I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 534: Tianlong Jiahui (2)

Ling Ping An finally chose his outfit.

He likes the outfit he chose.

I liked it at first sight!

That is a costume.

It seems to be used by a certain magic or fantasy film crew.

A triangular headgear, a sharp wooden stick, and a set of red robes.

Combined together, Lingping thinks it looks good.

Of course, the most important thing is cheap!

It's only one hundred and twenty yuan. Free shipping is included and it will be delivered tomorrow morning!

"In this case, I can wear this outfit and go to the scene..."

"In this way, I should be able to enjoy my quiet and peaceful life while eating and waiting for death!"

He doesn't like to be famous, because that would delay him playing games and writing.

Thinking of it, Lingping sighed: "Not many manuscripts have been saved...not many!"

He saved tens of thousands of words before he came, and he has almost used them these days.

There are still three to five days at most.

"Hurry up and go home!" He said, slowly leaning on the bed and falling asleep.

I don't know where I am in my dream.

Only vaguely saw, a boy with the appearance of a little novice came to a monk.

"In the future, under the seat of Maitreya Buddha, listen to the scriptures and sweep the novices, suddenly worship a hundred, and the Buddha will drive by the law!"

"Respectfully invite the Buddha, please attend the meeting!"

Listen to the milky words of the little novice monk.

Lingping smiled: "I started to dream about the plot of the book I wrote again?"

Internet writers often encounter such things.

I dreamed of the plot in my book in my dream.

Then various gods unfolded, and after finally waking up, there was only a vague memory.

Then beat his chest and feet, regretful.

Because most people have a good feeling about the plot in the dream.

Some people even have much better feelings than they thought before.

It's a pity...

Most people forget what they thought and saw in their dreams after waking up.

Only a vague impression.

Ling Ping An is no exception.

He thought about these things, everything in his dream, began to change.

The monk turned around slowly.

In the black-haired black robe, among the deep and distant eyes, two black lotus stands are fascinated by the shadows.

"Lead the way ahead!" Just listened to the monk.

"Follow the decree!" The little novice suddenly stopped in joy.

He respectfully led the black-haired and black-robed monk through the heavy mist.

Ling Ping'an feels that he has opened his heavenly eyes.

Everything in the dream world is in his eyes.

He is a bystander, an observer.

The angle of view follows the black-haired and black-robed monk, walking slowly.

Ling Ping An soon discovered that the black-haired and black-robed monk, the protagonist he once wrote, seemed to be different from the description in his book.

This Heavenless Buddha seems to have no feet.

He relied on two thick limbs similar to leeches, advancing in a serpentine manner.

The two huge limbs are hidden in the mist.

Until, a little light came from ahead.

The two leech-like limbs slowly turned into two white long legs.

Under Lingping's gaze, Wutian Buddha, barefoot, collapsed across a gap that seemed to be a portal.

So, the world changed in front of me.

The fairy mist, Qionglou Yuyu, is hidden in the distance.

"Friends of Daoist!" A voice of compassion filled with magnetism was heard in the ear.

The Buddha with a big belly and big ears, who looked extremely compassionate, stood up from the futon with a smile, folded his hands together, and said: "The poor monk is here, I have seen fellow daoists!"

At this moment, Lingping seemed to feel some familiar flavors.

He tilted his gaze slightly and looked under the fairy mist.

In the shadows, he seemed to see a strong girl walking hard among the mountains.

Among the hills, the demon mist lingers.

Vaguely, it seems to be staring at him.

The young girl was trapped in it.

It seems that it has been a while.

Therefore, there was a thought in Lingping's heart.

The black-haired and black-robed monk raised his hand to show a little aura and fell into the lower realm.

………………

Mei Qing has been wandering for a full month in this unnamed lofty mountain.

She is trapped here.

The monster that trapped her was the monster king trained by a crow here.

This demon king is here to set up a mystery barrier to trap the merchants and think of blood.

That is, she, who has the Buddha Fuze of the Heavenless Buddha, can only persist until now, otherwise she will be exhausted and fall into the mouth of the crow spirit.

"Wu Tian Buddha is merciful!"

"The disciples are so lonely and capable... I am ashamed!"

"But please let the Buddha go, the disciples will cross this dangerous barrier anyway, continue to move forward, find the four masters and apprentices, and convey your decree!"

The four masters and apprentices owed the Buddha's Scriptures and Dharma, but did not pay.

It is natural for her to ask for the request according to the Buddha's decree.

And the hardships on the journey now, in Mei Qing's eyes, are just tests.

The Buddha's test on her!

So, she prays to the Buddha every morning and evening.

Today is also normal.

After praying, she stood up and was about to continue on the road, looking for a way to solve the mystery here.

Suddenly, she raised her head.

I saw that above the sky, a little black light fell.

The aura fell in front of her and turned into a black lotus.

The lotus flower bloomed, and the endless black Buddha light drenched the entire mountain.

The mystery barrier is broken instantly without attack.

A huge crow fluttered its wings from the hills far away, fleeing frantically.

However, he was still grabbed by a big deformed hand.

Squeezed lightly and was squeezed into flesh and blood.

Mei Qing watched and knelt down immediately: "Disciple Mei Qing, suddenly worship me Buddha!"

"Thank you for your kindness!"

In the black lotus transformed by the aura, a black-haired and black-robed Buddha's phantom slowly appeared, and it was the Heavenless Buddha.

I listened to the Buddha slowly saying: "You and wait here!"

"No!" Mei Qing bowed again.

……………………

Duzita, the Buddha from the East, has also noticed the actions of the Wutian Buddha.

He pinched the flower and smiled: "Does the Buddha have a destined person in this world?"

The black-haired and black-robed Buddha Buddha just nodded slightly.

The skin on both sides of his cheeks cracked little by little.

There is a voice from the cracked skin: "You invited me here, what's the matter?"

The Eastern Buddha laughed, very compassionate: "Amitabha!"

He said: "The poor monk admires the way of the Buddha, so I have a brazen invitation. I don't mean that the Buddha will not be contemptible with the poor monk. It is a great honor for the poor monk to attend the appointment!

"Therefore, we have prepared this Tianlong Jiahui for the Buddha!"

Speaking, the Eastern Buddha waved his robes.

The fairy mist slowly dissipated, revealing the things shrouded in the fairy mist.

But it is a plate after plate of crystal clear, like emerald, gold-like meat.

In the texture of these meats, there are various rhymes and flows.

"These are the flesh of the Heavenly Dragon!"

"In the Dragon Pond of Lingshan, the Heavenly Dragon is nurtured!"

"The Buddha had tasted the flesh and blood of this generation in the past, and he was full of praise. The poor monk was not talented. He carefully selected three true immortal dragons for the Buddha to prepare for the needs of the Buddha!" ​​Donglai The Buddha introduced with a chuckle.

These dragon meats in front of me are like vegetables and fruits.

When the Wutian Buddha saw it, he didn't say a word. He just rolled a large plate of Tianlong meat in front of him, then opened his mouth, swallowed it roundly, and chewed. .

The dragon meat splashed and the juice was full.

Ling Ping An, who was watching, looked a little greedy.

"Presumably this dragon meat must be an exceptionally delicious and juicy delicacy!" he thought.

That's dragon meat.

As the saying goes: Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground!

Donkey meat is easy to say, this dragon meat... he really hasn't tasted it!

At the moment, I am a little eager to try.

As soon as he thought, Lingping felt a strong smell of meat between his mouth and teeth.

The tender gravy bursts in the mouth.

Every time it explodes, it's a taste bomb attack.

"I'm just..." He was stunned: "Shared the taste of the Wutian Buddha?"

Considering that it was a dream, he didn't think much about it.

He listened to the Eastern Buddha and said again: "In addition to the flesh of the Heavenly Dragon, the poor monk is also the Buddha of Heavenlessness. He asked for thirteen flat peaches from the longevity emperor Jade Halal. Place, get six ginseng fruit..."

Speaking, there are two white jade cases, appearing before those piled up with dragon meat.

On a table, there are big and fresh peaches in full bloom.

The skin of these peaches has a coveted color.

The dim fruity fragrance spreads out, and it makes people comfortable to smell it.

On the other table, there are a lot of cute and adorable baby-like fruits.

The surface of these fruit entities is filled with a touch of fairy air.

The Wutian Buddha looked at it, but didn't take it.

He just sat down cross-legged, a black lotus platform, supporting his body from nothingness.

"A gift from others must have something to ask for!" Wutian Buddha did not move his mouth, and his voice came from the squirming flesh and blood under his cheek: "Donglai Daoist, specially invited me here..."

"What do you want to say?"

The big belly Buddha put his hands together, said a sin, and then said: "Don't dare to hide from the Buddha!"

"It is really the Buddha who lived in this realm, and the Dharma that he faxed was both good and good..."

"Then..." The Eastern Buddha looked at the Wutian Buddha and said: "The poor monk is not talented, but thought that the Buddha might not have passed down the real seriousness?"

"It is passed down to the world today, but only a few words on the Avenue of the Buddha..."

"Therefore, the poor monks are not talented, I beg the Buddha to pass down the scriptures!"

"Hehe!" Wutian Buddha's cheek twitched slightly, as if something was hatching under his skin.

In the lotus platform under his seat, one scripture one after another.

"Do you want to know my truth?" He asked, and before waiting for the answer from the Eastern Buddha, he said to himself: "You are so courageous!"

"My way, I'm afraid you can't bear it!"

His eyeballs are spinning three hundred and sixty degrees in his eye sockets.

On the skin on the body surface, black runes are looming.

These runes echo each other.

A huge tentacle-like object, faintly, appeared behind him.

His shadow is reflected on the ground.

The shadows and shadows seem to have countless frantic and blasphemous Zen sounds, leading the world.

The entire Dousitatian began to shake.

The fairy soil cracked, the clouds collapsed, and the palace was shaken.

Strips of deformed, inexplicable and general things travel through this time and beyond.

It was the Eastern Buddha, who couldn't sit still for a while.

It can only be the chant of the Buddha and raise a golden bowl to protect oneself.

At this time, a Seven Treasure Tree appeared behind him.

Above the treasure tree, there are many brilliant colors, and within the seven kinds of merits, there is the sound of Sanskrit singing.

There is another phantom of the Tai Chi picture, reflecting the past and the future, and it's fixed on the ground.

The two saints, separated by time and space, shot outside the infinite whirling world.

So, in a moment, all the changes calmed down.

After the Eastern Buddha made a guilty statement, he said: "The poor monks are so shallow that they make friends laugh!"

He knew how dangerous the situation just now was.

A careless person, I am afraid that this benevolent corpse will be contaminated by the supernatural powers of the Heavenless Buddha, forcibly enlightened, and become a disciple under the Buddha's seat.

Just like in the past years, this Buddha turned out to be unreasonably enlightened on the entire Lingshan Diamond Arhats.

Fortunately, before he came, Mr. Zhunti had prepared a plan for him.

Fortunately, this place is Dusitian.

Laojun's site!

Even if the old man thinks about inaction, he will not sit and watch him being enlightened in front of him.

The magical powers of the Wutian Buddha were counteracted by people, but they were not annoyed. The flesh and blood in the texture of the cheeks squirmed and made a sound: "Back then, the Tathagata child, who gave lectures for others, still had to collect three buckets and three liters of rice gold... "

"My Scriptures and Dharma, passed on to the four masters and apprentices, but I didn’t get any money!"

"This matter, I am really annoyed!"

"If Daoists want to ask me for truth..."

"Not as good as..."

"Let’s have a gambling fight too!"

Heard of the Eastern Buddha, he immediately prayed: "I wish to listen to the decree of the Buddha!"

This is something he cannot ask for.

Because of this cause and effect, one drink and one peck, there is a day of repayment.

If it's a gambling, it's much better.

It's nothing more than the ups and downs in the casino.

Any win or loss must be accepted!

Cause and effect are all eliminated, not half dust!

The end is excellent!

The Wutian Buddha smiled happily. In the laughter, the wrists of the tentacles reflected behind him cracked, and countless monsters flashed in it.

"Look, fellow Daoist!" With a wave of his hand, the fairy soil under his feet split, reflecting the scenery of the lower realm.

A slender girl, holding a dark book of unknown, knelt down in front of a black lotus.

"This woman is destined to me!" Wutian Buddha said: "I have ordered her to go to Dongtu to recover the debts of the four masters and apprentices!"

"And what I want to bet with fellow daoists and others is whether this woman can go eastward successfully and collect debts smoothly?"

The Eastern Buddha listened and immediately thought about it.

The four masters and apprentices are no longer what they used to be.

They have long been infested by the Dharma of the Wutian Buddha, and their magical powers are incredible.

In this world, there is almost no rival.

Even the little white dragon is now the Dragon of the Four Seas, with an indescribable body.

And the girl is just a mortal body.

I'm afraid that any little demon can make her difficult to move, let alone the four masters and apprentices?

So...

Can't you be charged?

But...

The Eastern Buddha looked at the Wutian Buddha in front of him, the power of the mysterious saint's thoughts.

He didn't dare to bet.

After all, when planning the Journey to the West, the two saints had been planning for a thousand years.

Now, how can this Wutian Buddha do anything at will?

But, is the bet successful?

This Wutian Buddha can tell him to lose now.

With a random finger, the girl will immediately fall to the ground.

The Eastern Buddha suddenly hesitated.

Because he found that no matter how he chose, he seemed to lose.

Suddenly heard the teacher's whisper in the ear: "You can make a bet with Wutian Daoyou!"

Two flying swords, shot from outside the sky.

It is exactly the two congenital killers left by Styx.

Yuantu, Abi.

The two swords of innate killing and cutting fell in front of the Eastern Buddha.

The Donglai Buddha knows that this is a bet!

But not enough!

So, there is another formation picture, which fell from the sky.

The stars of Zhou Tian are all in it.

It is precisely the treasure of the demon clan heaven in the past: the star formation of Zhou Tian.

This is the bet of the Sanqing Saints!

In a trance, a sound of kindness and harmony came from Tusitianzhi.

"The concubine also comes to make a bet!"

A vigorous divine clock also fell from the sky and fell in front of you.

It is the treasure of the demon clan in the past: the Eastern Bell!

It was the consciousness of the female snail empress who also briefly awakened from the eternal sleep.

Buddha from the East is suddenly stressed!

Because all the saint teachers have already placed their bets.

And these saint teachers are all gone, which means that Teacher Hongjun has also acquiesced to this gambling fight.

In other words, all the pressure has come to him.

In case you choose the wrong one.

Then he became a target.

All the saints are embarrassed and can't find the Wutian Buddha, so they must take his breath away!

While thinking about it, the words of the teacher Zhunti echoed in his ears: "You do whatever you want!"

"This gambling battle~IndoMTL.com~ has nothing to do with you!"

"The will of the saint of the Supreme Avenue is here now!"

The Eastern Buddha suddenly awakened.

Yes!

He has a backer.

Can there be no heavenly Buddha?

So, the Eastern Buddha was relieved.

The sage has always calculated without a moment's plan.

So...

He can really do whatever he wants.

Because his choice is actually the choice of the saint teachers!

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