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Chapter 327
"I know Qinglong is Qinglong, Suzaku is Fengzu, so what about Baihu and Xuanwu?"

"Ma'am, you forgot, what does Qilin care about?"

"Beast... so the white tiger belongs to the Qilin clan? What about Xuanwu?"

"Dragon's nature is obscene..."

"Oh, so the four elephants in the world, dragons occupy the second?"

"That's right, so the dragons are also the ones that share the most luck with humans. Although the number of dragons is too endangered now, but compared with the phoenix and unicorns, they can still be ranked in the fairy class and control a water area. It is already very lucky. It's gone."

"I see!"

Princess Iron Fan now fully understands the cause and effect.

Then he seemed to think of something, and said: "Seeing that your husband is in such a difficult situation, could it be that Qinglong and you had some encounters before?"

The Bull Demon King smiled bitterly and said: "Madam, do you remember that before the Sanqing sages left the scene, two of them either had strict requirements for accepting disciples, or almost never accepted them. Only my master, known as Wan Yao came to court, had Teach without class."

"Qinglong is your fellow disciple?!"

"In the past, if the Dragon Clan wanted to rise, they naturally needed a strong backer. Although they were not the master's direct disciples, they had some connections with each other anyway. It would not be wrong to say that they were from the same sect."

"Since we're from the same family, and we're here again, my husband can help me, so why not help me?"

"Ugh."

The Bull Demon King explained the reason for his embarrassment: "But now Qinglong still doesn't know how much memory is left, and even the blood of the ancient dragon clan has been washed away, and he is still being watched by the immortals and Buddhas at any time. I don't know why he came to the door as a husband. What identity do you take to meet him, oh!"

Princess Iron Fan smiled and said: "My husband, don't worry, since Qinglong has been brainwashed twice by Buddhism, it is still unknown how much he can remember from the past years, and we also belong to Buddhism in a certain way. The demeanor of the great sage of the family, waiting for him to tell the reason, adapting to the situation, if it is normal to reminisce and communicate, we will help if we can, if it involves some taboos...

Husband, I know you are loyal, but we are in danger now, my son, he is also a proton in Buddhism, you know what to do. "

The Bull Demon King held his wife's plain hand and said, "Don't worry, madam, as a husband, I know what to do."

After finishing speaking, he waved his robe, stood up, looked outside the door, and said, "Then it's up to me to meet this old friend."

Side hall.

Long Zhenjun had nothing to do, he seemed to close his eyes and rest his mind, but in fact, in his heart, one person and one dragon began to communicate.

Wangcai: "The cow eats it, the king of the cow tastes better, for sure (￣_,￣)."

Mrs. Ye: "Then have you heard that dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the ground, I heard that dragon meat is the best among the demon clan! I want to eat you, remember to run fast."

Wangcai: "Σ(°△°|||) eats dragons, it's poisonous!"

Mrs. Ye: "The corrosiveness of your dragon blood is poisonous to ordinary creatures, but it may be a great tonic for other bull devils!"

Wangcai: "Bad, bad people, scaring dragons..."

Mrs. Ye: "Who scared you? Didn't you hear the reputation of the golden-winged roc in Dapan Mountain? I heard that in ancient times, people would eat three thousand dragons for a meal! The great sage of the monster clan said Maybe it’s a good mouthful.”

Wangcai: "Let's go yo..."

Mrs. Ye: "It's all here. There's no reason to give up halfway. Let's not talk about it. It seems to be here."

Zhenjun Long opened his eyes.

Solid footsteps came from outside the door, presumably the Bull Demon King was deliberately reminding Zhenjun Long that he was coming.

A big man wearing a black robe, leopard head and eyes, wide face and square lips, took a straight look at Long Zhenjun, sat down, and said: "What do you want from me?"

Because it is uncertain how much memory Qinglong still has and why he came here, the Bull Demon King did not show any reminiscence, waiting for Long Zhenjun to speak first.

Seeing the Bull Demon King Dama Jindao sitting down, Long Zhenjun stood up respectfully, clasped his fists and said: "The Great Sage of Pingtian, I am the Dragon Subduing Arhat who sat down and accompanied the dragon. In this life, I call myself Long Zhenjun .”

The Bull Demon King looked at the young and respectful Long Zhenjun in surprise, and thought to himself, it seems that he has really forgotten too many things. The so-called "degree of transformation" in Buddhism, no wonder it has been overwhelmed by so many monsters. The hatred of the clan, such a loss of memory and original wildness, is it still the original self?

But he didn't tell the truth, and he didn't want to accept the big gift from his old friend, so he said in a muffled voice: "What are you doing so cautiously, sit down and talk!"

Long Zhenjun was not shy either, clasped his fists together again, then sat down, and said: "This time I came to meet the Great Sage Pingtian, it really happened suddenly, and I took the liberty to come to the door without notification, please forgive me."

The Bull Demon King waved his hands impatiently, it seemed that he was impatient with Zhenjun Long's visit, but in fact he felt sad for his old friend's situation.

He said: "Didn't you even dare to steal the Buddha's Buddhist scriptures in a fit of anger? Why are you so respectful now?"

Long Zhenjun was taken aback, vaguely guessed the Bull Demon King, and probably knew his identity in the previous life, but it is not easy to ask more questions here, so he smiled helplessly:

"What happened in the past is already a thing of the past. The identity of the little demon at this moment is nothing more than the demon king on a hilltop in Dongyan Mountains, Xiniu Hezhou."

"Oh? You turned into a demon? Does Subduing Dragon know? Does Buddha know?"

"About...you know, the little demon is just relying on his intuition, and feels that he should do this, and he should make a difference outside the Buddhist realm."

It's not like I lost all consciousness...

The Bull Demon King muttered in his heart, but his face was unmoved, and said: "Let me guess, since you have become a demon in Hezhou, Xiniu, and came here rashly, are you encountering some problems, and you need the old cow? What about helping?"

Zhenjun Long replied truthfully: "It is indeed the case. The little demon is in the remote place of Hezhou, Xiniu, in the mountains of Dongyan. He calls himself Zhenjun Long and controls the monster clan six thousand miles to the south, but he offends the nine-headed demon by accident. Saint, killed one of his demon generals, and then..."

"Needless to say."

The Bull Demon King waved his hand and interrupted: "I probably know the situation, but I just want me to help you through this difficult time. It's a small matter. Although I, Lao Niu, have not come out of the mountains at will these years, I still have some reputation in Xiniu Hezhou.

but……

Why should I help you?

Or, Zhenjun Long, what is your identity to come to me? "

His eyes were burning, as if he wanted to see through Long Zhenjun from the inside out.

Zhenjun Long also frowned at this moment.

He had already revealed his identity earlier, that he was the companion dragon of Subduing Dragon Arhat, and he just wanted to get close to the thigh of the Bull Demon King, the titular guardian of the spiritual mountain, and survive the crisis of the nine-headed worm. Xiniu Hezhou, it is cheaper to act.

But Bull Demon King's slightly sneering eyes made Long Zhenjun's heart skip a beat.

He suddenly realized that the Bull Demon King, although the child is the proton, is in the hands of Buddhism.

But the life experience of this great sage of the monster race, coupled with his deep background in fact, will he really help Buddhist disciples because of his status as the so-called spiritual beast protecting the mountain?
I am afraid that in this heart, the person who hates the most is the Buddhists!

If he could not directly threaten and drive Honghaier's life like Avalokitesvara and Buddha did, I am afraid that the Great Sage of Pingtian would have longed to kill all bald donkeys in his heart!
Not to mention helping!

(End of this chapter)