"Is this mad monk a human?"
The elderly God of Swords rubbed his eyes hard. He couldn't believe that Longhu Mountain's thousand-year heritage and five-hundred-year fate would be scared away by a single sentence from this crazy monk.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng also fell silent.
The name of the Thirteen Armies of Spring and Autumn had long been known in the pugilistic world, but in the end, it could only be attributed to Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.
Seeing the fortune of Mount Longhu spread to the martial world, Xuanyuan Jingcheng knew that another great era was about to come. His appearance was the same as the Confucian Saint of the three Sages.
With the fate of Mount Longhu gone, there would probably be no saints. Perhaps the saints of Taoism would be in Wudang?
Could the Dao Ji in front of him be the one who responded to the saint of the Shi family?
In terms of strength alone, perhaps even a saint was not enough to describe Monk Daoji's shocking means. It would be more appropriate to say that he was a 'living true buddha'.
However, what made Xuanyuan Jingcheng speechless was that this Buddha-like existence didn't abide by the precepts and ate all kinds of meat and wine!
He didn't look like a Buddhist at all!
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan, who had just woken up, seemed to have sensed their presence. He turned around and looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng and the elderly God of Swords behind him. He yawned and asked," Patrons, do you have wine?"
At this moment, the boatman saw the wind and rain suddenly stop and the river surface returned to calm.
The boatman's eyes glazed over when he saw the monk still standing on the ferry.
He had just witnessed the monk stop the storm with a single sentence!
"Damn it, did I meet a god?”
The boatman muttered, but he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and his expression gradually became excited.
He rummaged through his sleeves and finally found the half-clay ball that he had despised a quarter of an hour ago!
Then, he carefully took out a cloth bag from his bosom and put the half mud ball into his bosom.
Who would have thought that a boatman like him would one day be able to get his hands on such a heirloom?
……
On Mount Longhu, which was separated from Mount Hui by a river, in front of the Jade Emperor Hall, the two brothers Zhao Xituan and Zhao Xiyi began to curse.
"You…are the scum of Mount Longhu! Our Mount Longhu and the Xu Family are irreconcilable enemies. We can never coexist in this world!”
"What's wrong with me finding a way out for Longhu?”
"I think you've forgotten that your surname is also Zhao!”
The two heavenly masters were arguing fervently. The disciples below, even Zhao Danxia and Zhao Danping, were all juniors. Naturally, they did not dare to point fingers at the two of them.
As the two of them were arguing, they suddenly heard a shout from outside the hall,"Shut up! At a time like this, you still have the mood to argue?”
A child walked in with his hands behind his back. His tone and expression were like that of an old man!
"You are…"
Zhao Xuansu snorted coldly when she saw the puzzled expressions on the faces of her disciples. She said,"What, you don't recognize me anymore?”
When they heard the old voice, the four heavenly masters 'expressions turned solemn."Greetings, Patriarch."
Things were just as Zhao Xuansu had said. Mount Longhu was currently in a precarious situation. The suppression of Li Xiuyuan's fate led by Zhao Xuansu had failed, and the immortals behind Mount Longhu were also inexplicably afraid of Mad Monk. This was something that Zhao Xuansu had never expected.
It was also because of this that Mount Longhu had failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss. The Heavenly Dao backlash that should have fallen on Li Xiuyuan had now fallen on Mount Longhu.
To Mount Longhu, which had already lost 80% of its luck, this was undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
At this moment, not only did Mount Longhu fail to deal with that crazy monk, but it also made the situation on Mount Longhu worse.
Mount Longhu was originally one of the blessed lands. Now that the providence had dissipated, not only did the trees in the mountains begin to wither, but even the cultivation of the disciples of Mount Longhu began to decline.
The current Mount Longhu was no longer suitable as a place to establish a sect!
"Patriarch! Now that I, Longhu, have fallen into such a situation, what should I do?”
Zhao Xiyi asked in fear.
"It's fine. The Imperial Court will send people to clean up the mess. Don't worry!”
At this moment, Zhao Xuansu had already received the news that the Martial Emperor from Wudi City in the East Sea and Yang Binghu from the imperial court were both heading toward Mount Longhu.
"Mad Monk, Xu Fengnian…Since you've come to my Longhu Land, don't leave!”
……
"Crazy monk, you really like drinking.”
The elderly God of Swords muttered, and his good impression of Li Xiuyuan increased.
Those who loved alcohol were mostly straightforward people!
Just as the elderly God of Swords finished speaking, a notification suddenly sounded in Li Xiuyuan's mind.
Ding!
Congratulations to the host for spreading the world's luck and caring for all living beings. Fusion progress increased by 5%!
The current fusion progress was 18%!
The reward for increasing the fusion progress was issued!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining one lucky draw ticket! Do you wish to select?
Hearing this voice, Li Xiuyuan could not help but be slightly stunned.
The backlash of providence that had just surged over was clearly caused by Longhu Mountain. Now that he had shouted it back, he did not expect it to directly increase his fusion progress by 5%!
What made Li Xiuyuan even more interested was that the system reward this time was also different. It was a chance to draw a lottery?
"Draw!"
Li Xiuyuan naturally did not have to be polite with the system's reward. He directly muttered in his heart.
[Host, please choose the type of prize pool: Divine Power Cultivation Technique, Character, Magic Weapon.]
" I choose a divine ability cultivation technique!"
As the saying went, having more skills did not pressure one's body. After all, external forces were auxiliary. Li Xiuyuan did not hesitate to directly choose the prize pool for divine power cultivation techniques.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the "strengthened version" of the magical power-Wind Empress Mystic Gate!
" It's actually…this thing?!"
Li Xiuyuan knew about the Wind Gate. As one of the Eight Wondrous Skills, the Wind Gate was known as " I am the direction, I am the good or bad.”
It was the most profound spell technique, not to mention that it was the strengthened version of the Wind Empress 'Mystic Gate!
However, this Wind Empress Mystic Gate was a secret technique of the Dao Sect. As a member of the Shi Family, was it really suitable for him to use this thing? Would it really not lower his acting level?
However, on second thought, Li Xiuyuan felt relieved.
Ji Gong had also cultivated Buddhism, so it was not too much to fuse the three religions into one. He was a true Buddha, so why did he need to cultivate Buddhism?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan accepted it calmly.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Jingcheng and the elderly God of Swords looked at each other in dismay. This crazy monk's actions couldn't be judged by common sense. He was crazy and had been in a daze for almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Now, he was like a wooden statue!
However, when they thought of Li Xiuyuan's previous sentence," Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for not seeing through me." The two of them could not help but ask themselves, could it be that their realm was not enough to see through Li Xiuyuan's thoughts and actions?
The two of them were hesitating whether to interrupt Li Xiuyuan, but at this moment, Li Xiuyuan took the lead and said,"It's fine if there's no wine. The two of you came to help me today because Daoji owes karma.”
Hearing Li Xiuyuan's words, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was a little flustered. He quickly added,""Why don't…Little Master have some wine!”
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