Chapter 1276: Question of the dust
"Amitabha!"
"Benefactor, today is the Di Hong clan holding the Demon Slaying Conference. As guests, we should not overwhelm our guests."
"Wen Dou, it is you and me, each asking each other three questions."
"Astronomy, geography, numeracy, policy theory...you can choose to limit a stick of incense."
"Two wins in three games, the loser unconditionally does one thing for the other side!"
"Donor, the little monk suggested, what do you think?"
Putting the palms together in the dust is full of peace and nature, and the words are full of politeness, but only Chen knows that in the ten days and ten nights of fighting, there will be victory or defeat in the future.
He came to see Yao Yao, and didn't have so much time to waste.
Wendou!
Dare to ask how many people in this world are more knowledgeable than him.
"Bald donkey, this seat depends on you."
"This seat lets you write the question first!"
Guhuang is so calm and calm, he has a system, the goddess, the goddess of chaos, he is equivalent to carrying a cheat device with him, can he still be afraid of a small demon monk?
Although this demon monk is a great sage, the age of the Qiankun Empire is a holy monk protecting the country.
Living long enough, the insights are naturally far-reaching.
The bald donkey digs a hole for him, so why didn't he dig a hole for him?
This round is very risky, but also more rewarding.
"Donor, the little monk suggested, it's up to you to ask the question first."
"The little monk is a monk. Today's fight is an offense!"
"Donor, please!"
Liechen's words are calm and full of courtesy, which fully demonstrates the behavior of Buddhism. Gein also wants to find out the details of the other party, although it was just a match.
He has a true holy personality, and his inheritance comes from Wuzu!
Wuzu is not afraid to come!
But there is no need to offend.
"Bald donkey, what are you anxious about? There is no contract, and no justice. If you go back, wouldn't this be a big loss?"
"Not only must there be a contract, but also a fair person."
"On despicable cunning, who can compare to your group of bald donkeys."
Gu Huang flicked his sleeves, it was completely a posture of unstoppable failure to achieve the goal, and the dust demon monk's body had not said for the time being, the incarnation possessed the true holy personality, and if it turned his face, he might not be able to suppress it.
It looks like a simple fight, but it's not simple.
There are some secrets and truths, if you don't hear it, you will die.
The demon monk lived long enough, in case of a secret trick...
There is a contract, there is a notary, so that the demon monks are not afraid of going back.
"Presumptuous! How dare you question Master Chen, don't you know that Master Chen has a good reputation?"
"The madman there, you can also question the holy monk of Kyushu."
"The master's literary fight with you has already given you enough face, so you dare to question it."
The voices resounded from all directions, and there were many strong men of all races, one by one, they were full of anger towards Wang Lu. If it were not for the combat power he had shown before, he would dare to question Chen. Someone had already taught him how to be a human being. .
The dust and the dead wood, the two great Buddhist sages!
There should not be any doubts.
"Amitabha!"
"You donors, don't be restless, don't worry, the donor Wang Lun said very well, it is indeed a little monk who has not considered it well."
"It is a gambling contract, but how can there be no contract and no fair person?"
"I don't know the donor, willing to be the notary."
The horn of the Buddha rang through the dust, calming everyone's anger, his attitude and words were extremely humble, his eyes full of kindness peeked around.
That's right, this is a Wuzu disciple, how can it be treated generally.
Sin! Sin! The little monk just came to see the demon, and he was about to succeed.
It is inevitable to be a little bloated!
My Buddha is compassionate, and the young monk must learn from it and must not expand.
"Bald donkey, the notary has to be selected by this seat, otherwise you will see the truth under your hand!"
"The silver-haired girl over there, don't look at it, it's you, the silver-haired girl."
"You become a notary for this seat!"
Guhuang's palm folding fan closed, pointing to the rain in the crowd, and immediately beckoning her to come forward. If others can't believe it, he can naturally trust the rain.
She has fought the dead river together with herself, so she can be regarded as a friendly army.
Friendly forces are still worthy of trust.
"what!"
"I... I... can't do it!"
Yu stood in the crowd very quietly, originally prepared to watch the excitement, but she never expected to be named, and asked her to be a notary, and instantly felt the pressure.
"I, what am I, come over to this seat, dare to say something more!"
"Believe it or not, I sold you!"
Guhuang's words are fierce, full of arrogance and domineering. Seeing Yu Wei's promise, he wants to tie it up and sell it. After all, he has done it once.
Without it, only hands are familiar!
"what!"
"You...you...don't...I promised!"
Yu Wenyan's heart trembled, and she remembered a figure in the memory of recovery who could not see his face clearly and could not remember its origin, but only remembered the three words human trafficker.
Guhuang’s words “sell”, and Yu was awakened instantly. Those memories were not illusory, but real.
Is he the trafficker!
"It would be nice to have promised earlier, it's really unchanged at all for such a solemn promise!"
"Bald donkey, this is a soul contract, so I signed it quickly."
"Remember! Don't play tricks on this seat, use your life mark to sign."
"If you dare to play yin with this seat, this seat will take your bald head as a drinking vessel."
The folding fan of Guhuang's palm was unfolded, his broad sleeves swayed, mixed with the strong wind, and the old shameless character imitated the dripping water, even if the old shameless Wang Lan came, he would not see the slightest clue.
"Amitabha!"
"Wang Lun donor, the little monk sign here!"
"But the little monk has a request. The benefactor can call the little monk a master, and then call a monk, but it is better than a bald donkey, ah!"
"Wang Lun donor, what do you think?"
Liao Chen signed the contract with the origin of the imprint of life, and turned his face full of courtesy, but even if he was well-maintained, he was a bald donkey by Guhuang, and he couldn't help but be a little angry.
"Okay, bald donkey!"
"I see!"
"Come on! Bald donkey, I don't take advantage of you!"
"Let you ask the question first!"
Guhuang closed the folding fan, raised a jar of wine, and slapped Kaifeng mud on the spot. He took a big mouthful and looked at the dust provocatively.
"Amitabha!"
"Fine, nothing, Wang Lun's benefactor insisted on giving way, but the little monk was disrespectful."
"Don’t hesitate, the three emperors rule the world, the five emperors determine the world, the three emperors and the five emperors, and the power covers the world. They are known for their great virtues and are admired by the world. However, there is still a clan named Jiuli, both of which belong to the human race. His ancestor, Chi You, was defeated in the battle."
"In the future generations, everyone treats the Jiuli tribe like a violent beast, and can't wait for everyone to get it."
"Dare to ask the donor, if the Jiuli is considered to be a human race, Chiyou the Great, is it qualified to stand side by side with the Three Emperors and Five Emperors? What is the reason?"
Liechen still made a sound of Buddha's name. At this time, he slowly raised his head, and the depths of his eyes were filled with calmness, but only Chen knew that there was no solution to this problem.
The answer is that I offended the Nine Clans of Zhuxia.
The answer is no, offended the Jiuli!
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