My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 133 Chapter 130 One Zhong Nanshan discusses common people, the battle between Taoism and Buddha!
Before entering the story world, Song Lin called everyone.

"Guardian!"

Everyone bowed their hands, their expressions becoming more respectful.

Since seeing Song Lin's ability, Jiuyou's prestige in their hearts is not as good as Song Lin's now.

Water training, thunder training, and the eight formations of soldiers and horses are not comparable to those of the previous viewer.

"Erlangshen can now control rampant soldiers to unleash thunder. Let's call this move Thunderbolt Wanjun."

Using this trick is equivalent to a full blow during the alchemy period.

This can be used as a hole card.

After all, after using it, there is no chance to use it again in a short time.

"Lu Qian, Wang Ziye!"

A woman with a cloak and a faint scar on her face came out.

Lu Qian has good aptitude, and she was rescued by Song Lin from danger, so she is absolutely loyal to Song Lin.

"Teach you two the five thunder talisman. Use the five thunder talisman and dissolve it with water, so that rampant soldiers can comprehend the essence of the five thunders, and then you can become a yellow scarf warrior."

Song Lin taught the two of them this talisman.

Yellow Turban warriors are the most used Taoist soldiers in mythology from all walks of life. They are usually hidden in the magic weapon of the fairy family. They are strong and tall.

Not only can it kill enemies, but it can also be used as a coolie.

"Monastery Master, I may have to retreat for a while, and I am ready to break through the concentration." Shi Yinhua said suddenly.

"Oh? That's pretty good. By the way." Song Lin suddenly remembered something.

"There is a laurel tree on the back mountain of Hidden Sword Villa, which has the aura of the lunar moonlight on it. In the future, if there is a talented person in the Taoist temple, he can go there to absorb the lunar moonlight. You can also go there normally."

The laurel is useless to itself.

It can be set as the resource of the sect, so that the geniuses of the Taoist temple can absorb the moonlight.

"Can I go?" Lu Qian said. She practiced the sixth grade Taiyin Qi of the Taoist temple, which is essentially a branch of Taiyin Yuehua Qi.

"of course."

As a temple master, the more Taoist geniuses, the better.

"Also, Lin Qing, remember to write down the credits these few days, give a list, and prepare to be rewarded according to the merits. If you owe more than the amount, you will wait until I go to the Meishan Forest to get the rewards."

"Li Jing, you are concurrently the head of the Shiyin Huadu Gongyuan, and cooperate with Lin Qing to count out the Taoist and Yin Gong obtained from this evil sacrifice."

Song Lin said.

Then he ordered Li Hu, a public Taoist priest, and Dongyang, a ghost market Taoist priest, to let them start their business and generate income while the peace is now.

Everyone took the task one by one, and then went out to execute it.

The temple master is actually not that busy, but Song Lin is a little less busy than when he was a deacon. The three capitals and the eight deacons under him basically finished all the tasks.

In more cases, the temple host is the gatekeeper of major events.

In addition, the rhythm of the monastic world is inherently slow, and there may not be any major events that require the master to be busy in person for several years.

Some Taoist temples even confer the title of "chief seat" on the director of the capital management, so as to replace themselves in deciding major events.

Generally speaking, the most important thing for the viewer is to be responsible for major events and play a leading role. The higher you go, the more leisurely you are.

After arranging the affairs, Song Lin returned to the world of Nuo Gao Ji.

……

Nuo Gao Ji 35 years.

An unexpected guest came down from Zhongnan Mountain.

An unexpected "person".

"Why are you here?" Song Lin asked in surprise.

In front of him stood a golden rooster half the height of a man.

"They're finally here, in the East China Sea!" Fusang Jinji said.

It was taking a nap under the hibiscus tree at that time. Fortunately, it found the traces of the Indian monks in advance and escaped.

"Is it Tianzhu Arhat?" Song Lin asked.

How did this Fusang golden rooster find itself?
Out of the high-rise of Wudaomen, almost no one knows
"Exactly."

"Where are they now?"

"It's just down the mountain, come here!"

"I go!"

This guy also brought people over.

I saw a middle-aged man walking slowly at the foot of the mountain
This person was dark-skinned, with short hair, wearing a khaki robe, walking barefoot in the mud, with Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

With every step you take, the distance gets closer.

There is a white elephant behind him, but he is not riding.

The monk stepped out in three steps, and soon came to Song Lin.

Seeing that this person was not hostile, Song Lin did not act immediately, but chose to wait and see what happened to this guy.

"Amitabha, the third Arhat Sapoha pays homage to the benefactor."

Suo Pohe chanted the Buddha's name and saluted at the same time.

"Don't misunderstand the benefactor, the poor monk has no malicious intentions, but came here for the common people in the world."

"You came to Zhongnan Mountain without authorization, isn't this a provocation." Song Lin asked back.

"The poor monk and the benefactor are also people who care about the common people. Why do you have to fight against Buddhism instead of joining us to save the world?" Sa Poha tried to persuade him.

"After 300 years, the Dragon King revived and flooded the earth. Master Vajra Bukong, with the power of wisdom, compassion and subduing evil, came to the world of Saha for the sake of all living beings. We should work together to build a Buddhist kingdom on the ground and work hard to let everyone escape this catastrophe. .”

What he said made Song Lin frown.

What is this all about?
An old monk suddenly came over and stood on the moral high ground and talked nonsense.

"Um, did I hear you right? You are the one who destroys the world, and you are the one who saves the world."

The main reason is that the monks showed their supernatural powers indiscriminately and bewitched the beliefs of mortals.

King Wu made it very clear when he expelled the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

In the world, the gods belong to the gods, and the gods return to the gods, and the people return to the people.

But they are still not convinced, and want to destroy the world.

Now this group of people came back to blame themselves for not saving the world.

Is there such a shameless person in the world?
"If you want to save the world, go and cut off the dog's head of the Dragon King of the Four Seas first."

While speaking, the Panlong Cangyu at his waist turned into a ferocious panlong, slowly climbing up Song Lin's body, about to launch an attack.

"I am an Arhat. You can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to you. It's a waste of energy to fight like this."

Sapoha was not afraid, and was ready to sacrifice before coming.

Tianzhu also saw that Song Lin was difficult to control, and Song Lin was also difficult to deal with them, so he sent someone to persuade them.

"Okay, that's it!" Song Lin put away his weapon, "If we continue to fight, it will be very difficult to decide the outcome!"

"We made a 20-year agreement! Tianzhu, Central Plains, well water does not interfere with river water, 20 years later, we will have a showdown on Qiongdao on the bank of the South China Sea!"

"20 years? The benefactor wants to take the opportunity to break through to heaven and man? Isn't it too unfair to us?" Sapoha asked.

"It's the same, I took people to hide in Taodu Mountain in the East China Sea, and I can practice for as many years as I want."

Song Lin didn't want to procrastinate any longer.

However, Panlong Cangyu alone may not be able to deal with the remaining three Arhats, so it is set to be 20 years later.

And there are still things in reality, if you do it now, you may not be able to take care of both.

"Okay! The poor monk swears by the Buddha that the time will be 20 years today!"

Sapoha has confidence in Tianzhu, and even more confidence in Master Vajra Bukong. This time, Song Lin must be made the fourth arhat.

"I swear by the Dao!"

On the top of Zhongnan Mountain, the covenant of the decisive battle between Taoism and Buddhism was made.

(End of this chapter)