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But even if you want to rob it, can you rob it?

Pudu Cihang shook his head in his heart. What he just used was a time-traveling talisman that was not sold in the mall. This meant that even if other group members had enough points, they would not be able to come here, let alone compete with him for apprentices.

Already.

Otherwise, he would still be eager for some members to come and rob him!

Looking at the young man kneeling in front of the grave not far away, he felt the aura emanating from his body. Rao already knew that his strength was reduced due to being absorbed by the soul body. Pudu Cihang couldn't help but feel happy.

Disgusted.

Regardless of the reason, low strength means low strength. For such a weak human being, if the group leader hadn't given the order and accepted the reward, I really wouldn't have wanted to take him under his wing.

Poor monk, I don’t want to lose face, right?

Pudu Cihang: "Amitabha, since you are so interested, how can a poor monk refuse? Please wait a moment."

The next second, Pudu Cihang turned on the live broadcast function.

I originally wanted to refuse, but unfortunately the administrator said, there is nothing I can do. You can watch it if you want. I, the poor monk, will just think that I have lost face and accepted a useless apprentice in front of everyone.

well!

In the group, when Wei Wuxian and others saw a live broadcast room open, they all clicked on it and devoted their attention to it.

As soon as they entered, a movie featuring Pudu Cihang as the protagonist, ah, the screen appeared in front of them.

Everyone was silent and watching intently, especially Wei Wuxian. This guy got a jar of fine wine from somewhere. He drank it and watched it. It was very pleasant.

Seeing those people entering the live broadcast room he had started, Pudu Cihang squinted his eyes and secretly reminded himself to pay attention to his image. Although he was destined to be embarrassed, he could not be embarrassed because of his own problems.

Style, you must have style.

"I am a virtuous and eminent monk, I am a virtuous and eminent monk..." He closed his eyes and recited several times silently in his mind, and then Pudu Cihang began to cast the spell.

Open your palms, and a golden light overflows from your palms. At first glance, it looks very similar to Buddha's light, but in fact it is not. It is an illusion of demon light, but it is the same. Whatever light I say it is, it is what light it is.

He raised his arm and threw the golden ball of light into the sky. Suddenly, a large golden light enveloped the surrounding area, making it look extremely sacred.

…………

In front of a tomb in the bamboo forest.

Xiao Yan, who had a delicate face, knelt here with his head lowered and said nothing.

He was sad and angry.

He didn't understand why God would do this to him, let him travel to this world, make him a genius, and then drive him into the dust when he was most proud, turning him into a useless person that everyone ridiculed and reviled.

.

Three levels of fighting spirit...

Among the young masters of the Xiao family, his cultivation is the worst!

It just so happens that he is the son of the clan leader. He was a genius before, the most outstanding genius of the Xiao family in the past hundred years.

Now, whenever he meets someone who knows him casually, nine out of ten people will ridicule him, humiliate him, and trample on his dignity.

He is unwilling to give in, he is very angry, and he wants to trample under his feet those who have humiliated him, make them pay a thousand times the price for their actions, and let them know how terrible it is to be angry!

But……

He could only think that today was different from the past. He was no longer a fighter or a genius.

He couldn't even defeat Xiao Ning's followers. How could he avenge his shame and make those people pay the price?

"Ah! Why? Why?..." After all, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Xiao Yan looked up at the sky, opened his mouth, and shouted at the top of his lungs. His face was ferocious and very scary.

He didn't want to get angry. He wanted to live a peaceful and happy life, but he had no choice. He couldn't control his anger. He was really... very angry!

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a dazzling golden light appeared, causing him to quickly close his eyes, and then, a sound that sounded like Sanskrit music appeared.

Sanskrit?

When these two words suddenly appeared in his mind, Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, not to mention how horrified he was.

"Who is it?" Because the golden light was too dazzling, he tried to open his eyes but failed. Hearing the sound of footsteps and gradually approaching him, Xiao Yan hurriedly stood up, turned around and shouted.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or lightning, and should be observed as such. Donor, you are angry. This will aggravate your hostility, damage your peace, and be detrimental to your future!"

In the golden light, Pudu Cihang, holding a Zen staff, walked towards Xiao Yan step by step, raised his palm and spoke to him gently.

"Donor?" Upon hearing this title, Xiao Yan's expression changed again, and there were ten thousand things he wanted to say in his heart.

Did he travel through time again just now or something happened? This is Dou Qi Continent. Where did the donor come from?

Ignoring the glare of the golden light and looking at Xiao Yan who stood up, closed his eyes and faced him, Pudu Cihang secretly nodded.

Okay, I have to take back my previous evaluation. Although my strength is a bit lacking, my character is not bad and I am a good person.

anger……

If you use this thing well, it can also enhance your strength. However, as you are now a great monk, there are still people in the group watching you, so you can't praise him in this regard, otherwise what will you become?

It doesn't matter to others, but the administrator who loves and loves at every turn definitely doesn't like anger, so I have no choice but to persuade him like this.

Then, he used his magic power to slowly dissipate the golden light.

As the golden light dissipated, Xiao Yan gradually opened his eyes. They were a little sore, but he could still see things clearly. After opening them completely, a master wearing a white cassock and holding a gilded Zen staff with a kind face appeared.

In his sight.

Grandmaster?

Yes, this was the first impression Pudu Cihang gave Xiao Yan.

"Amitabha, poor monk Pudu, you are so polite!" Pudu Cihang smiled at Xiao Yan and performed a Buddhist salute to him.

Xiao Yan: "..."

Amitabha? So, I really traveled through time again?

Xiao Yan hurriedly looked around and found that he was still in the small bamboo forest in the back hill of Xiao's house, and his mother's grave was still behind him. This made him a little confused. Could it be that this time, not only people were passing through, but the entire space

Have they all traveled through time?

"Donor, what are you thinking about? But if you have any doubts, can this poor monk help you?"

As he said that, a white cloud appeared under Pudu Cihang's feet. First he rode him up a few meters, and then he sat down, crossed his legs, and sat directly on the cloud. This scene looked quite magical, and it was very similar to Dou Qi.

The painting style in mainland China is completely different.

"You, who are you?" Looking up at Pudu Cihang, Xiao Yan felt his throat was a little dry and asked in a hoarse voice.

"The poor monk Pudu, following the decree of the Dharma, came here to find the donor."

"What are you looking for me for?" Xiao Yan did not immediately ask the doubts in his heart. Xiao Yan took a step back in fear and asked Pudu Cihang.

"Amitabha, donor, you are destined to be a poor monk!"

Xiao Yan: "..."