I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 575 Speechless (seeking subscription monthly pass)

The beard girl frowned slightly, but she really gave up.

It's not that he is afraid of the innocent old monk and the Viposha Palace.

In terms of status, the old monk Wuhui may not be as good as the saint of the Jiuxuanmu Sect.

It's just that she fought against two people in a row, seemingly relaxed, but only she knew what it was like.

Both men are monsters.

The cultivation base of the fourth rank is enough to fight against her, and it can even cause her to be secretly injured.

Although his means are powerful, but the gap between his skills and abilities is too great to make her fearful.

It was the Sixuan Yujian and the sword in Jiang's hands that made her secretly wounded.

Especially that sword.

Just now, the sky was filled with sword energy like locusts, and she had to do her best to catch every sword.

The last sword made her feel overwhelmed.

Although he took it with an extremely relaxed attitude, the icy sword energy in that sword had already penetrated into his body.

Such a divine sword must be a rare treasure of heaven like the Sixuan Jade Mirror.

If there is anything in this world that can make people cross the holy moat, it is the rare treasure of Tianfu.

She was already on the verge of weakening, adding to the erosion of sword energy, it would also take time to cope and recover.

The obstruction of the old monk Wuxu just gave her a step.

Otherwise, if the two Tianfu rare treasures join forces, she may not be able to win completely.

When she stood with her hands behind her back, the old monk Wuhui said together, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Turning around again, he uttered the Buddha's name in a low voice, and sighed: "Amitabha..."

"Benefactor Jiang, at this point, the benefactor should know that manpower is sometimes poor and destiny is irreversible. Why don't we just let it go?"

"The benefactor has a profound Buddha nature and a deep root of wisdom. If you are willing to let go of the world and follow the old monk back to Mount Wutai to meditate, you will surely achieve a positive result."

"For the sake of the common people in the world, as long as the benefactor agrees, we will stop fighting with King Xiang and retreat, and we will no longer be good at swordsmanship in the future, and return to Mount Wutai with the old monk. The old monk can be the master and resolve the hatred between you and Young Master Yu, and I am willing to use the law of Mount Wutai. Donate, and no one will hurt the benefactor."

"Master Innocent!"

On the other side, Shaoyang Sect, Iron Crown Sect and others looked anxious.

The old monk Wu Hui shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoists, I am here to stop fighting and save the people of Yangzhou from the disaster of swords, not to kill or injure people."

"This……"

Everyone obviously didn't want to, but the old monk Wu Hui was highly respected, he really had the face and ability to be the master.

The old monk obviously took a fancy to this son's aptitude, and wanted to bring it back to the Viposha Palace to teach the five sets of mantle and dharma.

It has to be said that this kid's aptitude is really enviable.

A mere 30 years old, even if you started to practice after birth, how many years have you practiced?
There was even a hint of sanctification.

It is simply shocking the past and shining the present!

The ancient sages are nothing more than that.

It may even be due to destiny and luck, otherwise it is absolutely impossible.

Such a person, if he is willing, any famous sect master in the world will be the one to dream of, and he will treat him like a treasure, and he will be afraid of melting in the palm of his hand.

But also because of this, when they came here they only wanted to prevent Yu Country from being destroyed, but now they changed.

This Jiangzhou must not leave this place today.

Because of such people, with their sect, it is absolutely impossible to compete with those holy places and famous religions.

The dispute over the rule of law means that each other will disappear and the other will rise.

No one wants to see a person who may be a first-class sage in ancient times, or even a person with destiny and luck, join another sect.

I had no choice but to look towards Xu Nu.

In a group of people, more than half of them are saints.

Among them, Wuxu old monk, Taizhi real person and Xunu Taoist practice are the most profound.

Taizhi, a pedantic person, seemed to be able to turn the point of attack with a few words from King Xiang.

Now only Xu Nu can not give face to the old monk Wu Hui.

It's just that Xu Nu is standing with her hands behind her back and her eyes closed, and she doesn't know whether she is dismissive or doing something.

No one thought that she would be healing her wounds by adjusting breath.

"Ha ha……"

Looking at them one by one, it seems that he has become like a fish on a knife board, life and death are involuntary.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help laughing.

He patted Qu Qingluo's arm, pushed her away, stood up straight, and wiped away a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

This smile, white teeth stained with blood, is extremely eye-catching.

"Unfortunately, it's still close."

Qu Qingluo heard him say something in a low voice, then raised his head and said:

"Old monk, you are merciful, and the common people in the world will always engrave it in your heart. You really have a big heart."

The Wushui Wusang and Shi Xiaoxuan Buddha said: "Amitabha, I dare not be praised by the Lord. As a monk, it is my duty to hold my Buddha's compassionate heart to save the world."

Jiang Zhou said with a smile: "So, for the sake of the world, the old monk is willing to let go of everything?"

The old monk Wuxu frowned imperceptibly, but in the end he did not disobey his will: "This... I am ashamed. I have practiced for more than a thousand years, but I still have obsessions in my heart. I want to overcome the sea of ​​suffering and go to see my Buddha. I have limited intellectual aptitude, so I am afraid that I may not have the chance to see my Buddha in this life."

He solemnly said: "But you, Benefactor Jiang, are different. Your wisdom root is far better than that of the old monk. You should have this opportunity."

Jiang Zhou's smile grew stronger: "So, the old monk is willing to let go of everything except for the more than a thousand years of Taoism for the sake of the common people in the world?"

"Amitabha."

The old monk Wuxu said: "Give up this whole body, all kinds of foreign things are false, let go of it."

Jiang Zhou was noncommittal, but just smiled and said: "Jiang has some doubts in his heart, I wonder if I can ask the old monk to clarify my doubts?"

Wu Hui was taken aback for a moment: "Benefactor Jiang, please tell me."

Jiang Zhou said, "I don't know how many monks there are in Mount Wutai?"

Wu Hui didn't know what it meant, but he still replied: "Three to five thousand, there are always some."

Jiang Zhou asked again: "Under Mount Wutai, are there any common people living there?"

After all, Wu Hui is not an ordinary person.

After just a few words, he faintly sensed Jiang Zhou's intentions, and frowned again.

But such a question, but there is no reason not to answer.

I had no choice but to say: "Of course there are."

Jiang Zhou asked closely, "How many people are there?"

Wu Hui frowned even deeper: "There should be three to five million townships and counties."

Jiang Zhou spoke faster: "Are these 50 million people fed and clothed? Are there people who starve to death or freeze to death?"

A bitter look appeared on Wu Hui's face, but he could only shake his head and said, "There are people who are rich and poor, how can they all have enough to eat and wear warmly? My Wutai Mountain also often gives relief..."

Jiang Zhou directly interrupted him and said, "But Jiang has heard that there are more than a hundred Buddhist temples in Wutai Mountain, and each Buddhist temple has hundreds of statues of Buddhas and Arhats in gold, and that adds up... I'm afraid Mount Wutai can't be called that." A 'land of ten thousand Buddhas'?"

"Amitabha... dare not, dare not."

Normally, Wu Hui would be proud, but at this moment, his face was full of bitterness, and he didn't even dare to speak.

Jiang Zhou ignored it, and continued, "Apart from these big and small golden bodies, there are more than ten thousand acres of fertile land? Gold, silver, pearls, jade, silk and embroidery, incense and eight treasures, more than hundreds of millions? Jiang doesn't ask about the rest of the property. After all, it is impossible for me, an outsider, to know about your family background."

"Ah."

He let out an inexplicable and piercing laugh: "The land of ten thousand Buddhas has no worries about food and clothing, no worries and no fears, it is indeed the Land of Ultimate Bliss."

The smile is slightly cold: "If one day, I give up your golden body of Wutai Mountain and take your money, I can exchange hundreds of thousands of people living under Wutai Mountain without worry for a lifetime. Dare to ask Master, would you like it?"

The old monk was speechless.

He just wanted to get out of here at this moment.

This young man is immoral.

He never thought that someone would use this to attack him on Mount Wutai.

Because no one has ever done it, or even thought about it.

The Wutai Mountain family business has been accumulated for thousands of years in the Wutai lineage, and it is not stolen.

No matter how rich the family is in the world, it is only right and proper. It is nothing to be ashamed of, but rather an honor.

But let this young man say that, why do you feel that Wutai Mountain is a bit bad?

(End of this chapter)