Become a legend in Hong Kong

"It doesn't matter, Yuan Batian is going to lie down for half a year!"

"No, it's not that simple. I doubt he will recover tonight."

Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly and reminded: "Yuan Batian's actions are very problematic. If I guess correctly, Yuan Batian is not just a villain from the ninth generation. There are people behind him, and they are coming for you."

"You mean those gods in the sky..."

Ji Dian pointed to the sky: "They saw that I had a smooth journey in the world, and they were afraid that the bet would go wrong, so they used underhanded tactics to secretly contact Yuan Batian?"

"maybe!"

"No, there's no reason."

Ji Dian frowned and said: "I have given up the bet and don't care about the outcome. Why do they bother to do this? They can't just sit around and do nothing. They just see me unhappy, so they want to use Yuan Batian's hand to teach me a lesson?"

"I don't know, but I don't rule out this possibility. Let's talk about it. It's just a passerby, not subjective. You really deserve a beating."

Liao Wenjie nodded in affirmation, and then added: "Yuan Batian has been lying in bed for a year. Within a few days of going to the ground, he would be beaten by a mysterious man until he lay back down. It was impossible to practice martial arts because he was injured. Suddenly he became a golden bell. Damn, I said he was beaten continuously for a year and was able to get through the Ren and Du channels, do you think it’s credible?”

"It's impossible for Yuan Batian to be so ugly. It would be about the same for me."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Brother Jie, after hearing what you said, I think it is necessary to find out who is behind Yuan Batian."

Ji Dian frowned and thought hard. Based on his understanding of the group of gods in the sky, there must be someone else behind Yuan Batian.

One day in the sky and one year on the earth, he has already voluntarily admitted defeat and admitted the failure of the gamble. When he returns to the heaven after spending three nine lives, the gods will have grudges and revenge, and there will be plenty of opportunities to step on him, so there is no need to rush.

Besides, even if you are impatient and can't wait, you shouldn't get in trouble through Yuan Batian's hand.

The Ninth Generation of Evil is one of the bets. The three-day bet has not ended yet. Contacting Yuan Batian secretly is tantamount to cheating and giving him an excuse for losing the bet in disguise. The gods are all good at calculation and will not commit such low-level behavior. mistake.

Who could it be?

Ji Dian let out a long sigh and lamented that he had offended too many people. Looking around, he saw that there were all suspects in the sky and on the ground.

…

Liao Mansion.

Liao Wenjie soaked in the pool with liquid nitrogen special effects, put his hands on the edge of the pool, and looked up at the full moon in the night sky.

Ji Dian understood in advance the state of crossing others before crossing himself, put aside all distracting thoughts, and prepared to use it to give birth to nine lives and three nine lives. When he made this realization, he had already succeeded.

After all, he is the reincarnation of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat. Even if he doesn't use magic power, he still has wisdom and perseverance far beyond ordinary people. Liao Wenjie is very optimistic about him. Just because of his thick skin, there is no way or reason for Ji Dian to lose.

In this way, this journey of refining the mind is almost coming to an end.

Fahai's side doesn't matter. After twenty years of practice, he has reached a half-step golden body. His understanding may be much worse than Ji Dian's, but it is still far superior to other practitioners. It is only a matter of time before he saves himself and saves himself.

The journey of refining the heart does not end immediately. It is probably related to the evil god. Now that Ji Dian is investigating Yuan Batian, the truth is not far from coming to light.

The end of the journey of refining the heart means that Liao Wenjie must leave, and the father-in-law of the two snakes has disappeared.

However, Liao Wenjie promised to accompany them for life, so he would not brag randomly. He had talked with Fakong and sooner or later he would find a way to return to this world.

The only drawback was that his promised life would be frequently accompanied by absences and leaves of absence.

Maybe it was Liao Wenjie's words and deeds that conveyed something implicitly. Bai Suzhen and Xiao Qing felt something in their hearts and stayed by his side tonight.

Yes, two snakes were in the bath too.

As for seeing only human figures but not snake figures, everyone understands and those who don’t understand continue to think.

Suddenly, Liao Wenjie frowned, waved his hand to get some clothes from the side, stood up, dried the water stains on his body, put on his clothes and disappeared.

In the bathtub, Xiaobai and Xiaoqing poked their heads in, looking at each other in confusion.

…

Outside Liao Mansion, Liao Wenjie appeared in a flash, rushed to the alley in the distance, and fished out two blood-covered figures from the shadows.

Jidian and Xiaoyu.

The former had a bruised nose and swollen face, and three bloody holes in his chest and abdomen. He was only half a breath away from death. The latter...

It's already cold.

Liao Wenjie was stunned and hurriedly squatted in front of Ji Dian and used the Taoist technique of spring wind and rain to pull him back from the brink of death.

"Brother Jie, the situation is a bit serious!"

"It's very serious. The little beauty is gone."

"No, I'm not talking about Xiaoyu. She's fine. She can't die. I will find a way to revive her."

Ji Dian leaned against the wall and took out a cattail leaf fan behind his buttocks. He fanned weakly: "According to your information, I visited Yuan Batian's lair at night. It turned out that there were several evil spirits hiding in this guy's house. He seemed to know that I was going to go. I prepared a trap and waited for the rabbit, and even captured Xiaoyu as a hostage..."

Ji Dian slowly told the story of the cause and effect. He used a fan to invite Patriarch Bodhidharma to get on top of him, hold down the demon and beat him up. Unexpectedly, just after Bodhidharma's stamina had passed, Yuan Batian suddenly became possessed, broke the neck of the hostage Xiaoyu, and stabbed Jidian three times before being beaten to the ground.

The cattail leaf fan can perform magical powers three times in one day. The first time it was transformed into Bodhidharma by Ji Dian, the second time it was used by him on the road, and the third time it suppressed Yuan Batian and other monsters under the Leifeng Pagoda.

"I've been observing that tower by the West Lake for a long time, and I always felt that something was missing. It turned out to be something like a tiptoe."

Ji Dian's face turned pale, he took out the wine gourd and took a sip: "What a pity. The difficulty of reforming the evil man of the ninth generation has increased again. Also, no one was found behind him. I'm so depressed."

Liao Wenjie frowned when he heard this and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Brother Jie, you don't look right!"

Ji Dian wondered: "Is it because I didn't express it clearly enough, or did you notice something wrong?"

"It's nothing. I'm more concerned about Xiaoyu's condition than the monsters in Yuan Batian's house. How do you plan to rescue her?"

"I told you secretly, don't tell anyone."

Ji Dian glanced around and whispered: "The Ganoderma lucidum grass in Kunlun Mountain can bring people back to life. It is a spiritual grass planted by the Antarctic Immortal in the early years. It is guarded by a crane all the year round."

"Well, please don't tell me that you have offended the Antarctic Immortal."

Liao Wenjie had a dark face, and he felt more and more that Leon and Ji Dian were similar, one was crazy, the other was crazy, and both were hated by people and would be disliked wherever they went.

"That's not true, but I have offended the Crane Boy. This time I want to get Ganoderma lucidum, so I can only cheat. No, I can only outwit him." Ji Dian said with a serious face.

"Whatever, you have nothing to do with what people do anyway."

Liao Wenjie complained. If I remember correctly, the Ganoderma lucidum herb in Kunlun Mountain was stolen by Xiaobai and Xiaoqing, because Xiaoqing drank realgar wine and revealed her true identity, scaring Xu Xian to death.

Abbot Fakong of Guoqing Temple, bah, the big boss behind the scenes thought he was more handsome and annoying than Xu Xian, so he temporarily rewrote the script and changed the male lead. Now that Xu Xian is gone, the part about being scared to death is gone.

Liao Wenjie thought nothing would happen without the Ganoderma lucidum, and he even thought about taking it with him before leaving. But now it seems he has no chance.

After resting enough, Ji Dian picked up Xiaoyu's body and wanted to put it into the Liao Mansion. However, Liao Wenjie strongly refused, scratching his head and decided to go to Guoqing Temple.

"Master Cheap is dull, stupid, and easy to talk to. I asked him to help take care of Xiaoyu's body. I don't think he will refuse."

Jidian said and walked towards Guoqing Temple. After passing by for a few steps, he found that Liao Wenjie was still squatting on the same spot. He immediately cast a puzzled look: "Brother Jie, come on, are you squatting there to count the ants?"

"Wait a minute, I have another question to consider..."

Liao Wenjie's face was solemn, he breathed in and out, silently thinking in his heart that the Fuhu Arhat was ugly, and he slowly stood up after a while.

Here, Ji Dian finally understood and spat on the ground, cursing a certain shameless guy to die from the demon sooner or later.

…

Guoqing Temple.

Abbot Fakong was lying in his bedroom, sleeping soundly. He vaguely felt that two pairs of evil eyes were hiding in the darkness, looking at his body unscrupulously.

"who?"

Fakong opened his eyes suddenly and raised his hand to touch the Zen staff on the bedside.

"Master, it's me, Ji Dian, the most handsome of all your disciples."

Jidian stepped forward and covered Fakong's mouth, raised his hand in front of him to signal him to stop talking, and whispered: "Continuing the topic from last time, I am the reincarnation of Arhat who subdued the Dragon. I have come down to earth to do a few important things. You are not qualified. I won’t tell you what specific things will be bad for you if you know them.”

Hearing this, Fakong nodded first, then shook his head.

"Keep this body in your room for a while. She died in vain. I am going to the underworld to retrieve her soul. In order to prevent you from damaging the body, I will take away the golden body in the apse. When I come back, I will confirm that the body is correct. Is it okay to return the golden body to its original place?"

"Well, that's fair. It seems to be no problem."

Fa Kong looked confused and suddenly woke up: "No, the golden body cannot leave Guoqing Temple. No one can bear the catastrophe caused by it. You can't do this."

"There's so much nonsense. Brother Jie, just watch him. I'll get the golden body, and then we'll go to the underworld."

Ji Dian put oil on his feet and slipped out of the bedroom. Now he is a mortal. If he wants to go to heaven and earth, he must have a golden body.

"Jidian, calm down, no!"

Fakong crawled to the door. When he saw that Ji Dian's figure was gone, he stood up, dusted himself off, and calmly sat back on the bed.

"Master, great acting skills."

Liao Wenjie gave a thumbs up. If he has such acting skills, he can ensure that he has more girlfriends.

"The donor is joking, but the poor monk doesn't understand what you are talking about."

"If you don't understand, just don't understand. I have a few questions, and I would like to ask the master for some advice."

Liao Wenjie smiled and said: "Is the evil god behind Yuan Batian arranged by you, master?"

"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies. The Black Rakshasa incident was just a coincidence. He deceived Ji Bian into going to hell in order to take the opportunity to retrieve the Rakshasa scepter that was suppressed under the statue of Guanyin Buddha, and the poor monk. not related."

"I do not believe!"

Liao Wenjie curled his lips: "With the master's magical power, nine heavens and ten places, all over the world, if you want to calculate something, you can just do it with your fingers. How can a Black Rakshasa be better than a hair on your thigh?"

"Um?!"

"Hair, I mean hair."