Chapter 110 Moral kidnapping, the West leaves

Duobao had received the orthodox teachings of the Xuanmen Sect. Although he knew that Maitreya's ideas were wrong, he could not think of any words to refute.

Maitreya saw this, and the corners of his mouth curled up. After today, his name Maitreya would resound throughout the prehistoric land.

But at this moment, Maitreya saw Zhao Gongming's half-smiley eyes intentionally or unintentionally, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

At the critical moment, this senior brother of the Shangqing lineage would not ruin his good things again, right?

As expected by Maitreya, the next moment, Zhao Gongming walked out and shook his head at Duobao.

"In terms of sophistry, you are not his opponent, go down first."

Duobao looked ashamed, "Senior Brother"

Zhao Gongming smiled, "It's okay, you just can't beat him in sophistry, but in terms of real level, you may not be inferior to him."

"Yes."

Duobao nodded, and then returned to the Shangqing camp.

When Maitreya saw Zhao Gongming appear in person, his face sank slightly, and he became a little more solemn.

Through the previous debate between Zhao Gongming and Yaoshi, Maitreya could clearly recognize that this senior brother of Shangqing was not a person who followed the rules.

Yaoshi, Ksitigarbha, and Dashizhi all looked depressed. Maitreya was good at speaking, but could he win against this senior brother of Shangqing?

Maitreya bowed and said, "Maile greets Senior Brother Gongming."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand, calmly, "No need to be polite. I came here to ask Taoist Maitreya a few questions."

"What questions?"

Maitreya's face was more serious.

"Junior Brother Maitreya's act of cutting meat to feed the eagle made me admire him very much, but I don't know, if the eagle didn't eat the swallow today, would it really starve to death?"

As soon as Zhao Gongming said this, the disciples of Shangqing were like a pot of boiling water.

"How much meat can a flying swallow have? It will definitely not starve to death if it doesn't eat it."

"That's right. That giant eagle is full of demonic energy. It is enough to kill tigers and hunt black bears. A flying swallow is probably not enough to fill its teeth."

"In that case, isn't it redundant for Senior Brother Maitreya to cut meat to feed the eagle?"

Mitreya was stunned, and his brain cells began to spin at a speed of 180 degrees. In the end, he could only sigh, "It shouldn't starve to death."

Zhao Gongming nodded slightly and continued to smile, "I heard that Junior Brother Maitreya has a Bodhi seed in his hand. It has been nurtured for countless thousands of years and has the effect of concentrating the mind and calming the spirit. Can you give it to me?"

"Kunlun Mountain is full of natural treasures. How can Senior Brother Gongming like my Bodhi seed?"

Mitreya was a little puzzled.

Zhao Gongming said seriously, "I have been practicing recently and always feel uneasy. The Bodhi seed in Brother Maitreya's hand is just right for me. Please give it to me."

"Brother Gongming, you are joking. Everyone knows that my uncle Sanqing has countless treasures in his hand, which are much better than the Bodhi seed in my hand."

There is indeed a Bodhi seed in Maitreya's hand, but how precious is that Bodhi seed? How can he give it to Zhao Gongming for free?

Zhao Gongming was puzzled and said, "Facing an eagle that can't die of hunger, Brother Maitreya can cut off his own flesh to feed him. Brother is practicing and his mind is uneasy. If he is not careful, he will be in danger of going astray. Why is Brother Maitreya unwilling to give even a Bodhi seed?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole Kunlun Mountain was boiling, and countless disciples laughed.

"I thought the Western disciples were so noble, but I didn't expect that they were all fake."

"A piece of meat can be easily restored with magic power, but the Bodhi seed is much more precious than a piece of meat. No wonder Maitreya is reluctant to give it up."

"If you can't bear to give it up, then don't give it up. You have to pretend to be compassionate and noble. It's really hypocritical."

"Brother Maitreya, if you really have a compassionate heart, give the Bodhi seed to Brother Gongming."

"That's right, it's just a Bodhi seed. You won't be reluctant to give it up, right?"

"If you are reluctant to give it up, then admit that you are hypocritical in the Western Dao."

A series of words directly stunned Maitreya.

Maitreya gritted his teeth, "It's just a Bodhi seed, I'll give it to you."

After speaking, Maitreya flicked his hand, and a Bodhi seed with golden light fell into Zhao Gongming's hand.

Zhao Gongming held the Bodhi seed, looked it up and down, and sighed, "It is worthy of being a treasure from the West, so I will accept it with pleasure."

After accepting the Bodhi seed, Zhao Gongming was suddenly startled, "Junior Brother Maitreya, I have another thing."

"What is it?"

"I heard that Junior Brother Maitreya has another magic weapon, called the Mixed Gold Cymbal, which is extremely powerful and is the supreme magic weapon for trapping people and killing enemies. I am worried that I don't have a powerful magic weapon to use. Senior Brother Maitreya is broad-minded and has the supreme compassion. Why don't you lend me the Mixed Gold Cymbal for a while?"

Zhao Gongming had a smile on his face. The trick of moral kidnapping is really useful.

Maitreya immediately shook his head, "The Golden Hydraulic Hammer is my companion spiritual treasure, I can't lend it to you."

Zhao Gongming's face darkened, "Then if I travel in the wild in the future and die in the hands of others because I don't have the treasure in my hand, then this account must be borne by Junior Brother Maitreya?"

"I, I..."

Mitreya was speechless.

"Maitreya, you step down."

The long voice came out from Jie Yin's mouth, which made Maitreya feel as if he had been pardoned, and he quickly stepped down.

Watching Maitreya step down in disgrace, the disciples of Shangqing burst into thunderous applause.

It was so refreshing to see the eldest brother teach the Western sophists a lesson.

Beside the valley, on the futon, Jie Yin said lightly, "Senior Brother Tongtian, your disciples are really eloquent."

A faint smile appeared on Tongtian's face, "I can't say I'm eloquent, I'm just using the other person's way to repay the other person."

The West is thick-skinned and behaves shamelessly, so its disciples of the Shangqing Dynasty are even more shameless and thick-skinned than the West. Taking the path of the West will leave the West with nowhere to go.

The smile on Tongtian's face became even brighter, "Two junior brothers, can we continue discussing Taoism?"

Jie Yin shook his head, "Let's end today's discussion."

Jie Yin had a clear vision in his heart. With Zhao Gongming here, no matter how many times he discussed Taoism, he would definitely lose to the West.

Zhao Gongming is a talented person.

Zhunti and Jie Ying deepened their desire to draw Zhao Gongming into the Western sect.

This time when discussing the Tao, the disciples of the Shangqing lineage shone brightly, but the disciples of the Yuqing lineage were overshadowed, and Yuanshi's face gradually turned cold.

"The way of the two junior brothers seems to have deviated from the three thousand Xuanmen avenues mentioned by the Taoist ancestors, and relied more on the eight hundred side gates. If this continues, the road ahead will be difficult."

Jie Yin said calmly, "Three thousand avenues are the way, and eight hundred side doors are also the way. The final end is the same. My two brothers are sure to find a new avenue."

"That's right, there is no road ahead. My two brothers just need to make a path."

When he spoke, his face was clear and there was no sadness or pain, only determination and forging ahead!

Sanqing couldn't help but fell silent. Dongfang Zhunti introduced the two of them. Although they were shameless and thick-skinned as a city wall, it had to be said that the two of them had a Taoist heart that had been tempered many times.

Taiqing slowly exhaled a breath, "The discussion is over, the two junior brothers can stay in my Kunlun Mountain for a few more days."

"No need. We have had enough of staying in the Kunlun Mountains for a hundred years. Let's go back to the west."

As soon as Jie Ying's idea came to mind, a white cloud appeared under his feet, and then the pharmacist and four other people quickly stepped forward.

"I'll take my leave."

Zhunti, accepted and said goodbye.

"Two junior brothers, walk slowly."

Sanqing also gestured with his hands.

Then, white clouds rose, carrying Zhunti, Jingyin and the other six people, turned into a white light, flew towards the west, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.