Haikui smiled and said, "Yo, where’s the momentum just now?"
"I don’t know Taishan with my eyes, and I beg the big fairy to forgive me!"
Haikui laughed and was extremely proud.
When he was triumphant, Haikui looked up and a yellow light came straight at him in the distance. Haikui put away his smile and stared at the yellow light.
Other people’s eyes looked at the yellow light except the crows who begged for mercy.
A monk in a yellow robe quickly came towards them. The monk had a big forehead and the scar on his head was even more obvious.
The monk stopped not far from Haikui and others and gave a gift to Haikui. "The poor monk is King Kong, the custodian of Huang Jue Temple, and asked several donors to give me this evil animal."
Haikui frowned slightly. "Give me a reason." In front of this monk, he looks like a noble spirit. I’m afraid he is a serious master of Japanese Buddhism, but he hasn’t cultivated for Haikui Gao, and he was distracted in the early days. However, in the face of these people, there is no change in his face, which shows that he is strong inside.
The monk in front of him hesitated. Haikui said, "Monks don’t talk nonsense. If you lie, you know the consequences." Haikui brought out Han Wenxuan’s ability to deal with Yiyi, and the consequences, you know, were too powerful.
The monk looked at Haikui, and Lang Lang said, "This evil animal swallowed the relic of a bodhisattva tens of thousands of years ago when people were unprepared. After thousands of years of self-cultivation, it joined the ranks of rebellion. Today, several donors surrendered this evil animal, and the poor monk was greatly grateful. Please give this evil animal to the poor monk so that he can go back to work."
The crow panicked and said, "Don’t give me to him. I will be a slave if you want me to be a servant."
The monk took a step forward. "The benefactor should think clearly. He won’t give him to the poor monk, but he will fight against the poor monk’s temple and even against the Japanese Sect."
"Yo, threaten me? I originally wanted to give you this monster, but now you threaten me and refuse to give it to you. With such a big hat buckled, I will follow. " Haikui raised his eyebrows, and now he has several masters in charge, but he is still afraid of him.
The monk in Huang Jue Temple realized that he had made a slip of the tongue and made another ceremony. "I was a little excited just now. Please forgive the benefactor. The benefactor will make a decision."
The crow shouted at the side, "Yes, this thief is bald and looks down on you. The world is the biggest, and you are all a piece of shit in his eyes. Even if you give me to them, you won’t be grateful. If you are willing to let me go, I will give you the relic, but it will greatly increase your skill."
"You evil beast!" The monk shouted angrily.
In order to show his heart, the crow opened his mouth and spat out a golden bead, and held it in front of Haikui with black wings. "Daxian, this is the relic I swallowed in those years. It has been refined by me for nearly ten thousand years, and its power is better than that of that year. Please accept it!"
"Evil animals, aren’t you afraid of going to eighteen layers of hell?" The monk said angrily.
Haikui muttered, "There are really eighteen levels of hell. I thought it was just a weird legend of ghosts and gods."
Lao Chang smiled. "People with great magical powers can often open up a world by themselves. It is not surprising to open up a punishment field!"
Haikui reached out and squeezed the relic. The golden relic was only restrained and did not escape. It was beautiful, just like a golden bead with the size of an longan.
The monk, who has always been very calm, finally frowned, looked at Haikui and said, "Please also ask the benefactor to be generous."
"Oh, this crow is for you, take it back and dispose of it!" Haikui looked at the relic and said in the storage bag.
The monk turned pale in an instant. "Don’t be ridiculous, benefactor. What’s the use of poor monks wanting this evil animal!"
"Didn’t you just keep asking for this evil animal? Why don’t you want it now?" Haikui sneered. This duplicitous monk said, "Monks will go to hell to cut their tongues when they talk nonsense."
The monk has a sharp eye. "The Buddha said, whoever goes to hell if I don’t go to hell, what if I take back the relic and go to hell!"
Haikui took Han Wenxuan’s hand and said to her, "Every time the Monkey King dropped monsters in Journey to the West, those with backgrounds were taken away, and those without backgrounds were killed. Do you think this is like it?"
Han Wenxuan nodded. "It’s quite similar."
"You didn’t come early to choose benefits, but you didn’t come late to choose benefits. You didn’t appear until we defeated this crow. Did you do it on purpose?" Haikui said to the monk with a cold hum.
The monk blushed, and he really felt a bit of an opportunity. He said patiently, "benefactor, all this is a free creation. As long as you return the relics to me, I will be at your disposal, even if I am a cow or a horse."
Haikui sneered, "What do I want you to do? What’s the use? Warm the bed, you are a gentleman. You don’t need to cut wood and cook. You have to find a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade to have a baby. What can you do? "
"This …" The monk looked down for two seconds. "The poor monk can recite scriptures and bless the benefactor with peace and happiness."
You kept talking to me, and in the end it seemed as if you were spinning around in the same place, and there was no agreement at all.
Originally, Haikui didn’t covet this relic, but the monk appeared at a very opportune time, which was a bit suspicious of omission. In addition, Haikui was very unhappy with his attitude of speaking that color is empty and color, and everything can be said so high. I don’t even have an expression. I can make a bird calmly.
The monk paused for a minute or two and saw Hai Kui looking at him coldly. He said, "Well, in that case, don’t blame the poor monk for being rude. He glanced at the crow." Moon, you will be punished for your sin when you take you back to the temple. "
Now the monk is equal to make it clear, even this crow wants it, and so does the relic. In a good tone, Hai Kui doesn’t talk to him much. "It seems that you have a superior person behind you. Please come out and see if your person is good or mine."
The monk stepped back a few feet, reached out and untied something from his waist. It was a yellow cloth two feet wide, at least three meters long. When he shook it out, he murmured, and there were golden words on the yellow cloth, which were dense and like Buddhist scriptures.
The monk has been reading for five minutes, with his hands folded and his face folded.
Haikui watched him talk endlessly. "You died as soon as we made a move in these five minutes. What do you think?"
The monk ignored it.
Haikui frowned slightly, raised his hand and went straight to the monk with a strong breeze. The monk still chanted sutras with his hands closed and his eyes closed, but he gave a faint golden light around him to block Haikui’s attack.
It turns out that the defense has already been done.
In this case, Haikui suddenly became patient and waited quietly to see what the monk could do.
The golden scripture on the yellow cloth suddenly began to move, as if little people were alive. They stood up from the yellow cloth, gathered slowly, and then climbed up one by one. At last, the golden scripture formed a human body about ten feet high, and the King Kong seen in the Buddhist temple suddenly appeared in front of them, dazzling and standing there without anger.
Haikui suddenly felt a little stressed, frowned and asked the old man beside him in a low voice, "What level has this King Kong reached?"
"Pseudo fairy level. It has passed the weakest immortal level of Mahayana perfection. " Lao Chang said faintly.
Haikui was relieved. He thought that he could move out of the rescue team, but he knew it was a shrimp soldier and a crab general. He said to Han Wenxuan on the side, "It’s okay, a few people beside me are doing it every second." "The monk continued to chant Buddhist scripture. After a King Kong appeared, the second King Kong slowly appeared. Finally, there were eight King Kong. No wonder the monk spoke so car-scrapping. In this world, the eight donkey kong can be said to be walking sideways. However, when he met Haikui and his gang, he had to stop eating, and the ending was already doomed.
Of course, the monk didn’t know it. He just knew that he had invited donkey kong to be invincible and never missed. He was full of confidence.
The monk slowly opened his eyes. "Give me the relic, benefactor, or I’ll be polite!" A face of owe smoke high above the expression of HaiKui said.
"Don’t talk nonsense. If I eat hard and don’t eat soft, I’ll give the relic respectfully with both hands and kneel down." Haikui hug Han Wenxuan light said.
The monk frowned slightly. It was the first time he saw such a shameless person, so he had to close his eyes.
As soon as the monk closed his eyes, the eight donkey kong on both sides of him suddenly glared at each other, which was no longer a solemn treasure, but like the arrival of the nine-day god of war.
The crow screamed in front of Haikui: "I don’t want to be hurt, let me go."
Haikui slapped the crow and hit it on the head. "Shut up!"
Eight donkey kong looked at Haikui several people took a step forward at the same time, although there was no earth shaking, but that step made Haikui slightly suffocated.
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Chapter 486 Return
Look at LingYan several people, complexion is very normal.
Eight donkey kong was four or five heads taller than Haikui. If he only looked at his face, his power was amazing. Haikui’s eyebrows slightly wrinkled and he took the same pale Han Wenxuan to take a step back and stood in front of Haikui with a name.
"Leave it to me." A famous light said.
The rest of the people didn’t mean to go and grab the name, so they took a step back and let go of the name.
Eight donkey kong walked with neat steps towards Haikui and others, although there was no sound, but the potential energy of swallowing mountains and rivers brought a sense of shock.
When the famous King Kong was three steps away from himself, he pushed forward with open arms, but he didn’t see much power, just like a flat push, but the eight donkey kong were pushed out several feet away like an avalanche.
The monk standing in the distance’s eyes were wide open, and he couldn’t believe this scene was true.
Eight donkey kong was pushed back, but he stepped forward, and a sword appeared behind him.
Hai Kui is a little strange. Isn’t there anything special about the eight donkey kong, and the eight accomplishments add up to a difference of 108,000 miles from the famous ones?