Chapter 440 Forced Parallel

The sun is shining brightly. Don't beg to sit behind the long table in front of the gate of the city guard and taste the fragrant tea slowly. In front of him were eight celadon plates, in which were placed with exquisite snacks, which were all good cakes carefully made by the chefs in the city.

Tea is a good tea. It is a spiritual tea picked in the deep mountains next to Ancheng, and the pastry is also a good pastry. There are also two beautiful and well-behaved maids in this life to beat the fan. The cool breeze is mixed with the fragrance. Don't beg and you feel that your enjoyment is really a little

The strong wind made the flags on their heads hunt, and some idle people were carefully standing under the eaves opposite the road, looking at the movement on this side. From time to time, a few people dressed up walked past the city lord's house and carefully glanced at the notices on both sides of the gate. Don't beg noticed that some scattered practitioners were obviously moved, but when they were about to walk towards them, they were dragged away by their companions around them.

He clicked his mouth, and begged to turn his head and said to a maid beside him, "It's been two days. Why hasn't no one applied yet?"

The two maids didn't dare to say anything, but bowed slightly respectfully and whispered back, "The maidservant doesn't know!"

I don't know? Don't beg to pour three or two mouthfuls of tea into your mouth, grab two pieces of pine nuts and swallow them, then clap your hands, and shout to the city lord's house: "Smonk, come out and stare. If someone signs up, take him to see Sanle Zhenren. Well, I don't believe it. In such a good condition, no one is willing to respond!"

Stand up and beg. He was about to inquire about the news with Ancheng. Suddenly, he saw an old man in a blue gown in an elixir pharmacy opposite him, which specializes in selling all kinds of elixirs. He was squinting behind the curtain and squinting at himself from the cracks in the curtain. The old man's cultivation was only the early level of Jindan, with a little vigilance and even a little disgust in his eyes.

The old man hid behind the curtain and was covered with most of his face by the shadow of the door panel. If he hadn't begged for the tip of his eyes, how could he find him?

frowned, stood up, gave up his seat to the guarding monk who came out of the house, and then walked to the elixir pharmacy with a smile. Seeing Don't beg coming towards him, the old man's face suddenly changed rapidly. He casually put on the door panel and was about to close the door of the elixir pharmacy.

But don't beg for him to close the door. As soon as he moved his foot, he reached over the door panel and said hello to the old man through the curtain: "Why is this Taoist like a ghost when he sees the poor road? Ha ha ha, "Is it possible that Taoist friends have a misunderstanding of poverty?"

The old man's face turned blue. He hurriedly let go of the door opener, staggered back a few steps, and said in a dry voice to Don't beg Lianji, "Taoist friend, senior, I don't know what the younger generation has offended the senior, gurg!" With that, the old man actually had a cold war, and his teeth touched each other, gurgled, and made a sound. Obviously, he was frightened by the sudden door-to-door behavior.

There are sounds all around. "Don't beg, you don't need to release your spiritual knowledge. Just standing on the high-altitude clouds and overlooking the feedback of a demon god puppet in Ancheng is enough to let him know that there are more than a dozen shops related to monks near the movement around him. The shopkeepers and clerks of All kinds of excuses greeted each other, but all eyes were fixed on Don't beg.

Looking back at those people in amazement, those shopkeepers suddenly returned to their stores one by one, and several timid people directly closed the door and hung out the cover of closing. Don't beg to look up at the sky in a daze. The sun is shining brightly. It's noon. It's time to be at noon. Are you going to blow up and show it to the ghosts?

After a few dry smiles, don't beg to walk into the elixir pharmacy, and said to the old man with a smile, "Don't panic, don't be afraid. There is no malice in poverty. It's just that there are some things that I want to consult with my Taoist friends.

The old man grabbed a rag shiveringly and wiped a spotless medicine shelf around him. He smiled and said, "What's the problem with the senior? The junior must know everything and say everything. The senior just ask."

Don't beg for a turn in your eyes." He asked with a smile, "What kind of school did Taoist friends come from?"

, coo-dong, the old man knelt directly on the ground. He kowtowed heavily and said, "Senior, senior, thank you!" The younger generation came from a small family. Nine days ago, the elders in the younger family died tragically in the mountains, and now there are no elders in the door. Whoo-hoo, if the seniors fall in love with the junior's foundation, just take it. It's not easy for the younger generation to practice hard for 300 years. It's easy to form a golden elixir. Please forgive me!"

dull.

Don't beg to look at the old man who cried bitterly and his face was full of snot and tears. After a long time, he came to his senses: "Is it so terrible?"

The old man kowtowed heavily on the ground and cried, "The little Wuxiang Buddha soil was angry with the arhat's nest, the Jinge Temple was destroyed, and the Yuta Temple was overturned. It was not easy for the poor juniors to cultivate. It took three hundred years to form a golden elixir, and the seniors The younger generation's pure yang can't be easily discarded!"

Don't beg for a loss again. He frowned and thought for a long time before he picked up the old man and shouted harshly, "Don't cry, tell me a good word! If you dare to cry again, I will peel off your skin, twitch your tendons, demote your soul to Jiuyou Hell, and suffer the pain of the underworld's soul refining day and night!"

With a roar, there were more closing sounds around, but the old man hurriedly put away his crying, hurriedly wiped his face with a rag, and forcibly squeezed out a smile. He lowered his waist and carefully explained the strange atmosphere in Ancheng to Buqi.

It turned out that when the monk Jing'an was the owner of the city, he was relatively balanced with the strength around Ancheng. The Great Lotte Palace and the Jade Pagoda Temple can't hold each other. The two forces with strong backers have reached a balance, and the other small forces are naturally happy to seek development in the cracks.

The monk Jing'an is the master of the city and governs the city with the cultivation of Buddhism. These small forces are also much better.

But it is a sudden change in kung fu in less than half a month.

The Great Lotte Palace stepped on the Jade Pagoda Temple, the soldiers came to the Golden Pavilion Temple, and the monks in Jing'an were strangers, so he changed to Sanle Zhenren to be the city owner. That's all. Although Sanle Zhenren is an evil cultivation, the Golden Pavilion Temple does not fall. After all, the two major forces are still evenly matched. At most, Sanle Zhenren is more greedy, and the number of twitching is larger, and other small forces can still live peacefully in Ancheng.

However, Liu Yi and others suddenly intervened, and Don't beg pushed heavily behind their backs. The whole army of the Lotte Palace was destroyed, the whole army of the Jinge Temple was destroyed, and the heads and elders of the forces around Ancheng were blown up by a desperate plan. The angry arhat was also eaten and wiped up by the ancestor of Jiji, and even the ashes were refined by the ancestor of Jiji.

In a time, the Daletian Palace around Ancheng was dominant, and the ancestor of Jiji was like a dark cloud, heavy on the hearts of all the small forces. The Great Lotte Palace is notorious. It has always liked to do some things to rob men and women. It is famous in Ancheng, which is simply against the wind and stinks for 800 miles. Now that the angry arhat has fallen, there is no enemy nemesis in the Lotte Palace, and the backstage backers of all the small forces have also died clean. It is impossible for you to ask the disciples of these small forces not to be afraid!

As far as the old man in front of him is concerned, the strongest elder in his school is only the cultivation of the middle of the Yuanshen." But because of curiosity, he ran to the deep mountains in the east to see what the remains of Zhixian looked like. Of course, he also had the idea of picking up cheap things. As a result, it will be gone forever, and several elders in the Yuanying period in the door have also become flying ash. Now there are only a few big cats and three kittens left in the door, and there is also a Jiji ancestor behind them.

One of the gatekeepers of these small forces is reluctant to abandon the foundation of the portal, and the other is afraid not to beg them to death. Therefore, in the past few days, they are like ants on a hot pot. They have suffered a lot in their hearts, but they don't know what to do.

Don't beg them to raise the flagpole to recruit Sanxiu to join the city's mansion. The problem is that the reputation of the Lotte Palace is too bad. Which Sanxiu dares to join for those high salaries? The monks value their own cultivation and essence the most. Qiao Niangniang likes to plunder the Yuanyang spirit of her own family members. Although Qiao Niang is said to have fallen now, the reputation of the Great Lotte Palace is there. Who dares to join?

"That's it!" Don't beg and look at the old man who was scared with trembling legs helplessly: "Is the reputation of the Lotte Palace really bad?"

The old man laughed a few times and dared not take this stubble. The Great Lotte Palace is not only very smelly, but also stinks the street. The disciples of the Great Lotte Palace are all demons. "Which of the other monks dares provoke them? Not to mention just raising a flag to attract people, even if you don't beg for real gold and silver in front of you, no Sanxiu dares to join the city lord's mansion for the sake of greed.

Looking at the old man's smile, don't beg for a burst of fire. Why did he ignore this question? Is the reputation of the Lotte Palace really stinky?

But now the elders of all the forces around Ancheng have died cleanly. Why do you still reason with these monks left behind in the city?

With a cold snort, Don't beg patted the old man on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the Dan pharmacy. He walked slowly to the gate of the city lord's house, tore off the two notices at the door, and then flew into the sky. "Don't beg to shout harshly": "Listen to all the scattered repairs in He'an City! From today on, you are all disciples of the Big Lotte Palace! No Yue Dai, no salary. "The only way out for you is to bow your head and obey orders." Follow my words obediently!"

A few thunderbolts were dropped casually, and several houses in the city collapsed. Don't beg and shouted, "From today on, all the shops in the city are the property of the Great Lotte Palace!" All your shopkeepers, guys, and those whose cultivation is above the peak of the day after tomorrow, will go to the city master's mansion to register. From today on, you are all disciples of the Great Lotte Palace! Who dares not go, kill! Who dares to hide the accounts, kill! Who dares to hide money, kill!"

Danced and lost dozens of thunder lights around. Don't howl: "In a word, from today on, the Great Lotte Palace will unify and Ancheng. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who rebel against me will die! All the monks will register all the assets of their own sect and report them today. Those who violate the order, kill!"

After taking a breath, Don't beg and said in a low voice, "Today, join the disciples of the outer door of the Great Lotte Palace, and Master Dao will ensure their safety. Those who join in the future today, hey hey, it is inevitable to make a furnace tripod!"

I only heard a sudden burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the city, and a large group of monks ran out of all places crying and shouting, either to the clouds, or driving the sword light, one by one, they broke their heads and rushed to the city guard house. In just a cup of tea, the city guard was surrounded by tens of thousands of monks. The monks roared and shouted one by one, crying for the real people to collect them quickly!

Don't beg to be happy, and suddenly burst into laughter.