Martial Sage

Tang Hao pointed to the outside and said to Monk Zhikong, "Listen, it's noisy outside."

The sound outside was noisy, making a mess. Need someone in charge to go out and control the field.

"There must be someone sabotaging the Fa conference. Don't you want to stop it? In your capacity, you don't dare to make any mistakes." Tang Hao said very reasonable.

On the contrary, Monk Zhikong didn’t rush, and slowly got up and walked towards the monastery. As he walked, he said to Tang Hao: “The fake can’t be true, the real can’t be fake, and the dead can’t survive. This is what we had in the past. It’s not surprising that I’ve seen too many of the experiences I’ve had. I make the cause and enjoy the fruit by myself, whether it’s Bodhi fruit or bitter fruit, I eat it myself.”

Seeing Tang Hao walked into the room, Tang Hao turned around and said to the Peacock King: "How does the Buddha feel?"

Tianzhu's ascetic rushed out like a ghost, grabbed Tang Hao's arm, and was about to exert force immediately, but a sharp pain came from his palm.

The ascetic monk struggled with injuries to his hands, and pushed Tang Hao out heavily. Looking at the palms of both hands, it was already bloody. At first, the pain of drilling into the spinal cord was in his palms, but now it has returned to normal.

There is no feeling in the palm of the hand.

Tang Hao wiped the dust off his body, and lifted up his wide sleeves, which turned out to be armguards covered with blue steel thorns, and the sharp thorns glowed with a dark blue but weird light.

The Tianzhu monk took a big step forward before he wanted to use force, but found that Friday was full of guards from the General's Mansion, and every advantageous crossbow was firmly held in the hands of every guard.

"I hate other people grabbing my arm the most in my life. I just tested whether you could speak the Central Plains dialect. I didn't expect you to speak it. Now it's okay. Both of your companions are dead. You should be the one. Ye Tuo’s Little Brother? Just look at the tattoos on your thighs. You are still alive. Tell me, what are you doing in Central Plains?"

"How did you know?" King Peacock hissed.

"The monk told me that Ye Tuo is dead." Tang Hao said calmly.

The other two hairy men immediately knelt down on the ground, their heads lying on the ground. King Peacock looked at his injured hands, his emotions calmed down.

He said slowly: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to see Tianzhu, follow the monk to light up, get a name, and return to the homeland. This time I came to Central Plains just to see the local scenery."

With a wave of the arms of the two people, a huge fishing net was buckled, and no matter how much King Kongque twisted his body, he could not escape the shackles of the fishing net.

The fishing net is specially made with many barbs on it. If it is hung in the flesh, it will definitely be unable to break free for a while.

The generals took over Tang Hao's silk thread, and tied this guy tightly. It would not work if you didn't tie it tightly. None of the Tang family's personal hands was easy to deal with.

Seeing that the generals were going to tie up the hairy man again, Monk Zhikong came out and said, "This is a servant given to me by King Loulan, not from them." The generals gave up.

"Monk, you didn't understand a lot of words. Now you can explain why these two guys are following you to Tianzhu, right?" Tang Hao said with a cold face.

"What's to say, I was caught by Ye Tuo on the way to Tianzhu. I had to take his Little Brother and go to Tianzhu together to save my life." At this point, the master was also helpless.

"As a result, this guy showed his own skills in Tianzhu, and he became the King of Peacock Ming. These days, the poor monk has been waiting for you." Zhikong's expression is still very calm.

Even now he is talking about a tragic experience, and this experience actually happened to him.

"If it weren't for the tattoos on his body today, I wouldn't dare to determine the identity of this person." Tang Hao explained that Tang Hao wouldn't dare to personally get started with things that weren't certain.

Zhikong turned around and said, "Let's go, don't come to see me in the future. It's better not to see me if you meet. You are already in Devil Dao, and enjoy yourself, let you go."

King Peacock Ming had been carried in his pocket, and he was carried out by his family. Except for the monastery, he realized that there was already a sea of ​​people outside. Fu Yi was sitting behind the brazier at this time, his whole body glowing with golden light.

Fu Yi laughed and pointed to the Buddha statue in the monastery and said: "You are a Buddha, and the old man is also a Buddha. You can shine at night, and the old man can shine both day and night. Isn't it just rosin plus a mirror? You monks, see you Why don't gods and Buddhas worship?"

Yuyan looked angry, wishing to swallow the old man alive at this time, listening to the whispers of those good men and women, his heart was like a knife.

The monastery has made such a comprehensive and long-term preparation, and it has fallen short. In the future, it is estimated that the monastery will be coldly cleared.

Tang Hao didn't have the time to pay attention to these little things. It was the important thing to figure out the affairs of the Peacock Ming King earlier.

He suddenly discovered that the enemies of own seemed to appear regularly, and if there was a connection, it would be terrible.

Watching Fu Yi proudly sprinkle a handful of rosin into the brazier, sparks splashed all over, and the divine light that was gradually disappearing from his body became radiant again.

The light roared like a behemoth, and it was impossible for Yuyan to retreat all over today.

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