Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

While everyone was still watching, Liang Musheng and Liuyun Sanren laughed strangely.

Suddenly, two groups of monks appeared on the horizon. They were people from the Mahabodhi Temple and Sansheng Chanyuan.

From the side of the Dabodhi Temple came Monk Daoyuan and Monk Daoyuan’s master, Zen Master Zhikong.

And the one who came from Sansheng Chanyuan was the long-lost monk Zhenru.

Taoist Wan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

This was the first time I saw Monk Zhenru again since I was in the Impasse Forest.

But the situation was completely different between now and then.

Back then, Zhao Mu was so weak that he couldn't even be considered an ant in front of Monk Zhenru. He could easily crush him to death with just a little finger.

But now, Zhao Mu just wants to say, would you like to crush one?

Two groups of monks soon arrived in the valley.

Mahabodhi Temple has always had a good reputation in the world of immortality.

Their disciples are usually relatively stable and low-key in their conduct, and they practice Buddhist Zen methods of compassion, so everyone has a good attitude towards them.

But Sansheng Chanyuan is different.

Although they are both Buddhist sects, Sansheng Chanyuan has always been domineering and unscrupulous in doing things.

So when everyone speaks, they may be polite, but in fact, they are wary of Sansheng Chanyuan.

After all, the former Granny Tianji is a lesson learned from the past.

No matter how good the relationship is, there is no guarantee that they will not kill you.

After everyone greeted each other.

Monk Zhenru suddenly looked at Taoist Wanyu: "Amitabha, my friend, is Taoist Wanyu?"

"I am a poor Taoist, I wonder what Zen Master Zhenru has to say?" Taoist Wanyu said calmly.

"Haha, it's nothing. I've just heard of Taoist friend's name a long time ago, and I've always wanted to have a long chat, but I've never been able to find the opportunity, so I feel quite regretful."

Monk Zhenru said with a smile: "By the way, fellow Taoist Wanyu, I heard that during the Jin Dynasty, you captured the demon Mo He. I wonder how he is doing now?"

"died."

"real?"

"Why, Zen Master thinks Pindao is lying to you?" Taoist Wanyu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Haha, of course not. How can a master like fellow Taoist talk nonsense?"

Monk Zhenru waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's just that Mo He is extremely cunning. So many of us were chasing him back then. We thought he was dead, but we didn't expect that he would reappear in the world of immortality now."

"So the poor monk wants to ask, if the fellow Taoist has definitely killed him, then he should not appear again in the future, right?"

Monk Zhenru stared at Taoist Wanyu with his eyes like daggers.

Everyone also saw that Monk Zhenru did not trust Taoist Wanyu, so he wanted to force Taoist Wanyu to make a guarantee, and asked Taoist Wanyu to promise that he would kill Mo He.

Otherwise, if Mohe appears again in the future, Sansheng Chanyuan will have a reason to trouble Taoist Wanyu.

But Taoist Wan Yu smiled slightly: "I don't know, you also said that Mo He is extremely cunning, who can guarantee that he will not appear in the future?"

"But fellow Taoist, didn't you say that you had already killed him?" Monk Zhenru's face was gloomy.

"Yes, Pindao did kill him, but wouldn't he show up after killing him?"

Taoist Wan Yu sneered and said: "Old monk, didn't you also claim to have killed Mo He back then? Why does he still show up now? You can't guarantee something yourself, but you actually ask Tao Tao to guarantee it for something you can't guarantee yourself. Are you sick?"

"you……"

It was like a monk who was choked and couldn't speak.

When people from other sects saw this, they all secretly laughed.

Seeing this old bald donkey shriveled up, they felt really unhappy.

"Fellow Taoist is really sharp-tongued."

Monk Zhenru's eyes were cold: "But Mo He fell into your hands after all. Since you said you had killed him, you must be responsible for your words. Don't let me wait to see Mo He again, otherwise our five major sects I have to give you an explanation."

"How do you want me to explain, kill me?"

Taoist Wan Yu took a step forward: "Why don't we two try it now to see if you can kill me?"

"Okay, let me show this poor monk how strong my fellow Taoist is?"

Monk Zhenru didn't give in. He pressed the Buddha's seal with his hand, and a huge power spread from his body.

The momentum of the two people was tit for tat, and although they hadn't really taken action yet, a strong wind was already blowing in the entire valley.

Among the crowd, except for a few people who were also in the sage realm, the other disciples retreated one after another, their expressions changing in shock.

If a strong man of this level really wanted to take action, they would not dare to stand aside, otherwise they would be seeking death.

Seeing that the battle between the two powerful men was about to break out.

At this moment, a Buddha's name came: "Amitabha!"

The soft Buddha light separated the two people's aura from the middle.

The next moment, Zen Master Zhikong from the Mahabodhi Temple was already standing between the two.

"You two, we are here to find Shentu Hengyu this time. People from the Demon Cult will appear at any time. We are facing a powerful enemy and we cannot fight. Why don't we give the poor monk some face and take a step back?"

Zen Master Zhikong looked at the two of them.

"Now that Zen Master Zhikong has spoken, how can Pindao not give him face?"

Taoist Wan Yu chuckled and said, "I'm like an old bald donkey. I won't fight you today. But if you are really itchy, you can come to me at any time. I promise to stay with you until the end."

After saying that, he wandered back to the team at Ziwei Daomen, obviously not taking the other party seriously at all.

Monk Zhenru snorted coldly and said nothing.

Zhu Qincang watched Wanyu Taoist come back and laughed softly: "You really don't give Zhenru face, that old bald donkey must be angry to death."

"Why give him face, he doesn't pay me salary."

"What is salary?" Zhu Qincang was surprised.

"Haha, nothing, nonsense." Wanyu Taoist smiled lightly.

Zhu Qincang shook his head: "Zhenru still has a lot of face. After all, he has Sansheng Zen Temple behind him, and his own strength is strong enough."

"Among the people of the same level in the world of immortal cultivation, except for my senior brother Changkong Zhenren, few people will confront him face to face."

"I guess he didn't expect that you would be so disrespectful to him. Now he probably wants to kill you."

"You should be more careful in the future. This person's means are extremely despicable. Be careful that he will secretly attack you one day."

Zhu Qincang reminded: "But you are a worshiper of my Ziwei Daomen. If he really dares to attack you, my Ziwei Daomen will never give up."

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, the person who can kill me in this world has not been born yet."

Wanyu Daoren smiled.

Means are despicable?

Haha, let's see whose means are more despicable!

The original body and the incarnation are two bodies with one heart.

In this regard, Wanyu Daoren perfectly inherited the original body Zhao Mu's style of doing things that would kill people without paying for their lives.

What's more, Wanyu Daoist is just an incarnation, and he is not afraid of death at all.

So he is very interested in having fun with that old bald donkey.

At this time, the atmosphere in the valley is a bit strange. Everyone is whispering and looking at Monk Zhenru from time to time. I don't know what they are talking about?

At this time, two streams of light shot rapidly from the sky and landed in the valley.

The person who came was Jiang Liuliu, and the second-ranked Dayun Tou Tuo in the deduction technique of the Southern Domain Immortal Cultivation World.