"Bet? That's good too!"
"What if This Penniless Monk wins?"
Maitreya looked at Chu Yun. On the surface, he was just an ordinary person, but it seemed that his magic power was much higher than his.
If they really fought, it would be difficult to win.
Defeating him with a bet was one way.
"If you want to win, everything is up to you.”
Chu Yun changed the topic.
"What if we lose?"
Sun Wukong, who was standing at the side, raised his voice to his throat.
Previously, Guan Yin Bodhisattva had lost and was forced by Chu Yun to see Heavenly Lord Yuanshi. He had even kowtowed three times and shouted that his disciple was wrong.
He had lost a lot of face for the Buddhist Sect.
"Benefactor, feel free to speak. This Penniless Monk is not afraid of meeting the Ancestral Master!”
Maitreya Buddha was the disciple of Shakyamuni Buddha, so he was naturally not afraid of meeting the founder.
Regarding this matter, Maitreya was still somewhat confident.
"Alright then! If they lost, Maitreya Buddha would be the spokesperson for the hair growth!”
Eh!
Sun Wukong was shocked.
You let the Buddhist Sect be the spokesperson for the hair growth technique.
Can't you see that every one of them is extremely smart?
Hmm?
Maitreya's eyelids twitched.
"Different from Guan Yin Bodhisattva's bet?”
Chu Yun waved his hand.
"How boring would it be if the bet is the same every time!”
"Besides, it's not like I don't know that your teacher is on the Spirit Mountain.”
"Maitreya, tell me if you want to bet or not! If you don't want to bet, get lost!"
Chu Yun was not in the mood to waste time with the other party.
At this moment, his heart was already mesmerized by that beautiful figure.
"This Penniless Monk will bet! What do you want to bet on?"
How could the Maitreya Buddha dare to retreat?
If he retreated now, he would be laughed at by the western Buddhas.
"Alright then! Let's bet on the hair on my head. If you can shave off my hair in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll lose.”
Chu Yun pointed at his hair.
"That's easy. Since you are devoted to Buddha, I can shave your head on behalf of Buddha.”
As he spoke, Maitreya took out a small knife.
This small knife was no ordinary blade.
The Great Sun Commandment Blade was a legendary divine weapon. No matter if it was an immortal, a demon, or a devil, it could injure the Primordial Spirit or Golden Core. Even if they did not die, they would be severely injured.
"Then this little monk will be bold enough to shave your head!”
Maitreya held his Buddhist Commandment Blade and moved closer to Chu Yun.
"Thank you. Come on."
Maitreya wanted to slash Chu Yun's throat.
However, the other party's identity was mysterious and his cultivation technique was profound.
After thinking about it, he gave up on this idea.
He aimed the knife at Chu Yun's hair and slashed down.
Sparks flew in all directions.
Eh?
How could her hair be so hard?
It was already comparable to a Connate cardinal treasure.
Let This Penniless Monk use his great magic power to try again.
Maitreya chanted Amitabha and then mobilized all the magic power in his body.
Crash!
Sparks flew in all directions.
Chu Yun's hair was still intact.
"Buddha, let me try."
Wukong pulled out a strand of monkey fur and turned it into a wooden saw.
"Buddha, give me a hand."
A strange scene appeared.
Sun Wukong and Maitreya each grabbed one end of the wooden saw.
He was cutting Chu Yun's hair.
The two of them used a lot of strength, and sparks flew every time.
Time passed quickly.
Not a single strand of Chu Yun's hair had broken, but Sun Wukong and Maitreya were panting from exhaustion.
"The two of you still need to work hard! Time is running out."
Chu Yun lit an incense stick right from the start.
At this moment, less than 1/10 of the incense stick was left.
"Amitabha! Wait for this poor monk to shave your head with Buddhism.”
Maitreya was really anxious.
He was a future Buddha, but he couldn't even shave someone's head.
A golden light appeared above Chu Yun's head.
Maitreya planned to use Buddhism to shave Chu Yun's hair.
A golden light appeared.
A drop of sweat rolled down the Maitreya Buddha's cheek.
He knew that Chu Yun had not shaved off a single strand of his hair.
As the last trace of ashes was extinguished.
The time for an incense stick to burn was up.
"Buddha of the East, it seems like it's not time for you to be born yet!”
Chu Yun stood up and shattered the golden light on his body with a wave of his hand.
"Amitabha. Patron, look at the magic treasure.”
Seeing that he could not win against Chu Yun, Maitreya could only use force.
He directly sacrificed his Human Sack to the sky.
An endless suction force appeared.
Even Sun Wukong, who was standing beside Maitreya, felt a little unsteady.
This Maitreya Buddha's magic treasure was really amazing.
The Maitreya Buddha was also smiling as he watched Chu Yun gradually being sucked into the Human Sack.
But in the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Chu Yunyi grabbed the Human Sack in his hand.
It was merely a Connate Numinous treasure.
If he wanted to harm Chu Yun, he would need to have at least a Connate Cardinal treasure.
Of course, one needed to have great magic power to do so.
"Little fatty, don't tell me you want to renege on the bet?”
"Give me back the Human Race Bag!"
The Maitreya Buddha stopped laughing and struck out with his palm.
All of this was seen by Gautama Buddha's Round Light Technique.
"Buddha! The Maitreya Buddha couldn't defeat the Demonic Priest.”
Manjushri said.
"Everyone, who can descend to the lower realm to subdue this Demonic Dao?”
Since Maitreya Buddha had lost, he could only send someone else to lower his realm.
Gautama Buddha looked at Guan Yin Bodhisattva, who had been resting with her eyes closed. It seemed that the bet from before had messed up her mind.
Gautama Buddha put himself in his shoes and thought about it.
Perhaps he didn't have that kind of willpower.
"Buddha! That Demonic Priest cultivated the orthodox sect of Xuanmen, could you send someone to the celestial heavens to inquire?”
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