Chapter 98 I, Ye Junlin, will take full responsibility!
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Shi Shang Zui Shuai Zuo Zhe
"What should I do? He doesn't seem to be afraid of us?"
"Damn it, the aura of the Tribulation Realm, this is a virtual immortal!"
"Why are you panicking? I heard that Ye Junlin once killed a virtual immortal from the Yuhua Sect, and he has a reputation for being vicious. As long as I stabilize my aura, I can scare this old bald donkey!"
Several people were communicating secretly.
As the core figure of this group, the white-haired old man suppressed the panic in his heart, sneered a few times, and said proudly: "Disciple, you have nothing to do here, leave!"
"Yes, Master!"
The man in the bamboo hat felt like he was being pardoned, and hid behind him in fear.
"Fellow Taoist, do you know who I am? There are really not many people in the entire Eastern Region who can stop me from what I want to do!"
The white-haired old man's eyes were as cold as winter, and his tone was full of warning.
Master Ran Deng raised his eyebrows.
In his eyes, the other three people were of low level, but the cultivation level of this white-haired old man could not be seen clearly, as if it was covered with a layer of mystery. Moreover, looking at this posture, could it be that he really had a great background?
"Master, he is the God of Killing Ye Junlin! He destroyed the Yuhua Sect's million-strong army before. In that battle, our Xuankong Temple also lost many elders and disciples!" A fellow disciple said nervously.
"Ok?"
Master Ran Deng's eyes flashed with sparkle. He had heard about this when he came out of seclusion a while ago.
I didn't expect to meet this person at this time!
It is said that even the newly promoted Ju Yangxu Immortal of the Yuhua Sect was killed by the opponent with his bare hands at the Xue family banquet!
His cultivation is unfathomable and his strength is extremely powerful!
The white-haired old man's heart skipped a beat.
This old bald donkey is actually an eminent monk of Xuankong Temple. You must know that Xuankong Temple also suffered losses at the hands of Ye Junlin in the original Battle of Huangzhou!
Shouldn't these enemies start a fight when they meet?
What a sin, this is really going to hit the wall!
It’s still a barbed iron plate!
Unexpectedly, Master Ran Deng actually showed a smile, and the terrifying aura released from his body gradually subsided, and his attitude became much kinder, "Amitabha, it turns out you are the donor, I have heard about you for a long time."
The white-haired old man was stunned, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic.
It seems that Ye Junlin's name is still useful, even the eminent monk of Xuankong Temple has to give him face!
The monks present looked at each other, and one could see deep shock in each other's eyes.
Is Ye Junlin already so powerful?
Even Master Ran Deng must treat him with courtesy, showing signs of trying to please him!
This is obviously an enemy!
"Master, is this old bald donkey really trying to sell your face?" Li Wujie said secretly. He was also surprised by the change in Master Ran Deng's attitude.
Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of some possibility, and sneered: "Don't be fooled, this old bald donkey is holding back a lot of bad things, take a good look."
If the guess is correct, this person wants to use these fakes to achieve his own shady purpose.
"Ahem, this fellow Taoist, are you also from the Medicine King Valley?" When the white-haired old man saw Master Ran Deng lowering his body, the fear in his heart was much reduced, and he looked even more calm and relaxed.
"Exactly, it is really a good place full of truth, goodness and beauty in the world." Master Ran Deng sighed with a smile.
When he said this, the anger in his chest was boiling!
Hearing this, the white-haired old man secretly rejoiced. Being able to receive such a high evaluation from this eminent monk meant that the Medicine King Valley was indeed a supreme treasure.
Then this group of people who came out must have a lot of precious medicines in their hands, probably even the King of Medicines!
Thoughts turn.
The white-haired old man made up his mind, and his tone showed a strong tone, "In this case, we are destined to meet each other. I would like to ask fellow Taoists not to interfere in the next thing, otherwise... hum!"
As he said that, he suddenly threw down his sleeves and robe, his posture was very domineering.
The other companions remained silent, secretly saying that this guy was really a very talented person and very brave, and he would dare to attack the masters of the Tribulation Realm.
see.
Instead of being angry, Master Ran Deng smiled and said, "I completely understand what Donor Ye means, but this is not comprehensive, so let me help you."
Swish!
He made a seal with one hand, and a large copper-colored bowl instantly formed above his head, and then expanded rapidly at an incredible speed, as if it wanted to cover the whole world.
Soon, this big bowl was completely natural and had no flaws. It seemed to be a cage that covered all the monks, and not even a fly could fly out!
The surface of the big bowl is also densely covered with pale golden Sanskrit characters, and the sound of chanting from the temple can be faintly heard, which is full of peaceful and sacred atmosphere.
Everyone was in it, and their expressions were full of surprise and uncertainty.
There was a vague foreboding feeling in their hearts!
"Fellow Taoist, what are you..." The white-haired old man's expression froze, and he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart. The other party's sudden move was completely beyond his expectation.
What is this for? !
At this time, under countless shocked eyes, Master Ran Deng showed compassion and sighed: "It's so good, so good. We are destined to meet each other. I have decided to save all the donors and let you go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss as soon as possible."
"Amitabha~"
The white-browed monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name calmly.
These words made everyone present shudder.
Among them, a monk realized something and raised his finger tremblingly, "I understand, you bald donkey clearly wants to take revenge on us!"
The other people who came out of Yaowang Valley were angry and anxious. Knowing that Master Ran Deng wanted to settle accounts, they immediately shouted emotionally:
"We are also forced to have no choice! Why should we be blamed?"
"Isn't it just that you were thrown a dung ball? You, an eminent monk, are so narrow-minded!"
"Master! Let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone!"
"Don't monks be compassionate? You are discrediting the Xuankong Temple!"
Sounds of scolding, begging for mercy, and angry shouts filled the air from all directions in an instant.
Master Ran Deng broke through his defense, and the veins on his forehead protruded, and he roared angrily: "Shut up! You bunch of villains! I am a great master of the Tribulation Realm, but you guys unite to throw shit balls?"
"How can I possibly swallow this tone? I just want to save you all! Make up for the crimes you have committed before!!"
The roar was filled with infinite mana and immediately drowned out the noisy noise, causing many monks' ears to ring and their minds to tremble.
Everyone was stunned, looking at this terrifying old monk with a ferocious face, as if he wanted to choose people to devour, and for a moment they felt extremely strange.
Throwing poop balls?
How is this going?
The onlookers who were originally kept in the dark, no matter how stupid they were, knew that things were far from that simple!
But the problem is, they are just melon-eaters, and now they are enveloped in this big bowl. They are trying to silence them all!
Many strong men had ugly expressions, and they tentatively attacked the big bowl, beating it loudly, but it had no effect.
Master Ran Deng realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly regained his composure as if he had changed his face. He said without sadness or joy, "Don't waste your efforts. No one can leave without my permission."
"Senior, I am the prince of the Dayan Dynasty. Have you thought about the consequences of doing this!" A young man in brocade clothes took out a unique royal jade pendant and shouted angrily.
"I am the core elder of the Qiankun Sect. If something happens here, the sect will definitely investigate to the end!" Another old man with an immortal spirit said with a majestic expression on his face, holding a whisk in his hand.
"Hmph, even if we are not as advanced as you, but if you insist on giving up the evil of killing, the forces behind us will never give up, and Xuankong Temple will definitely pay a heavy price!" A powerful man in the Mahayana realm stood up. Come out and glare.
"That's right!"
Everyone was filled with indignation and tried to force Master Ran Deng to give up his idea.
The elders of the Xuankong Temple were also frightened. They felt that the white-browed old monk's idea was too crazy and would bring trouble to the Xuankong Temple.
"Master Ran Deng, how about..." A fellow disciple gritted his teeth and tried to dissuade him.
As a result, Master Ran Deng raised his hand, and a golden hand quickly appeared from the void,
The man was firmly grasped, and the bones all over his body crackled, and a terrifying squeezing sensation came, causing his face to turn the color of pig liver, and he shouted in horror: "Randeng, are you crazy?!
"I remember that you were also involved at that time." Master Ran Deng said expressionlessly.
The man secretly complained and begged for mercy: "Randeng, you and I are from the same sect, why should we kill each other? What's more, I was also forced!"
Bang!
The next second, this Buddhist Zen cultivator in the Fusion Realm was instantly caught and exploded into blood mist, and his soul was destroyed.
"Hiss!!!" Everyone gasped fiercely, and their hearts were frozen. This old bald ass was ruthless and killed the entire family. So would they still have a way to survive?
"Amitabha~"
Master Ran Deng showed compassion and regret, but a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.
The white-haired old man's scalp was numb. He originally planned to do one last act, wash his hands in the golden basin, take the recently snatched resources, concentrate on practicing in seclusion, and never come out for hundreds of years.
Who knew things would evolve to this point? !
He turned to look at the other people, only to see that these people were already frightened and were looking at him for help.
The white-haired old man sighed secretly, after all, he still has to rely on me.
Then, he quickly adjusted his condition, his face was as gloomy as rain, and he said in a bad tone: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to get rid of me too?"
Immediately.
Everyone's minds became active.
This white-haired old devil is known as the God of Killing. He is backed by the Xuantian Sect, which is suspected to be an ancient immortal sect, and even the Yuhua Sect does not pay attention to it. If Master Ran Deng insists on having his own way, these two people will definitely fight. They have a chance of survival.
While their thoughts were ups and downs, many monks changed their original positions and placed their hopes on this white-haired old man.
Even the victims who have been robbed have to regard him as their savior!
Master Ran Deng smiled and said, "Donor Ye, how could this happen? I respect you very much as a person, but I also have something to ask for. I hope Donor Ye can think about it carefully."
The white-haired old man grasped the key point and asked tentatively: "What's the matter?"
"Almsgiver Ye is looking for wealth, and I am looking for life. I hope you can take care of this matter afterwards. I am very grateful!" Master Ran Deng said in a meaningful tone.
The white-haired old man was stunned.
What an old bald ass, with his abacus banging, he wants me, oh no, he wants Ye Junlin to take the blame!
Everyone looked ugly, secretly thinking it was a good plan!
If this matter spreads, Xuankong Temple can stay out of it, and according to the temperament of the white-haired old devil, maybe he really doesn't care about this reputation. After all, his hands have been stained with blood before, and killing them is just a drop of money. .
Master Ran Deng said nothing, quietly waiting for the white-haired old man's reply.
From what I just learned, this person is extremely greedy for money. At worst, he will be given more benefits afterwards. As long as he is willing to bear the crime, then he and the Xuankong Temple will not be affected.
At this moment, the white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his hands, raised his head and laughed loudly.
Master Ran Deng's heart sank slightly, thinking that the negotiation had failed. Just when he was about to open his mouth to add more chips, the other party's words were beyond his expectations.
"Fellow Taoist, just go ahead and do it. I, Ye Junlin, am willing to take full responsibility for the aftermath!!"
"Damn it, the aura of the Tribulation Realm, this is a virtual immortal!"
"Why are you panicking? I heard that Ye Junlin once killed a virtual immortal from the Yuhua Sect, and he has a reputation for being vicious. As long as I stabilize my aura, I can scare this old bald donkey!"
Several people were communicating secretly.
As the core figure of this group, the white-haired old man suppressed the panic in his heart, sneered a few times, and said proudly: "Disciple, you have nothing to do here, leave!"
"Yes, Master!"
The man in the bamboo hat felt like he was being pardoned, and hid behind him in fear.
"Fellow Taoist, do you know who I am? There are really not many people in the entire Eastern Region who can stop me from what I want to do!"
The white-haired old man's eyes were as cold as winter, and his tone was full of warning.
Master Ran Deng raised his eyebrows.
In his eyes, the other three people were of low level, but the cultivation level of this white-haired old man could not be seen clearly, as if it was covered with a layer of mystery. Moreover, looking at this posture, could it be that he really had a great background?
"Master, he is the God of Killing Ye Junlin! He destroyed the Yuhua Sect's million-strong army before. In that battle, our Xuankong Temple also lost many elders and disciples!" A fellow disciple said nervously.
"Ok?"
Master Ran Deng's eyes flashed with sparkle. He had heard about this when he came out of seclusion a while ago.
I didn't expect to meet this person at this time!
It is said that even the newly promoted Ju Yangxu Immortal of the Yuhua Sect was killed by the opponent with his bare hands at the Xue family banquet!
His cultivation is unfathomable and his strength is extremely powerful!
The white-haired old man's heart skipped a beat.
This old bald donkey is actually an eminent monk of Xuankong Temple. You must know that Xuankong Temple also suffered losses at the hands of Ye Junlin in the original Battle of Huangzhou!
Shouldn't these enemies start a fight when they meet?
What a sin, this is really going to hit the wall!
It’s still a barbed iron plate!
Unexpectedly, Master Ran Deng actually showed a smile, and the terrifying aura released from his body gradually subsided, and his attitude became much kinder, "Amitabha, it turns out you are the donor, I have heard about you for a long time."
The white-haired old man was stunned, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic.
It seems that Ye Junlin's name is still useful, even the eminent monk of Xuankong Temple has to give him face!
The monks present looked at each other, and one could see deep shock in each other's eyes.
Is Ye Junlin already so powerful?
Even Master Ran Deng must treat him with courtesy, showing signs of trying to please him!
This is obviously an enemy!
"Master, is this old bald donkey really trying to sell your face?" Li Wujie said secretly. He was also surprised by the change in Master Ran Deng's attitude.
Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of some possibility, and sneered: "Don't be fooled, this old bald donkey is holding back a lot of bad things, take a good look."
If the guess is correct, this person wants to use these fakes to achieve his own shady purpose.
"Ahem, this fellow Taoist, are you also from the Medicine King Valley?" When the white-haired old man saw Master Ran Deng lowering his body, the fear in his heart was much reduced, and he looked even more calm and relaxed.
"Exactly, it is really a good place full of truth, goodness and beauty in the world." Master Ran Deng sighed with a smile.
When he said this, the anger in his chest was boiling!
Hearing this, the white-haired old man secretly rejoiced. Being able to receive such a high evaluation from this eminent monk meant that the Medicine King Valley was indeed a supreme treasure.
Then this group of people who came out must have a lot of precious medicines in their hands, probably even the King of Medicines!
Thoughts turn.
The white-haired old man made up his mind, and his tone showed a strong tone, "In this case, we are destined to meet each other. I would like to ask fellow Taoists not to interfere in the next thing, otherwise... hum!"
As he said that, he suddenly threw down his sleeves and robe, his posture was very domineering.
The other companions remained silent, secretly saying that this guy was really a very talented person and very brave, and he would dare to attack the masters of the Tribulation Realm.
see.
Instead of being angry, Master Ran Deng smiled and said, "I completely understand what Donor Ye means, but this is not comprehensive, so let me help you."
Swish!
He made a seal with one hand, and a large copper-colored bowl instantly formed above his head, and then expanded rapidly at an incredible speed, as if it wanted to cover the whole world.
Soon, this big bowl was completely natural and had no flaws. It seemed to be a cage that covered all the monks, and not even a fly could fly out!
The surface of the big bowl is also densely covered with pale golden Sanskrit characters, and the sound of chanting from the temple can be faintly heard, which is full of peaceful and sacred atmosphere.
Everyone was in it, and their expressions were full of surprise and uncertainty.
There was a vague foreboding feeling in their hearts!
"Fellow Taoist, what are you..." The white-haired old man's expression froze, and he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart. The other party's sudden move was completely beyond his expectation.
What is this for? !
At this time, under countless shocked eyes, Master Ran Deng showed compassion and sighed: "It's so good, so good. We are destined to meet each other. I have decided to save all the donors and let you go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss as soon as possible."
"Amitabha~"
The white-browed monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name calmly.
These words made everyone present shudder.
Among them, a monk realized something and raised his finger tremblingly, "I understand, you bald donkey clearly wants to take revenge on us!"
The other people who came out of Yaowang Valley were angry and anxious. Knowing that Master Ran Deng wanted to settle accounts, they immediately shouted emotionally:
"We are also forced to have no choice! Why should we be blamed?"
"Isn't it just that you were thrown a dung ball? You, an eminent monk, are so narrow-minded!"
"Master! Let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone!"
"Don't monks be compassionate? You are discrediting the Xuankong Temple!"
Sounds of scolding, begging for mercy, and angry shouts filled the air from all directions in an instant.
Master Ran Deng broke through his defense, and the veins on his forehead protruded, and he roared angrily: "Shut up! You bunch of villains! I am a great master of the Tribulation Realm, but you guys unite to throw shit balls?"
"How can I possibly swallow this tone? I just want to save you all! Make up for the crimes you have committed before!!"
The roar was filled with infinite mana and immediately drowned out the noisy noise, causing many monks' ears to ring and their minds to tremble.
Everyone was stunned, looking at this terrifying old monk with a ferocious face, as if he wanted to choose people to devour, and for a moment they felt extremely strange.
Throwing poop balls?
How is this going?
The onlookers who were originally kept in the dark, no matter how stupid they were, knew that things were far from that simple!
But the problem is, they are just melon-eaters, and now they are enveloped in this big bowl. They are trying to silence them all!
Many strong men had ugly expressions, and they tentatively attacked the big bowl, beating it loudly, but it had no effect.
Master Ran Deng realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly regained his composure as if he had changed his face. He said without sadness or joy, "Don't waste your efforts. No one can leave without my permission."
"Senior, I am the prince of the Dayan Dynasty. Have you thought about the consequences of doing this!" A young man in brocade clothes took out a unique royal jade pendant and shouted angrily.
"I am the core elder of the Qiankun Sect. If something happens here, the sect will definitely investigate to the end!" Another old man with an immortal spirit said with a majestic expression on his face, holding a whisk in his hand.
"Hmph, even if we are not as advanced as you, but if you insist on giving up the evil of killing, the forces behind us will never give up, and Xuankong Temple will definitely pay a heavy price!" A powerful man in the Mahayana realm stood up. Come out and glare.
"That's right!"
Everyone was filled with indignation and tried to force Master Ran Deng to give up his idea.
The elders of the Xuankong Temple were also frightened. They felt that the white-browed old monk's idea was too crazy and would bring trouble to the Xuankong Temple.
"Master Ran Deng, how about..." A fellow disciple gritted his teeth and tried to dissuade him.
As a result, Master Ran Deng raised his hand, and a golden hand quickly appeared from the void,
The man was firmly grasped, and the bones all over his body crackled, and a terrifying squeezing sensation came, causing his face to turn the color of pig liver, and he shouted in horror: "Randeng, are you crazy?!
"I remember that you were also involved at that time." Master Ran Deng said expressionlessly.
The man secretly complained and begged for mercy: "Randeng, you and I are from the same sect, why should we kill each other? What's more, I was also forced!"
Bang!
The next second, this Buddhist Zen cultivator in the Fusion Realm was instantly caught and exploded into blood mist, and his soul was destroyed.
"Hiss!!!" Everyone gasped fiercely, and their hearts were frozen. This old bald ass was ruthless and killed the entire family. So would they still have a way to survive?
"Amitabha~"
Master Ran Deng showed compassion and regret, but a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.
The white-haired old man's scalp was numb. He originally planned to do one last act, wash his hands in the golden basin, take the recently snatched resources, concentrate on practicing in seclusion, and never come out for hundreds of years.
Who knew things would evolve to this point? !
He turned to look at the other people, only to see that these people were already frightened and were looking at him for help.
The white-haired old man sighed secretly, after all, he still has to rely on me.
Then, he quickly adjusted his condition, his face was as gloomy as rain, and he said in a bad tone: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to get rid of me too?"
Immediately.
Everyone's minds became active.
This white-haired old devil is known as the God of Killing. He is backed by the Xuantian Sect, which is suspected to be an ancient immortal sect, and even the Yuhua Sect does not pay attention to it. If Master Ran Deng insists on having his own way, these two people will definitely fight. They have a chance of survival.
While their thoughts were ups and downs, many monks changed their original positions and placed their hopes on this white-haired old man.
Even the victims who have been robbed have to regard him as their savior!
Master Ran Deng smiled and said, "Donor Ye, how could this happen? I respect you very much as a person, but I also have something to ask for. I hope Donor Ye can think about it carefully."
The white-haired old man grasped the key point and asked tentatively: "What's the matter?"
"Almsgiver Ye is looking for wealth, and I am looking for life. I hope you can take care of this matter afterwards. I am very grateful!" Master Ran Deng said in a meaningful tone.
The white-haired old man was stunned.
What an old bald ass, with his abacus banging, he wants me, oh no, he wants Ye Junlin to take the blame!
Everyone looked ugly, secretly thinking it was a good plan!
If this matter spreads, Xuankong Temple can stay out of it, and according to the temperament of the white-haired old devil, maybe he really doesn't care about this reputation. After all, his hands have been stained with blood before, and killing them is just a drop of money. .
Master Ran Deng said nothing, quietly waiting for the white-haired old man's reply.
From what I just learned, this person is extremely greedy for money. At worst, he will be given more benefits afterwards. As long as he is willing to bear the crime, then he and the Xuankong Temple will not be affected.
At this moment, the white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his hands, raised his head and laughed loudly.
Master Ran Deng's heart sank slightly, thinking that the negotiation had failed. Just when he was about to open his mouth to add more chips, the other party's words were beyond his expectations.
"Fellow Taoist, just go ahead and do it. I, Ye Junlin, am willing to take full responsibility for the aftermath!!"
