I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest

Chapter 120 The First Stroke Chapter Twenty My Pain Is Above You!

The next day.

Gu Yao took Xiyan to the pharmacy to get medicine, and met a boy with panda eyes in the pharmacy.

He sat on the threshold cursing, and spread a ball of green paste on his face.

"Master, do you have mulberry leaves, aconites, side tree leaves, Linglingxiang, Shouwu, and ginger wine? If you have any, four qian will be enough, and two jugs of ginger wine."

A sunny smile appeared on the monk's face: "Chenghui, five taels."

Without waiting for Gu Yao to speak, he turned around and quickly grabbed all kinds of herbs, quickly filled two gourds of wine, and put them in front of Gu Yao.

Xiyan was about to drop her thin tail pitifully, Gu Yao sighed and took out the money.

"Master, I have the whereabouts of the herb for strengthening yang. Do you want it? Only 55 taels."

When he turned to leave, he suddenly asked.

"Aphrodisiac?" The monk was a little moved.

"Yes, I swear in the name of the chief, if I lie to you, the chief will be struck to death by lightning."

"Cough, cough, cough." The boy on the threshold suddenly choked.

Gu Yao took the money from the monk, and lamented that he was running out of money: "There is a little thing in the sea called a seahorse, also called a dragon, and it grows to make a fuss."

This time he really didn't lie to the monk, the hippocampus can really nourish the kidney and strengthen the yang.

When leaving with Xiyan, the boy on the threshold struggled to cut through the green paste, looked at Gu Yao, and swallowed.

Waiting for them to go far away, the boy went to the monk: "Master, I have a share of yang-strengthening herbs, do you want it? It only costs 50 taels."

"I swear in the name of the chief, if I lie to you, the chief will be struck to death by lightning."

Monk: ".?"

After Gu Yao wrapped Xiyan's tail into a mummy, he threw her to Wu Shuzhu and swaggered to find Zongyuan.

"Nephew, call me uncle."

Zong Yuan tilted his head.

Gu Yao chuckled lightly and said, "I wanted to understand one thing last night. My master and Bukong Fazu are in the same generation. You are Bukong's disciple. In theory, I am your elder."

Zong Yuan pondered for a moment and said: "You call them all to end this, I can call you Master."

At this moment, a beautiful woman walked in wearing a white dress that looked like mourning.

Gu Yao's body trembled, the woman exuded a stinging chill, and wherever she walked, there was still a fishy smell in the air.

There were not many pilgrims in the temple, but at this moment they suddenly felt unwell, and ran out one by one.

Waiting for all the pilgrims to go out, the woman clapped her hands, and the door closed with a bang.

The woman spread her hands and looked up at the Buddha statue. The white robe seemed to be soaked in water suddenly, and suddenly became much more transparent, revealing the colorful clothes embroidered with boys and girls underneath.

Endless water also flowed down from between the robes, slowly covering the ground.

Many monks in the temple retreated in alarm, Zong Yuan narrowed his eyes and walked over.

His whole body became extremely hot, and he stepped towards the woman, where the water flowed away.

"Who are you? What do you want to do in the Golden Buddha Temple?"

The woman turned around and looked at Zongyuan who was walking: "Where are my legs?"

"Legs?" Zong Yuan was a little confused.

Gu Yao immediately reacted: "This woman is a broken beauty, and she came here to find a leg."

At that moment, he hurriedly shouted: "Female benefactor, your legs are behind the Golden Buddha Hall, please don't hurt innocent people."

The woman turned her head to look at Gu Yao, then at Zongyuan, and sneered, "The Golden Buddha Temple is still so sanctimonious."

The water stopped, and she seemed to be familiar with the Golden Buddha Temple, so she started to walk towards the back.

But Zong Yuan stopped in front of her: "Sorry, the Golden Buddha Temple is closed to evil guests recently, please come back first, benefactor."

Gu Yao looked at these two people, found a corner and stood up, and said silently in his heart: "Fight, fight."

It's so strange, Zong Yuan and Sui Meiren don't even know each other's existence.

Although he already knew that Saint Thief's organizational structure is very loose, this is a bit outrageous. The two high-level fighters actually don't know each other. They are really not afraid of bumping into each other when they are making trouble, and they kill themselves in the end. .

The Broken Beauty looked at Zong Yuan, and raised her hand: "Little monk, bad guest? I am the creditor of your Golden Buddha Temple."

A little bit of blue light gathers between the fingers, pointing towards Zongyuan.

Zong Yuan sneered: "Those who can be creditors are all buried here."

A palm shot out, and that finger hit the same place.

There was no loud sound, but suddenly, Zong Yuan retreated a few feet, and the woman's arm was shattered, and a puddle of water fell to the ground.

The woman didn't care at all, she grew her arms again, and she was a little surprised: "Your cultivation is not weak, it seems that the Golden Buddha Temple is serious about training you."

"But in this way, destroying you may make me more happy."

Her skin suddenly turned iron blue, and patterns that seemed to be twisted by needlework emerged one by one: "Guangling is suffering, where is the suffering?"

"The bitterness is all on me." Her voice became bitter and painful.

With a splash, a large stream of water overflowed from her body, and the monks fled to the backyard yelling.

Gu Yao turned over and jumped onto the beam, watching the two fight.

Zong Yuan raised his palm with one hand, and when he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, a golden light flickered from between his eyebrows, covering his whole body in an instant, turning into a golden arhat.

Immediately afterwards, several black lines began to spread from the forehead.

The final appearance is very similar to the Arhat of King Huainan back then.

"It's really interesting. Saints and robbers are fighting among themselves. I don't know who made the organizational structure. Could it be the Penguin family who want to engage in performance competition?"

The broken beauty took the lead, and countless human faces emerged from the water, slowly rising up, standing up like a beautiful snake, and surrounded it from all directions.

Zong Yuan was as motionless as a mountain, a ring of fire rose from the ground, he stepped out, made a seal, suddenly the world turned, and the surrounding water snakes were all attracted to the water by him, and they hit the Broken Beauty together.

But the broken beauty opened her arms with a smile and hugged him directly.

Let Zong Yuan punch through her chest with a seal.

The broken beauty who hugged Zongyuan gradually turned into a human leather garment, wrapping Zongyuan inside, only the head remained the same, and countless water streams gathered under the neck, turning into a body.

"Feel it, 70 years of pain, 70 years of mourning, [-] knives, [-] stitches."

A series of identical sigils surfaced on Zong Yuan's body, and the golden body did not hinder him at all.

But Zongyuan's complexion didn't change at all, and he even laughed.

"What is this pain?"

His arms trembled: "My pain is above you."

Five fingers bent, Yang Qi gathered, turned into a tooth-like six-inch dagger, pierced through the human skin clothes, and shot at the broken beauty's head.

"For 47 days, ten people, I listened to their wailing, bit their flesh and blood, sucked their blood, and even killed the last person in the world who treated me sincerely. I can bear this kind of pain Living, in front of the Buddha, what can a mere disease, a mere physical torture, bear against me?"

"This kind of pain will only make me more sober, more, I can't wait to kill all the people who defile this place!"

Zong Yuan laughed wildly, a ball of white flames emerged from his body, tearing the human skin clothes instantly.

"This is the fire of the white lotus's nirvana, and the Buddha refers to the lotus seal!"

The white flames gathered between his fingers, and with a single point, a quaint swastika fire imprint swept through the flames, rushing towards the broken beauty's head.

Broken Beauty's face was ferocious, and a mask of a witch and a ghost suddenly appeared on her face: "The Fu ghost is panicked."

Nine ghost faces floated in the air, with different colors and shapes, but without exception, they were enveloped by the evil spirit of the epidemic.

The ghost's face floated in the air, and countless grotesque little ghosts surged in the evil spirit, met the fire mark, and turned into nothingness amidst the sound of hissing.

Nine ghost faces quickly grew out of their bodies, holding different weird weapons, standing in different positions, and surrounded Zongyuan.

Gu Yao felt that his heart was about to move.

The positions of the nine ghost faces, viewed from above, correspond to the positions of the nine luminous stars.

The power of the epidemic that overflowed from them was naturally condensed and turned into a big talisman.

Let him be heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)