surnamed Wang

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The two families of Buddhism and Taoism in the Central Plains gave up their grievances for thousands of years almost overnight, and gathered together in the desert in the northwest where the yellow sand is everywhere. Any one of them is enough to be worshiped as a living god and can be used to move them. Naturally, only today is the day.

If these people get together on weekdays, they will have to greet each other, and if they get excited, they may even sit on the ground and discuss the principles and Buddhism, but today everyone has lost their leisure and elegance, because Wang Gangquan told them that this time The enemy is a big monster that can destroy the world.

Everyone waited here in the morning, and did not see the emperor coming until noon. At first they were dubious about this matter, thinking that the other party had made a big fuss, but after seeing the huge black tornado in the east of the desert, they all fell silent again.

A group of people scattered in twos and threes, or closed their eyes to meditate, or recited scriptures, all present were masters, even if they didn't know each other, they had heard of each other's names, so they were not too curious.

There is only one person who looks like he has never seen the world, looking at this for a while, looking at that for a while, without stopping for a moment, maybe because he couldn't stand the silence of the monks and priests, he chatted with the female monk beside him:
"Moon cake, who are these guys, why do they look familiar?"

The female monk who was being questioned raised her eyelids to look at him, and said lightly:
"They are all people who have attained the Tao with profound cultivation."

"I know they are from the wrong way. I want to ask you their names."

"If you become a monk, you don't have a home, so how can you say your name?"

"Aren't you sincere, girl? You're still talking like an old monk in the monastery playing tricks before you're old?"

Hearing this, Moon Cake gave him a blank look, and the latter felt that he had slipped his words, and quickly looked around, only to find that the old monks were still practicing Zen, and their breath hadn't changed at all.

Several Daoist real people on the side also came to help out with the aim of helping the world. The imperial court has a Qin Tianjian, and most of the staff in it are from the Quanzhen and Zhengyi sects of Taoism. Test and so on, and so on.

Moon Cake showed a clear face, and said salutingly: "It turns out to be Master Jiekong, who has admired his name for a long time."

Pu Wen hurriedly returned the gift, "I don't know the master's name?"

Seeing this, everyone cheered up immediately, and stood up one by one to look at the eye of the sandstorm. They vaguely saw a figure inside. There were four huge wings on the back of that person. Every time they flapped, the surrounding storm would be strengthened.

"Can you please stop?"

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Moon Cake was afraid that something would happen to him if he spoke unrestrainedly, so she spoke slowly:
"The one over there is the presiding officer of Congmoyuan, Jingkong Living Buddha, transformed from Buddha to Vajra, and has a strong kung fu."

Pu Wen heard the words and turned his head to look, only to see a tall and thick back, the co-author turned out to be an old acquaintance, just about to go up to say hello, when Moon Cake continued:

"Moon cake, you must have remembered it wrong, 30 years ago, he was only a teenager..."

Speaking of this, Pu Wen suddenly paused, and then slapped his thigh, the voice was so loud that the old monk who was meditating at the side broke his kung fu:
"He is the little uncle of Hanjing Temple!? Back then, we could only find Yunyin Temple because of his guidance. I didn't expect to grow up so much in the past few years. No, I have to go to say hello. Forget it, let's go directly Give him one."

Just when everyone was sweating from the sun, the rightful lord, Wang Quanquan, finally arrived. However, his appearance was not elegant, and he could even be said to be a bit embarrassed. He and a woman rode a strange beast together. Behind him was a sandstorm all over the sky pressing on.

"My dear, they are all masters of the Tao. Where did the senior brother find such a group of guys?" Pu Wen still had no clue.

This time they are all leaders from various sects. Among them, Zhao Danxuan, the current head teacher of Dragon and Tiger, could have ascended ten years ago, but Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master has always had the tradition of "cutting a disaster for the world before ascending".

Now that the immortal Wang Gangquan of Zhongyuan is in charge, there is no evil spirit who dares to make trouble, so this matter has been delayed again and again.

Moon Cake frowned slightly. She recognized Jingkong and Huiming from the very beginning. The three of them nodded slightly as a greeting. Monks insisted on the purity of the six roots, but Pu Wen made it clear that he wanted to disturb others' tranquility.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and is full of heroic spirit. Because he has practiced Taoism all the year round, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism are well-rounded, and he knows the heart and sees the nature, so he loses the arrogance of many peers. Unfathomable.

This remark was not casual, Jiekong was the only monk present who was not the reincarnation of the living Buddha, he thought that his aptitude was dull and could not compare with those who were born destined to become a Buddha, so he gave up sitting in the Buddhist hall and recited scriptures, and turned his head down the mountain to suffer Cultivating and helping people, with his extraordinary medical skills these years, he has left a good reputation that is not inferior to the living Buddha.

Pu Wen heard the words and carefully looked at the monk in his early forties, counted with his fingers for a while, and said doubtfully:

"The poor monk quits emptiness." The old monk didn't insist on words when he said "name".

Before her ascension, the Dharma Queen of the Western Regions lived for a few days in a small temple to the west of the capital. It was rumored that the monks there fell in love with her, and they shaved off their hair and became a monk because of her request. The infatuated monk is the current monk Jiekong.

Wang Gangquan had only met him a few times, and when he first set foot in the temple, he felt that it was not easy. After the catastrophe, he informed him based on the principle of calling a few more helpers, and he really came all the way here.

In addition, Shangqing Palace, Maoshan, Yanxia Cave, Yongle Palace, etc. all sent people, especially Shangqing Palace, as the ancestral home of the Central Plains Taoism, sent seven disciples at a time, and all seven of them carried ancient bronze swords and blunt swords Wufeng, chiseled with the Big Dipper, no one else can guess that it is the famous Shangqing Exorcism Sword Formation even if they don't know the goods.

At this time, the old monk who was disturbed just now recited a Buddha's name, and stepped forward to speak up:
"It is a rare good thing for a donor to know how to repay his kindness."

"The one next to him is Huiming Living Buddha, with profound Dharma. Thirty years ago, he represented the Central Plains to Xichi to discuss Buddhism, and he won the number one monk in Xichi at that time."

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The way the young man held his sword and stood there seemed to represent the entire spirit of Quanzhen.

After the people present were in a daze for a short time, they rose into the sky one after another. The Living Buddha of Shimen summoned the golden body of Dharma, and the Daoist real people sacrificed magic weapons, talismans, and flying swords.

Chongyang Palace sent a junior who had recently gained fame in Taoism and Jianghu, surnamed He Minggroom, his name was a bit weird, but no one dared to laugh at this fledgling young man who killed evil dragons with a wooden sword behind his back.

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"What are you still doing in a daze, do it?" Wang Bingquan shouted anxiously.

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