Half a month later.
Yang Hao had tested the passage of time in the Great Tang, the Condor Shooting, and the Heavenly Dragon.
One day in the Great Tang, a little more than ten days in Condor Shooting.
One day in the Great Tang was slightly more than thirty days in the Heavenly Dragons. According to Xiao Ling's speculation, this was the world of the Heavenly Dragons 'Eight Tribes, which was quite far from the Great Tang, so the difference in time between the two sides was even greater.
If the distance between the Great Tang and the Condor Shooting Star was the distance between Earth and the Moon, then the distance between the Great Tang and the Heavenly Dragon World was the distance between Earth and Venus. Thus, it was normal for there to be such a large difference in time.
As for the time between Condor Shooting and Heavenly Dragon, it was one day for Condor Shooting and a little more than seven days for Heavenly Dragon. This meant that the distance between Condor Shooting and Heavenly Dragon was very close.
With the Great Tang as the main world, the current calculation of time was: one day for the Great Tang, ten days for the Condor Shooting, and thirty days for the Heavenly Dragon.
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Today.
Yang Hao brought the cute and lovable Mu Wanqing out of the secluded valley. Behind him was the expressionless Qin Hongmian. However, the way she occasionally looked at Yang Hao was filled with a complicated expression. It was resentment, obsession, resentment, and frustration.
She didn't know how long the three of them were going to maintain this abnormal relationship, or when that devilish man would get tired of playing with her and ask her to leave this figure that made her feel ashamed and furious.
Otherwise, when she thought about their dirty relationship, she would be terrified and unable to face anyone.
Especially when she had to face him all day…
Whether it was day or night, it was a torture.
However, at this moment, Qin Hongmian's brows furrowed slightly at the thought of leaving Yang Hao. She felt a faint sense of melancholy in her heart. At this moment, Duan Zhengchun's figure had already dimmed in her heart.
It had to be said that clapping often was indeed a good way to conquer a woman. No matter if she was a lustful woman or a chaste woman, after she had your mark on her, as long as she did not immediately seek death, she would eventually accept her fate in the future.
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South of the colorful clouds.
It was a small country on the southwest border called Dali.
Dali was a very interesting country. Many of the kings here would abdicate and become monks when they were in their prime. They would abandon thousands of miles of land, supreme power, 3,000 beauties, and their families to finally comprehend the Buddhist Dharma.
He really didn't know how those cold Buddhist books attracted these emperors who were awake and in control of the world.
In any case, Yang Hao definitely couldn't understand the Duan Family's people. There was a golden house in Buddhism, and there was a beautiful state of mind in Buddhism.
On this day, Yang Hao brought two great beauties, one big and one small, one mature and one young, to the capital of Dali and headed straight for Heavenly Dragon Temple.
At this moment, in the main hall of Heavenly Dragon Temple.
It looked solemn and was filled with solemnity. Inside it was the Buddha Shakyamuni. At this moment, under the Buddha statue, there were nameless monks wearing kasayas. Their appearances were solemn and their auras were continuous. They were very grand.
However, monks had their own ranks and seniority. In the middle of these monks was an old monk.
Speaking of which, this old monk was one of the most accomplished disciples of the Withered generation in Heavenly Dragon Temple. He was the oldest of them all, and his Dharma name was Withered Glory. In front of the old monk were five monks sitting in two rows. They were Benshen, Benguan, Benxiang, Benyin, and the former emperor of Dali Kingdom, Duan Zhengming, who had just shaved his head and become a monk.
However, at this moment, other than the eminent monks of the Heavenly Dragon Temple, there was an uninvited guest in the hall. He was Jiu Mozhi, an eminent monk of the Bigwheel Temple of the Great Snow Mountain in the Western Regions.
Jiu Mozhi was tall and thin, but his earlobes were thick and big. At a glance, he looked similar to the Buddha on the Buddha statue. He had the demeanor of a Buddhist monk.
After all, he had bumped into the boss of the Buddhist Sect. How lucky was this?
However, this eminent monk from the Western Regions today was not here to discuss the mysteries of Buddhism with the monks of the Heavenly Dragon Temple and tell the story of Buddha Tathagata. Instead, he had an ulterior motive.
"Masters of Heavenly Dragon Temple, I have received guidance from the previous head of Gusu's Murong Clan, Mr. Murong Bo, for many years now. I didn't expect that my old friend had passed away, but that old man had mentioned many times that it was a lifelong regret that he hadn't seen the Dali Duan Clan's Six Pulses Divine Sword. I really want to see if his Joined Finger or the Six Pulses Divine Sword was stronger.”
"So, in order to repay the old Mr. Murong's guidance, I came to your temple today to exchange the seventy-two ultimate skills of Shaolin for the sword manual of the Six Pulses Divine Sword. I hope that all the masters can help me.”At the end of his speech, Jiu Mozhi's voice was like the voice of Buddha, like thunder from the nine heavens, rolling and reverberating in all directions. This was his display of power, both hard and soft.
Everyone from the Heavenly Dragon Temple's expression changed when they heard this. Their faces were solemn, and their eyes constricted.
"Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Skills?" Master Ku Rong, who had been silent all this while, was also surprised. He looked at Jiu Mozhi and said,""Since Ming Wang has already mastered Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate skills, his martial arts must have reached the peak. No one in the world can match him. Why would he make things difficult for us and force us to take the Six Pulses Divine Sword?”
Master Ku Rong didn't believe a single word of Jiu Mozhi's words about how he would repay the favor of the previous head of the Murong family. Therefore, he didn't bother to argue with him and directly rejected him.
"In this old monk's opinion, it is already presumptuous of you to force it, so please return.”Then Master Ku Rong coldly asked him to leave.
After all, monks were also humans. They didn't like bad guests. If it was a good guest, they would naturally open the door. However, for this person in front of them, it was better to leave quickly.
Jiu Mozhi's purpose for coming here was very clear. He wanted to obtain the Six Pulses Divine Sword, and Master Ku Rong would definitely not let him succeed. After all, this was the ultimate technique of the Duan Clan. How could they simply hand it over to someone else?
Therefore, it was better to directly pierce through this layer of window paper. Everyone put the matter on the surface and broke the other party's lie.
"It seems that Master Ku Rong has rejected my good intentions.”
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