This journey to the west is terrible

Lin Fang shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm used to wandering around, so I don't intend to stay here any longer."

"That's really a pity. As a fellow Taoist, it's impossible to enter the Dharma Eye of the Daoist. It's unknown when the time comes to rise to the top." Immortal Huli said regretfully.

"Brother, don't talk too much, since everyone has their own ambitions, why should we force others to make things difficult for us." Immortal Lu Li couldn't help but said.

"That's all, that's all, it seems that Fellow Daoist has made up his mind, and I won't push too much."

Everyone parted, and when Lin Fang and the others went away, Immortal Lu Li complained: "Brother, what are you thinking, you actually invited this kid to join us, if we really get a reward from the Daoist, we will still get him a share."

Immortal Hu Li sighed slightly when he heard the words, turned his head to look at his two brothers, and then said slowly: "It is so difficult to gain the respect of Dao Zun, and you should also know how powerful Buddhism is. If we had a master like him to help us, the chances of success would be much greater."

However, it was clear that Immortal Lu Li did not agree.

While the people who left the National Teacher's Mansion were walking on the side of the road, the little fox asked Lin Fang with some doubts: "Brother Lin, why didn't you agree? That's the legendary Daoist. If you can really get his favor, you will definitely get it." Soar."

Even a small mountain demon like little fox has heard the rumors of Daoist, so one can imagine that the sect is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Lin Fang, however, sighed slightly and said, "This trip is an out-of-the-box move, and I'm sure they won't succeed."

In the seemingly simple dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, Lin Fang noticed a disharmony in it. There are shadows of heaven everywhere, whether it is the cold dragon or the call for wind and rain. A pawn in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism.

Afterwards, when Buddhism's revenge comes, it can smoothly point the finger at Taoism to provoke a conflict between Buddhism and Taoism.

Buddhism, Taoism, and heaven seem to be intricate and intertwined with each other. These contradictions will dominate the changes in the Three Realms in the future.

Since this day, Lin Fang and the others have spent a rare period of leisure time. After all, Tang Seng and his disciples took one step at a time, and they were too far behind Lin Fang and the others. It takes only one day to reach the territory of Chechi country.

And Lin Fang took this opportunity to sort out his gains. After all, he seldom stopped to rest along the way. Journey to the West is like a giant net that falls from the sky. He needs to avoid it carefully so as not to be the victim pond fish.

During this period of time, Gu Zhongtong was in pain and joy. Bai Yuan is definitely a strict master, but not a qualified one.

There is always only one way he teaches his apprentices, and that is to fight, evenly matched.

Every day, Bai Yuan would let Lin Fang suppress his own strength to be equal to Gu Zhongtong's, and then start a swordsmanship competition. As you can imagine, Gu Zhongtong would be beaten up every time. Fortunately, Lin Fang has realized some healing Spells can heal injuries, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain such a high-intensity training with Gu Zhongtong's physical fitness.

But Lin Fang continued to practice, but took a period of time to sacrifice the samadhi real fire to refine the glazed pagoda.

The power of this treasure is gradually revealed, and it will definitely become a magic weapon for him to defeat the enemy in the future, so he does not want to have the slightest delay, and sacrifices it every day.

And with the deepening of his sacrificial training, some flame patterns have appeared on the tower body, making the whole magic weapon look more mysterious.

Lin Fang let out a sigh of relief, he could feel that with the appearance of flame patterns, there seemed to be a huge fireball in the space at the bottom of this pagoda, like the sun.

In the future, he will collect the enemy into the tower, instead of slowly trapping them to death, he can choose to burn them with flames, and this flame is a combination of the real fire of Samadhi and the real fire of the sun. come stronger.

And in Chechi Kingdom outside the courtyard wall, a mighty movement to exterminate Buddhism began. Countless temples hidden in the mountains and forests were uprooted, many monks were forced to return to vulgarity, and tall Buddha statues were pushed away. To the ground, this is a catastrophe for Buddhism.

"Amitabha!" In a forest, an old monk was spitting out blood. Behind him were several young monks, all of whom now had terrified expressions on their faces.

Before them, there were two weird men in green robes, holding a wooden staff with a poisonous snake climbing on it, spitting out their own snake bites, and looking at them with cold eyes.

"The old monk's strength is not bad, but he actually injured our brother." The two strange people laughed strangely, like night owls in the middle of the night.

"Amitabha, our Fayan Temple has nothing to do with the world, and we study Buddhism all day long. Why did the benefactor do such a cruel act? Are you not afraid that the Buddha will blame him?" The old monk calmed down the churning breath in his chest, and said with a breath.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame your Buddhist sect for offending the national teacher. If you offend the national teacher in Chechi country, you will naturally not have a place to stand. As for the Buddha, we believe in Sanqing Daoist, not the Laoshizi Buddha you say."

Hearing this, the old monk had a look of grief on his face, and said with a sigh, "Isn't it just the fight for rain back then, why should the national teacher be so concerned about my Buddhist sect being put to death."

"Haha, how do we know about the important person? Don't blame our brothers for being cruel, but blame yourself for being a monk!"

"Brother, what are you talking about, kill them, and let's go back after searching for the treasure. I didn't expect this temple to be so rich, and those Buddha statues are actually inlaid with gold. Hurry up and copy a few more temples. It's gone." The people beside him hurriedly urged.

So the two pointed at the snake sticks in their hands, and countless poisonous snakes rushed out of the forest towards a group of monks.

At this moment, the old monk was unable to fight anymore, and these young monks were still young, and they were already scared out of their wits just seeing these terrible poisonous snakes, so how could they fight back.

The old monk had a look of despair on his face. He sat cross-legged and led a group of young monks to recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. The sound of chanting resounded in the forest. Even the youngest monk, who was the least courageous, settled down and began to recite Buddhist scriptures seriously.

"These monks have something, what a pity!" the green-robed man said with emotion.

At this moment, there was a loud shout in the air: "Nie Yi, who has such a small skill, dares to use an ax and insult my Buddhism."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a monk in cassock descending from the sky.