Inheriting the old celestial master at the beginning, invite me out of the supernatural bureau

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Zhang Qingxuan and the old monk looked at each other from a distance.

"You finally came out." The white-bearded monk said.

"If you come a little later, you will kill everyone here, can I not come?" Zhang Qing said with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I'm not killing people."

The white-bearded monk clasped his hands together: "I am exorcising demons and eliminating harm for the people."

"Whoever you say is a devil, then who is a devil?" Zhang Qingxuan asked with a faint smile, "Then you say that everyone in the world is a devil, so you can kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"It's not that the poor monk said, it's because they shielded you, the devil, the benefactor, so they are the devil." The white-bearded monk said.

"You say that I am the devil and I am the devil, isn't that the same reason?" Zhang Qingxuan asked rhetorically.

"The benefactor is a demon, and it's not what the poor monk said, it's the truth." The white-bearded monk said.

"Then tell me, where did the facts tell you that I am the devil?" Zhang Qingxuan asked.

"The benefactor destroys my Buddhist artifacts, helps evil spirits and evil spirits to kill my Buddhist relatives, isn't this the devil?" the old monk also asked.

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, Zhang Qingxuan suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly: "You let ghosts kill you who are destined for Buddhism!"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and he said in a condensed voice: "Your so-called predestined person killed three people with his own hands, and what he did was a horrific death, which made them full of resentment and finally turned into ghosts, killing people to pay their debts." Paying back the money is justified, and you don't distinguish between good and evil, as long as the other party gives money, you are willing to give the magic weapon to make the murderer even more confident."

"Master, tell me, who is helping the evildoers?"

The old monk was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Qingxuan: "Oh yes! The price for you people who are predestined in Buddhism is really not low. 5000 million yuan is enough to buy a predestined relationship, and you will not be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if you buy it for one night. For people whose money is stained with blood, it is undoubtedly too valuable, but master, what about those poor people?"

"Their lives are in danger, please help. If you don't have the 5000 million, are you willing to take out a magic weapon to help him save his life?"

The old monk was silent.

After a long time, he chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Confucianism has a saying, life and death are determined, wealth and honor are in the sky."

"It's a good life and death, wealth and honor are in the sky."

Zhang Qingxuan laughed loudly: "If you take 5000 million, you are a destined person. If you have no money, you, a Buddhist, can pull out Confucianism, and life and death are fate and wealth. Why don't you directly express your attitude and tell me directly?" People in the world, what kind of universal salvation of sentient beings is all bullshit, if you have money, you have destiny, but if you don’t have money, you don’t have destiny, so don’t your Buddha save the poor?”

"you……"

The old monk's face became extremely gloomy.

But just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Zhang Qingxuan again: "There is more!"

"You said that the people here are possessed by demons, you have to eliminate demons to protect the way and eliminate harm for the people."

"But you tell me, since you are so righteous, why have you never seen the shadows of you righteous monks who sit high in the Daxiong Hall?"

"Why are demons appearing frequently in the world now, and the people are struggling to survive, why don't you go down the mountain to save the people in the water and fire?"

"Why is 5000 million rescued, and no money is not rescued?"

"What about your righteousness? What about awe-inspiring?"

"There are so many righteous things in the world waiting for others to do, but you have pursued me all the way to this point. Is it because you want righteousness to eliminate harm for the people, or do you hate me for destroying your magic weapon, and came all the way to take revenge? No Follow the righteousness and follow the hatred, so the six impurities are only for profit, this is the boundless Dharma taught to you by your Buddha?"

Listening to Zhang Qingxuan's impassioned words.

The members of the Huang family in the rear were all excited.

That is the assent from the soul.

"`々Devil, dare to insult my Buddha, today I will let you taste what is the method of vajra subduing demons!"

The old man with white beard was furious.

It was the anger that turned from embarrassment after being poked in the heart by every sentence.

Zhang Qingxuan said that a monk who chanted scriptures all day long and did not lose to any profession in debates was speechless, incompetent and furious, and could only use force to solve the problem. What a mockery, and what a relief.

"I didn't insult you Buddha."

Zhang Qingxuan sneered: "It's what you did that made all the gold dross fall off your Buddha's face!"

While talking, the two punched each other clearly.

The golden old monk (of Nuo's) was hit by this punch and took several steps back. He looked at Zhang Qingxuan's golden fist in disbelief, and asked, "How can you tell me that my Buddhist King Kong is not bad?"

"What King Kong is not bad?"

Zhang Qingxuan sneered: "If you don't grab the golden gun, I will."

"This is the golden light mantra of my Taoism. The old monk, who sits in secluded temples all day long, no matter how many scriptures he reads, is still a frog at the bottom of the well. I suggest you go out more often in the future."

As Zhang Qingxuan said, he raised his eyebrows again: "Oh yes, you have no chance."

"However, you should have done many things in your life by imposing the word "devil" on others, and then killing innocent people indiscriminately, right?"

"So, after you die, maybe you will become a ghost?"

Zhang Qingxuan rubbed his chin and nodded: "In that case, it's really very possible."

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"Then it's easy to handle."

He paused every word: "When you really become an evil spirit, then I will beat your spirit body to death."

"When the time comes, the ashes will disappear and melt into the wind and float between the heaven and the earth. Although you can't see it anymore, you can still go out and walk through it. With the ashes disappearing, you can take off the hat of the frog at the bottom of the well. You will not suffer!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Qingxuan sneered: "The so-called eminent monk who died turned into a ghost, that's really ridiculous..."

The old monk's face returned to calm: "Don't worry about it too early, the benefactor, you become a ghost, and the poor monk will not change."

As soon as the words fell, his whole body seemed to be painted with a layer of gold paint, and he rushed towards Zhang Qingxuan suddenly like a cannonball.

"Don't talk too much."

The corner of Zhang Qingxuan's mouth curled up: "What if?"

The next moment, his figure flickered and appeared in front of the old monk who was running wildly and sinking like a tiger descending the mountain.

The old monk was taken aback, but before he had time to be shocked, Zhang Qingxuan slammed his golden forehead and slammed it into the ground with a bang.

Putting his head on the ground, it was a good move to fall headlong. Although the white-bearded monk immediately put his hands on the ground with a kite, turned over, retreated and landed steadily, but the expressions of all the surrounding people changed greatly.

Funny?

Really funny.

But more than that, they were shocked!

900 The old monk who had been besieged by so many people and was completely defeated was pushed into the ground by Zhang Qingxuan, making him look like this?

In the corner, Huang Ying's smile has froze.

She shook her head in disbelief and unacceptable: "Impossible, he can't be so strong, it must be because the old monk underestimated the enemy, so it caused..."

At this time.

The old monk with a lot of dirt on his head said angrily: "Sure enough, I have some strength, I underestimated you."

"Look, what I said is right, the old monk has underestimated the enemy, quickly, kill him quickly..." Huang Ying seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, she suddenly let go of her hanging heart, and her expression changed again. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were tearing apart, and his face was full of resentment.

"Then you next, don't underestimate the enemy anymore."

Zhang Qingxuan laughed.

In the next second, the figures of the two flickered again and collided with each other.

But this time.

The old monk, who did not underestimate the enemy, was sent flying backwards by Zhang Qingxuan's punch.

This……

Huang Ying was dumbfounded.

Hearing that the old monk said to use all his strength, everyone in the Huang family was also taken aback.

Isn't it full strength?

Why was it blown away again?

The old monk stood up with his arms propped up, rubbed his numb right hand, and looked at Zhang Qingxuan in disbelief: "You, who are you? How can you have such a mellow cultivation base at such a young age?"

"Hahahaha!"

Before Zhang Qingxuan could speak, a burst of unrestrained laughter suddenly sounded.

I saw that it was Huang Sanzhu with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He laughed loudly and said to the old monk: "Is the master a little too forgetful? Who is this, didn't I tell you just now?"

"Zhang Tianshi?"

The old monk's pupils shrank: "You, you are really a Taoist celestial master?!"

He took half a step back in shock, and looked at Zhang Qingxuan in disbelief for a long, long time before his expression calmed down a little.

Then, he turned his hands together and made a bow to Zhang Qingxuan: "Master Zhang, it's because I don't know Mount Tai with eyes. You and I are both decent in the world. Why don't we just let it go?"

"Hahahahaha..."

This time, it was Zhang Qingxuan's laughter.

He smiled and shook his head slightly, looking at the old monk, his eyes narrowed: "If you want to get rid of demons, you can get rid of them. You can forget it? Are all the truths in the world coming from your mouth?"

The old monk clasped his hands together again: "Amitabha, if this matter continues, it will inevitably hurt both..."

"I'm both hurt?"

Zhang Qingxuan interrupted him: "You are not worthy."

The old monk's brows and eyes were once again stern (adab): "Master Zhang, don't bully others too much. Your cultivation may indeed be better than mine, but do you really think you can break my Vajra?"

"Too much bullying? Old bald donkey, think about it for yourself, who is bullying too much?"

Zhang Qingxuan sneered: "As for your King Kong being indestructible? Heh! It can be broken at the flick of a finger!"

After saying that, the aura around him suddenly changed, and all the aura was released like a mountain avalanche!

"Master?!"

The old monk's face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away without hesitation!

If Zhang Qingxuan is also innate, as long as there is no magic weapon, then he is not Zhang Qingxuan's opponent, and he will not die here.

But Zhang Qingxuan is the master!

Then everything will be different...

It takes some effort for the innate peak to hold the magic weapon to break the King Kong.

But if it's a Grandmaster...

It was exactly as Zhang Qingxuan said.

It can be broken at the fingertips!

However, driven by his survival instinct, he apparently forgot one thing.

The King Kong he is proud of is indestructible, and it is like a rotten tree in front of the master.

He wanted to escape in front of the master, how could it be possible?

In the blink of an electric light, Zhang Qingxuan appeared in front of the old monk out of thin air.

The old monk panicked completely.

"Benefactor, you can't kill poor monks, you are a Taoist celestial master, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately..."

Zhang Qingxuan raised his eyebrows lightly, and shook his head: "No, I'm not killing a life."

"I'm... slaying demons!"

The voice fell.