Chapter 327 Great Good Man

(In order to have a wedding wine tomorrow, I'm a little anxious to work. This chapter is not particularly good, but it's also good. Please subscribe, collect, and can you give me some red tickets? It looks miserable.)

On November 29, a fire cloud flew out from overseas. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees dried up, the land cracked, and people and animals died.

Countless masters in Tianzhou are suspected to be born with strange treasures.

No matter the immortal way, the devil's way, the devil, and the Buddha's characters have stepped into the road of treasure hunting.

There are many supreme teachings, and the soldiers are divided into two ways. While going to the source of the fire cloud, they follow the fire cloud and go to the end.

After the fire cloud appeared, the whole Tianzhou was boiling.

Even the land demon army stopped attacking, and the general-level masters left the barracks to look for treasures. Extraterritorial demons, as well as powerful demon gods, came to Tianzhou and came to look for treasure.

All people have a hope, that is, to find the fairy weapon.

The fairy weapon is in hand, staring at the world.

Even if it is the White Emperor and has a fairy Pangu axe, he doesn't mind one more.

The great self is in the heavenly palace.

"Di Shitian, you can also go on this treasure hunt. Maybe there is a great opportunity. I'm practicing a supreme fairy art in a closed house. Now it's a critical moment, and I can't leave.

"The great opportunity? What is that? Is it a fairy weapon?

"I don't know, but the possibility of fairy weapons is not high. If a fairy weapon is born, the Pangu axe will be the first to feel it. Of course, this fairy weapon cannot be ruled out. It has the function of blinding the Pangu axe... Well, I can't waste my consciousness. You and the elders in the sect are divided into two ways to set out quickly. In case you get the first to board."

"If someone robs, no matter what sect, kill it! At this moment, the great disaster of heaven and earth is coming, and many supreme teachings are not guaranteed. Only when I obey can I have a way out, and I dare to be rebellious and directly eliminate it.

While the White Emperor spoke, he hid the Great Zi in the Heavenly Palace for millions of years, and all his ferocious tusks and claws were exposed. His voice gradually disappeared into the air.

Only Di Shitian, who frowned slightly, was left.

"When did the White Emperor feel so relieved that he didn't fight for the great opportunity?"

Emperor Shitian doesn't believe the words of the White Emperor and practices the supreme immortality. With the character of the White Emperor, if it is really a great benefit, how can it be wasted because of a fairy art?

It can be said that Emperor Shitian came to this world because of the White Emperor.

In Tianzhou, no one knows the White Emperor better than him, and no one knows the White Emperor better than him. This old fox and a little fox have their own ideas and have never believed in each other.

"If you want me to be a pawn, I will naturally let you pay the price."

Di Shitian thought to himself, and there was a smile on his face. If anyone is here, he will be shocked. Di Shitian has actually reached the four-fold light realm. This kind of cultivation is faster than Mo Zhilan.

He left the palace with a shrump and went to inform several hidden elders to set out together.

As the only disciple of the White Emperor, in the eyes of many people, after the rise of the White Emperor, he will be the heir of the Heavenly Palace.

So, even the old antiques of the King of the World treat him differently.

"Amitabha, Master, please let me go."

"With the birth of this strange treasure, all kinds of masters in the world gathered together, and there was a bloody storm. If I go, I can save one.

"Buddha said, 'All sentient beings are equal, and whoever will go to hell if I don't go to hell." These people used to be good or evil. After all, it's life, and I want to save it.

"Please complete the master!"

Bodhi Sect, under the bodhi tree, a young monk knelt down to the old monk who closed his eyes and sat on meditation.

The bodhi tree is 90,000 feet high, with luxuriant branches and leaves, extending into the wind of the nine heavens. Under the canopy, there is a quiet world, and the sun is pouring down.

The trunk is like a hill, extending from the back mountain to the top. The front mountain is full of red bricks and green tiles and dozens of Zen houses. And a treasure hall similar to a secular Buddhist temple.

This is where the host lives.

The shabby scene is that it is not as good as ordinary secular sects.

Who can imagine that this is one of the three veins of Buddhism and Taoism, the most mysterious Bodhi Sect. In today's state, among all the supreme teachings, Bodhisattva speaks with great weight.

It's not inferior to Tianyi Pavilion.

There are only hundreds of disciples in such a giant sect.

"Good, do you know why you are called good as a teacher."

Under the bodhi tree in the back mountain, the old monk who closed his eyes and sat on meditation said a sentence for a long time.

"The disciple is ignorant and doesn't know the master's intention."

"When you get started, the teacher said that you have the qualification to become a Buddha. It's just that you are too kind, but you don't know that the Buddha also wants to pick up the butcher's knife. If you kill, you don't kill! To be a teacher is to let you be kind. If you can't understand it clearly, you don't have to go about it.

The young monk wanted to say something, but when he saw the old monk, he waved his hand. He not only put his hands together, but also decided to go down the mountain with his face.

Halfway up the mountain, he knelt down and kowtowed to the old monk in the back of the mountain. He resolutely went to the source of the fire cloud.

"Master, I'm still going. Should I send some people to follow him?

A middle-aged monk is worried. He is now presided over by the Bodhi Sect. He doesn't like his little brother. From the moment of entry, he has been called by the master as the Buddha's capital.

"Oh, the fate has been decided. This trip is a disaster of good, one thought of becoming a Buddha, one thought of hell. It depends on his creation. I can't force it.

"Amitabha, let it be."

......

Mo Zhilan came out of the yin and yang road and flew all the way with the traces of the fire cloud. The fire cloud covered about a thousand miles. Mo Zhilan flew by and saw a devastated scenery.

On the sea, there are all cooked fish and shrimp, and there are even some monsters with low mana.

Some islands are inhabited by indigenous people. At this moment, people have been roasted into mummified corpses, and some people are hiding in the river. People are directly boiled to the ground.

Some earth-built houses have turned into pottery after being baked at high temperature.

"Amitabha, may your souls return to bliss and never suffer from disasters forever. Donor, death is the most common reason. Why don't we bury them and accumulate good results?

Mo Zhilan was about to leave when he heard a Buddha's name coming from the west. In a flash, the voice had not yet fallen, and it had reached his side.

"What a high level of cultivation."

Mo Zhilan narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous light. Monk, probably because of the two monks met by the primitive demon sect, he has a kind of disgust for bald donkeys.

Who knows, this face is still a beautiful young monk with a very high cultivation. Unexpectedly, he chattered and let him bury the person.

Good fruit?

I don't know how many people he killed, and he will still care about this little Shan Xiaode. What can be done by accumulating good deeds? People who practice Taoism do not fake external things, but only cultivate their own hearts.

Asking for the gods and Buddhas is not for their own benefits.

"This good fruit is given to the master."

Mo Zhilan smiled and continued to fly forward. This monk must have come to look for a strange treasure, but he had no evil thoughts, and his words were a little naive, so Mo Zhilan didn't kill him.

"The benefactor, the little monk is not a master, the little monk is called good..."

The monk actually fell to the island and dug a hole to bury the dead. It seemed that he was afraid of disrespecting the deceased and didn't even use his magic power.

"A good man?"

Mo Zhilan showed an unspeakable sarcastic smile on his face.

In this world of hundreds of ghosts at night, it has to be said that it is a miracle that he can live now.

"There is a generation of Bodhi. In the second generation of disciples of Bodhi Sect, when did a stupid monk come out?"

King Antu slammed his mouth and introduced the generation division of Bodhi Sect into Mo Zhilan's mind.

Now every time he encounters something that he doesn't understand, the King of Andi will tell him what he knows. Over time, Mo Zhilan knows more about Tianzhou than ordinary antiques.

After all, the Killing Emperor is a peerless master who can be comparable to the White Emperor.

At present, the highest generation of Bodhisattva is Jundi, the first master of Bodhisattva, and his cultivation is at least equivalent to the virtual level.

Next, there are the second generation of disciples, that is, the 18 disciples. They are from generation to generation.

So when he heard that the stupid monk was called Shan, King Andu couldn't help but be a little surprised. Zhun Ti's disciple, this name is still quite scary in Tianzhou.

Compared with the owners of the four major families of Yin and Yang Dao, it is half a chip higher.