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Episode 1: Fantian Disciple 1.9 Fighting in front of the palace, speaking like a lotus flower Part 2

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    "Cut! Cut!" Wu Ming made a pause gesture and rushed out of the temple gate with Nan Fengning.  "Nawu Ge Rong Xin La Wu" The victory that was easily obtained was interrupted. Although the man in red robe felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly, he still had the demeanor of a virtuous monk on his face, and he lowered his head and started fighting in a leisurely manner.  Buddha's name.  But before the word "Buddha" could be spoken, the three men in red robes in the queue suddenly raised their heads.  The sharp gaze pierced Wu Ming straight through him, and even Nan Fengning, who was secretly on guard behind him, was instantly dispelled!  "Karma!" After swallowing the saliva with great difficulty, the man in red robe struggled to squeeze out the word "Karma" from between his teeth.  No matter how much he tried to remedy it, it was useless. Wu Ming glanced at it and understood it clearly.  Nan Fengning didn¡¯t care anymore, she held Wu Ming¡¯s sweaty palm with her backhand, trying to pull him back.  However, Wu Ming secretly shook the woman's equally cold hand, and strode toward a row of red-robed men.  "Ururu" What is this sound?  The other men in red robes looked at each other in confusion, squeezing their throats and imitating the whimpering sounds of hungry wolves when they pounce on their prey.  "Whoops" Before one of the men in red robes could open his mouth, loud noises came pouring out, and he couldn't even hold it back.  The expressions on the faces of the row of red-robed people are really wonderful.  How good it is!  It¡¯s not that we don¡¯t want to act, but it¡¯s too difficult. How can I accumulate so much saliva in such a short time?  The man in red robe sighed, patted Shui Di's tense back, whispered a few words, and finally stopped.  ¡°Masters, you¡¯re polite.¡± Wu Ming bowed to the end with a professional smile on his face.  "Little benefactor, what do you want to do here?" The man in red robe who was stroking the Shui Emperor's back asked with a smile.  "Master, have you found the real national master and we will pass?" Wu Ming asked with a smile.  "That's true." The man in red robe was shocked. Listening to the young man's tone, he seemed to know that he was not a licensed person.  Wu Ming nodded, akimbo, pointing his fingers among the rows of red-robed people, "You, you, you, and you, don't look, it's you, please get out of the way, you are all parallel imports." Although I don't understand parallel imports.  The implication was that several of the guilty counterfeiters subconsciously stood aside.  At this time, there were only three red-robed men left in the field.  The man in red robe who was talking to him just now smiled slightly, "Little donor" Before he could finish speaking, the white powder on his face shook off to the floor.  It turned out that Wu Ming pouted his nose and sniffed him all over his body and back, and finally dropped a few drops of the all-too-familiar scent on his chest.  Seeing Wu Ming like this, the salivating emperor on the side obviously gave him a high look.  Even his eyes were much softer, no longer as wolf-like as before.  "Ahem!" Wu Ming wiped his mouth and returned to where he was standing.  His fingers traced the heads of the three people one after another, and finally stopped on the red-robed man on the far left.  "Why me?" The man in red robe spoke slowly.  "It's very simple. When they saw me, the three of them raised their heads reflexively, which means they are all heavenly masters." Someone once said that Wu Ming is like a ginseng fruit to the heavenly masters.  I just breathed in the Bodhi Root's spiritual energy for thousands of years. It's strange that I don't drool.  The man in red robe nodded, "So we excluded a few of them." "Furthermore, the guy on the right has been grinning like a fool since I came on the scene. Usually in this situation, either he is a die-hard fan or he has paid in advance.  Obviously my agent doesn¡¯t have the money to hire such a high-level talent, so he can only be my die-hard fan. I don¡¯t practice Buddhism, and my fans naturally don¡¯t practice Buddhism.¡± ¡°He has no Buddhist heart, only the most.  A primitive reaction." The red-robed man in the middle was stroking the Shui Emperor's back and nodded with a smile.  Although I don¡¯t quite understand the ¡®Zen language¡¯ in Wu Ming¡¯s words literally, I can still hear its profound meaning.  Wu Ming gave a thumbs up, "From a psychological point of view, the first reaction usually represents animal nature, and the fact that the two of them can quickly put away their animal nature shows that they are both extremely advanced." A small flattery, the effect is good.  The smile on the face of the man in red robes in the middle became brighter, "How can we tell the difference between the two of us?" Wu Ming wiped his mouth, "There are rumors in the world that Tantra has studied the 'Double Luck of Music and Space', which is translated as 'Double Cultivation'. Every Tantra  Senior practitioners all have extremely high-level spiritual partners of the opposite sex, with the honorific title: Ming Fei. Since the master is proficient in Maharaja, he must have his own Ming Fei: 'Lizhitian'." Wu Ming stared at the red-robed man in the middle.  Chest, with a smile that all men understand, "Since she is a woman and a beauty, she naturally has a smell that is different from that of a man. You know this"   "Gerong Xinla Wukar" The man in red robe on the left slowly stepped forward and raised his head to Wu Ming, "He is indeed the living soul boy of Jiming Temple. Sanye Duojin Bazhong is convinced."  "Uh" His girl was teased and she could still salute calmly. Wu Ming immediately looked up at him. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? The huge Jiming Temple are being made in the background as well.  Who would have thought that at a critical moment, the boy from Fantianmen would save Jiming Temple! ??????? Karma, it¡¯s really not good!  Several gray-robed monks were even more relieved, and they all proclaimed the name of Buddha.  Nan Fengning was even more happy.  When it comes to machine debate, Wu Ming is indeed rare in the world!  But, how had he heard of such ¡®rumors¡¯?  When she thought about it, the female catcher understood.  Born in a teahouse, grew up in a teahouse, travels south to north, sees east and welcomes west, don¡¯t say too many ways to listen!  ¡°Hmm¡­is this an advantage?  When the goddess caught her thoughts, in a closed dark room, a loud shout suddenly burst out from the copper earpiece: "In this game, Jiming Temple won wonderfully!" He lowered his head, which was dark and heavy, and suddenly exploded: "Infinite Life"  "Buddha, three hundred taels, the poor monk defeated Jiming Temple in a row!" "Amitabha, four hundred taels, the poor monk defeated Jiming Temple for three yuan in a row!"  Chicken! Press the chicken!¡± ¡°Everyone presses the chicken!¡± The red-robed man raised his hand, and the white powder on his face immediately disappeared, and the golden Ba Zhong revealed his true appearance.  "Uh" There are nets hanging on the four corners of the head, and the shape of one of the skating rinks is indeed not very good.  Not to mention that the only handful is still curly wire.  On the other hand, he has a red mole between his eyebrows, a nose ring on his face, and a hint of sultry concubine in his majestic appearance, which is eye-catching.  "Haha, Master Ba Zhong, it's true that being famous is not as good as meeting him, and meeting him is not as good as being famous." Wu Ming peeked at Li Zhitian, who was also looking at him.  However, in Wu Ming's eyes, obscenity overwhelms everything, but in Li Zhitian's eyes, there are doubts.  ¡®He¡­is a spiritual boy?  ¡¯ The Tubo Imperial Master smiled slightly and didn¡¯t care.  "Where is Zen Master Kirigakure? I'm going to visit you now." "Wait a minute!" Several old monks were about to take advantage of Sheng to tell the truth without losing face, but Wu Ming was the first to speak: "It's rude to come and go without going.  Since the National Master has given the exam, why can¡¯t I go to Jiming Temple?¡± ¡°Oh?¡± The Tubo National Master looked at Wu Ming, who was a little nervous, and said with a smile, ¡°What does the National Master want to take the exam?¡±  What?" Wu Ming asked subconsciously.  "The six roots are pure." Wu Ming scratched his head and waved to the kind-hearted man in gray robe behind him.  The man in gray robe pointed at himself, and when Wu Ming nodded, he ran all the way to his side.  "Master, what are six roots?" "Pfft!" Li Zhitian's smile turned out to be as charming as silk, and charmed all the monks.  "Amitabhathese six roots refer to"
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