Seeing a barefooted young monk coming out, Monk Yikong's expression relaxed slightly, then his face became stern, and he called out the Buddha's name vigilantly.
"This senior brother is so advanced in cultivation that a poor monk would not dare to live there. I wonder which temple he lives in?"
??Seng Yikong looked at this young monk with advanced cultivation, said calmly, and returned to the appearance of an accomplished monk.
"The poor monk Tu Botan lives in the Lingjiu Temple in the Western Snow Mountain. When he traveled here, he happened to encounter this demon tiger and subdued it. I also have a junior brother who went to hunt down another deer demon."
"The crouching tiger Arhat!"
Hearing what Jun Tu Bo Tan said, Gao Cai's eyes narrowed, he turned out to be the Crouching Tiger Arhat, and the one chasing the Immortal Lu Li couldn't be the Sitting Deer Arhat.
"Senior brother, with his advanced cultivation, he was able to easily subdue this demonic tiger. It's gratifying. I'm sure he's not far away from the Arhat status."
Looking at the tiger next to Crouching Tiger Arhat, Seng Yikong said with a smile on his face, but in his heart he was extremely jealous.
"It's just a coincidence. This demon tiger was hit so hard that it was so easy for me to recover it. I guess it was because of you being hit so hard that I got this big advantage."
Jun Tu Bo Tan smiled, with a look of joy on his face.
"Amitabha, I have met two senior brothers."
While the two were talking, a monk, also wearing white monk robes, came from the depths of the jungle and sat on a white deer with an indifferent expression, aloof and self-admiring.
"Why!"
Seeing these two people, Seng Yikong couldn't help but sigh, and his expression was even more envious. But he pretended to look calm. The clouds are light and the wind is gentle.
"Arhat crouching on the tiger. Arhat sitting on the deer?"
Looking at the two monks, Gao Cai felt very depressed. He did not expect that after he woke up, he would meet an inexplicable and strange monk, and now he would meet two of the Eighteen Golden Arhats.
I don¡¯t know if I have a relationship with Buddhism or a grudge.
"Two senior brothers, why did you come to this barren land in southern Xinjiang?"
The monk put away all his thoughts and smiled at the two Buddhist seniors who were obviously accomplished in the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, accompanied by these two great monsters. Provide telepathy, and sooner or later you will enter the Arhat realm.
But he has not yet formed the relics, which are Taoist golden elixirs. When he thinks of this, Seng Yikong can only lament in his heart.
"The two of us came down from the Snowy Mountains to save the dragon who was demoted by Dao Zun Haotian, but we got this opportunity."
The Fuhu Arhat Jun Tu Bo Tan clasped his hands together and smiled slightly, with a look on his face that he did not expect such an opportunity.
"Where is this senior brother?"
The Luohan Sitting Deer lowered his eyes slightly and asked with a smile, his expression calm and aloof.
"The poor monk comes from Huasheng Temple in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty. His family teacher is Jin Chanzi."
??Seng Yikong looked a little proud and clasped his hands together.
"Huasheng Temple. Master Jin Chanzi who founded the Buddha Faxiang Sect!"
Hearing what Seng Yikong said, the Luohan sitting on the deer's face moved slightly. He immediately stepped down from the white deer and made a Buddha seal towards Seng Yikong.
"Amitabha is actually the most promising Master Jin Chanzi to be promoted to Golden Immortal. It's really admirable."
Fuhu Arhat's expression also condensed, and he praised Monk Yikong repeatedly.
Regarding the expressions of these two people, Seng Yikong proudly and calmly recognized them with his eyes, and his expression also showed pride.
"It is indeed my master. This golden Buddha was also given to the poor monk by my master before he left."
The monk was so proud that he held the golden Buddha in the niche behind him in front of him and said calmly.
"Amitabha, if Master Jin Chanzi can step into the ranks of Golden Immortals, my luck in Buddhism will be stronger, and I don't have to worry about those Taoist sects being powerful."
The Fuhu Arhat bowed to the golden Buddha in Jin Chanzi¡¯s hand with a cheerful expression.
"Senior brother, the mortal next to you has a special physique, almost comparable to a Dharma Protector. Is it Master Jin Chanzi who sent you to protect senior brother?"
When the two of them were talking, they suddenly glanced at Gao Cai, their expressions were slightly condensed, and they asked with a smile.
"I am a mortal, not a vajra. If the two masters can understand the wisdom of past lives one day, they may be able to remember it."
Regarding the expressions of the two people, Gao Cai sneered in his heart, said lightly, and ignored the two people.
"I met this by chance, and this demon tiger was injured by him."Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Seng Yikong quickly stepped forward to explain.
"oh!"
The Arhat with the Crouching Tiger glanced at the talented person and stopped talking, and the Arhat with the Sitting Deer would not even pay attention to a mortal.
"Senior brother, the Witch God of Southern Xinjiang seems to be looking for Xihai Longzi. Senior brother, be careful. We have recovered these two big monsters, and it's time to return to the Snowy Mountains."
In the awkward atmosphere, the Crouching Tiger Arhat and the Sitting Deer Arhat smiled and left here directly, disappearing into the dark jungle.
"These two people are really lucky. They are the apprentices of Master Ran Deng of Lingjiu Temple in Daxue Mountain. However, this Ran Deng has just stepped into the ranks of true immortals and is no match for my master. Hehe, Shi Zhan, do you want it now? Come and worship me at the door of Huasheng Temple.
If my master enters the Golden Immortal, then you will be a disciple of the Golden Immortal. "
Seng Yikong looked at Gao Cai proudly and praised him.
"Master, let's go. There is a deer monster among the three monsters. If we don't leave, we might be hit by that deer monster."
Gao Cai was too lazy to pay attention to this monk. After spending so long with him, he knew that this old monk was definitely not as dignified and sacred as he looked outside. He was just an old cunning man and did not look like an eminent Buddhist monk at all.
"That's right, let's go quickly. The deer demon might appear at some point. The witch god here is looking for Long Zi. There must be many barbarians searching everywhere. We'd better leave this southern border as soon as possible."
Monk Yikong said to himself, "Oh no!" and ran away into the distance.
"What a strange person? It reminds me of the person before the world opened up."
When Gao Cai and Seng Yi Kong disappeared, three figures suddenly appeared in the void, looking at Gao Cai and Seng Yi Kong indifferently.
"His Holiness, do you think he is the master?"
A man wrapped in a black robe looked at a man dressed as an emperor beside him and asked lightly.
"We are all the same. We have all lost our memories. If it weren't for the mark of the master in the body, we might not even have consciousness. Now it's just the mark in the body that senses the strangeness here and can detect it. It may not be the master."
The old black mountain demon said lightly, with a look of doubt in his eyes.
"Why should you care about the master? We are all the remaining strong men in the creation of the world. Now we have jointly founded this wizard god. Using the power of the wizard god, we have been able to fight against the powerful true immortals. Why bother about the master of Lao Shizi."
A gloomy black shadow shouted coldly.
"Mangshan Ghost King, you were only born from a trace of magic power in our master's body. You must also know how terrifying and powerful our master is. If you really recover and we surrender, we will definitely get more than what we get now. "
King Xuanyuan drank coldly, not bothering to pay attention to the ghost king of Mangshan. He raised his hand gently, and a god wearing a white Taoist robe and holding a black flag in the other hand, with a face like a crown of jade, an proud expression and a domineering aura, slowly walked out of the void.
If you look carefully, this god is somewhat similar to Gao Cai, especially the flag flag in his hand is a complete replica of the Yuan Demon Flag.
"To do the right thing, let the Witch God search for Xihai Longzi, incorporate him into the Witch God Cult, and increase our strength. Either use the Witch God to remove the brand from our bodies, or find the master."
"The old demon of Black Mountain said calmly, and his figure sank directly into the void and disappeared. The other two people followed closely, sank into the void and disappeared.
"By crossing this Yingchou Stream, we can leave Southern Xinjiang and enter the Central Plains."
When Gao Cai and Seng Yikong were walking continuously, they came to a huge river ditch. Seng Yikong said with a joyful smile.
¡°Yingchoujian?!¡±
Looking at the deep ravine and the big river, Gao Cai frowned, there couldn't be a little white dragon here.
"Donor, why are you fishing here?"
When Gao Cai looked at Yingchoujian, trying to find out if there was a little white dragon, Seng Yikong caught a glimpse of a man in a bamboo hat fishing with a fishing rod in the distance, and he couldn't help but asked strangely.
"Fishing for dragons here!"
The man said lightly, ignoring Seng Yikong, and suddenly looked up at the approaching Gao Cai, frowned slightly, and said lightly: "I seem to have seen you there."
"Three-eyed clan?"
Seeing this man, Seng Yikong¡¯s eyes narrowed and he exclaimed. (To be continued)