Nascent Soul realm.

Since he wouldn't tell Lao Ai these things, Wu Qi would definitely not tell him that there are a lot of magic medicines in his Black Dragon Spirit Ring. Uh, why should he tell Lao Ai these things? Unless Lao Ai vows to be Wu Qi's entourage, why should Wu Qi help him?

"My Buddha is merciful, good, good, are you a few donors, are you here to rejoice in My Zangxin Temple?"

A Buddhist chant sounded, and the little monk Shouxin carried a big steamed bun in his left hand and a porridge bowl in his right hand. He walked out of the Zen temple with his cheeks. He looked at the monk Qitian who was knocked unconscious by the wooden plaque in surprise, and his face suddenly sank. He placed the porridge bowl and steamed bun on the threshold. The little monk walked to the monk Qitian, reached out and grabbed the wooden plaque. A cloud light rose under his feet, and he flew to the lintel, and hung the plaque upright.

Put away the cloud light and landed on the ground. The little monk Shouxin walked down the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, and bowed to the men and women of the Min family, saying, "Is it true that what fellow Taoist Taoist Greedy Lang just said? Did you forcefully seize the foundation of my Zen Temple?"

The footsteps sounded behind him, and the old monk Zangxin was swaying with a big steamed bun, followed by several fat and strong hunting dogs, walking out all the way. The old monk looked at the monk Qitian who was lying on the ground naked and unconscious, and sighed quietly: "When I was meditating these days, I was always frightened. I only knew that disaster was coming, but I didn't expect that this was the case."

He glared at the little monk Shouxin, and the old monk muttered, "These donors are not pilgrims who come to rejoice, but are evil people who come to demolish the house!"

Wuqi took out an exquisite low-grade spirit stone from the storage bag and threw it in his hand. He smiled dryly and said, "Old monk, this is a hundred low-grade spirit stones they gave. We are going to demolish the Zen temple to cover the summer garden!"

Taking a deep breath, the old monk Zangxin looked at the seven men and women and said in a deep voice: "Several donors, the old monk has the land deeds signed with the Lord An of the City. This valley with a radius of ten miles is all the private property of the Zangxin Zen Temple. The old monk built this Zen Temple and has been practicing here for more than 700 years. Every grass and tree was planted by the old monk..."

The girl in green skirt laughed strangely, twisted the water snake's waist and walked forward with a proud voice: "Who heard you, the old bald donkey, talk? Old monk, how many years have you not left the mountain? He's the current city lord of He'ancheng, is the ancestor of our Min family, Sanle, and all the previous land deeds are invalid!"

He pointed at Wuqi casually, and the girl raised her head proudly and said, "One hundred low-grade spirit stones are more than enough to buy your valley. You bald donkeys have the big fortune and are still not enough to be in need. That is to ask for trouble!"

Wuqi cooperated very much and took out the handful of 100 exquisite low-grade spirit stones and showed them to the old monk Zangxin.

The old monk was stunned. He closed his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and asked in a low voice: "Dare you ask the former city lord, Master Jing'an, how is he doing now?"

The young man who led the team raised his head arrogantly, stepped forward and sneered: "The old bald donkey naturally died on the spot because of his brain burst. The old bald donkey has a cup of tea. If he doesn't move away, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Wuqi stuffed the spirit stone back into the storage bag, chewed a bite of the steamed bun, and looked back at the old monk Zangxin.

The old monk's face changed slightly, and he sighed softly: "Master Jing'an, he has actually passed away. You are such a cruel method!"

Putting the steamed bun in his hand upright on the steps behind him, the old monk swayed and stepped forward a few steps. He said in a deep voice: "So, don't blame the old monk for subduing demons today and eradicating your evil deeds!"

A lion roar spurted out from the old monk's mouth, and a large piece of golden light suddenly spurted under the skin of the skin. He clenched his fists and punched the arrogant young man in his chest.

Among the seven men and women, the other three men and two women were shocked by the roar of the lion and their eyes turned pale. They howled and flew dozens of feet away, and fainted on the ground with blood spitting out.
Chapter completed!