Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Longshu Monk was born in the Beitang royal family. He was the head of both the royal family and the Buddhist sect. He had been trained in the polar ice field for many years and had unparalleled cultivation. Although the peacock Dharma image was formed by its differentiation, its own strength was far from enough to compare with the original body.

At this time, the true fire was ignited and the true power was used. Under the burning of the Great Sun Fire Dragon, even if Meng Zhao had some power of the soul, he could not cook without rice under the premise that there was only one Heavenly Wolf mummy available.

Meng Zhao could no longer care about other things. He activated the bloodline power of the Heavenly Wolf mummy regardless of the loss and drove the erosion power to the limit.

The original body of the waning moon suddenly shone brightly, turned into a bright moonlight, stretched and extended, and finally turned into a moon toad several feet in size and stayed in place.

With a quack sound, he jumped and pounced on the Great Sun Fire Dragon.

In an instant, the Sun Fire Dragon groaned, the white jade toad hummed, the collision of the sun and the moon, the collision of fire and ice, was extremely decisive, and a red and white intertwined light burst out, covering most of the back mountain.

The thousand-year-old black ice shattered, the earth opened, the mountains and forests shattered, including the Ten Thousand Ghosts Senluo Qimu located in the back mountain, which was also smashed under such a strong and violent force, and its origin was lost.

After a long time, the dazzling light dissipated, and the seven-story exquisite pagoda had completely turned into a piece of flying ash. Only large pieces of golden Buddha treasures were scattered irregularly in the back mountain with thousands of holes.

As for the Heavenly Wolf Mummy, it also disappeared without a trace. It should have been completely destroyed by the violent attack of the Sun Fire Dragon.

With a gust of wind, a figure appeared in the back mountain. It was the Dragon Tree Monk.

At this time, the Dragon Tree Monk was just an ordinary monk, and there was no peacock Dharma image behind him. At first glance, he was very inconspicuous.

His expression was calm, but his eyes occasionally flickered, revealing a hint of coldness.

"In the last attack, he turned into a moon toad and used the power of purification. Although he was no match for the Great Sun Fire Dragon and was eventually reduced to ashes, his exquisite pagoda was also destroyed. Was it really a reincarnation of a powerful person?

Or did another expert sneak in and arrange various means without my noticing, ruining my good deeds?"

Longshu Monk was by no means a simple person, and would not be easily dismissed, especially in the last decisive collision. The terrifying power had even penetrated into the mountain of Xiaohan Mountain. Such a fierce power confrontation naturally could not hide its tracks.

He keenly noticed that it seemed that there was a very weak but obvious power of the Yuanshen, playing tricks in secret.

Yes, it was the power of the Yuanshen, he would never be wrong.

"Someone has done something to that little Heavenly Wolf right under my nose, not only destroying my Peacock Dharma Image, but also destroying Ten Thousand Ghosts and my Linglong Pagoda. What a courage!"

If there hadn't been the last blow, the hidden and revealed power of the Yuanshen, I'm afraid that Longshu Monk wouldn't have dared to confirm that there was such a strong man who could do something right under his nose without being discovered.

But now that it has been discovered, no matter how unbelievable it is, it means that this is the reality.

However, Meng Zhao was indeed very careful and cautious in doing things, leaving no flaws or handles.

After the last blow, the dried corpse of the Heavenly Wolf was burned by the Sun Fire Dragon. Seeing this, Meng Zhao's Yuanshen power had to stay, and he used the art of listening to the wind again to integrate into the wind and air flow between heaven and earth, so as to preserve the existence of this trace of Yuanshen power.

Longshu Monk could only sense the Yuanshen, but couldn't find out whose Yuanshen it was.

However, Longshu Monk was not an ordinary person, and at this time, he had already had some doubts.

"There has been no change in Xiaohanshan Temple for many years, and no accidents have occurred. Only this time, two people were accepted into the mountain, and it happened that these two people had an accident. The young man Tianlang was gone, and only the man from the Feiyu clan was left. Was it him?"

Longshu Monk's thoughts turned very quickly, and he immediately thought of a suspicious person, that is, another disciple he accepted, Danqing.

It's a very simple reason. There are powerful celestial beings secretly making trouble, and the young man of the Tianlang clan died without a burial place, leaving only Danqing from the Feiyu clan.

No matter how incredible it is, Danqing is the most suspicious.

Similarly, as Longshu Monk thought, before these two people entered the temple, the temple was very stable, and no accidents happened.

Now that an accident has occurred, it must be one of the two.

In particular, Danqing, played by Meng Zhao, still seems quite weird throughout the whole process.

The pure Buddha nature and Buddha light that came from nowhere made Longshu Monk mistakenly believe that he was really a person with Buddha affinity and worthy of cultivation.

Also, it was the matter of the green lamp and coffin this time.

At that time, Longshu Monk actually wanted to bury Meng Zhao in the coffin, so that the possibility of cultivating the true body of the peacock was actually higher than that of the young man of the Tianlang Clan.

However, it was Meng Zhao who took the initiative to shirk and gave this opportunity to the young man of the Tianlang Clan.

And the words sounded good, saying that he hoped that he could practice down-to-earth, step by step. Now it seems that he was afraid that he had sensed the danger, so he diverted the trouble to the east.

At that time, the boy of the Tianlang Clan did not die unjustly. Under greed, he agreed to it and led to his death.

The more Longshu Monk thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong with the painting of the Feiyu Clan, a big problem.

But he recalled it carefully again. From beginning to end, he had never found any problems or flaws in his contact with this person. This was a bit scary.

There was a problem, but he could not see where the problem was. Even unconsciously, he developed a love for him and even taught him the secret of the Peacock King Sutra. How could it not be scary?

"There are traces of the power of the primordial spirit, so he must be a celestial being. Moreover, this person can sneak into my side without being discovered. He has never revealed any flaws from beginning to end. His martial arts skills, realm, and methods are so high that I am afraid he is even better than me.

What should I do?"

The monk Longshu is also a little confused at the moment.

As the young man of the Tianlang tribe said, if he attacks him and spreads it, it will inevitably lead to a change in the wind direction of the hundreds of tribes in the entire polar ice field. Even if he has the identity of a Buddhist, he is not a golden ticket to be exempted from death. He will still be rejected by the mainstream powerful forces, and even targeted and suppressed.

If Danqing is still there, there is no problem. He can be trained to be a talent. It is said that the young man of the Tianlang tribe did not live up to his expectations and died of demonic obsession.

But, the trouble now is that Danqing also has a big problem, and he can never just let it go.

So, if Danqing also has problems, then he will definitely be exposed, and the entire polar ice field will exclude him. Years of forbearance, hard work, and management will also be destroyed.

This is inevitable.

His use of the Peacock King Sutra to attract talents was an open conspiracy, and many people were suspicious of it. Now that two of his successors have died suddenly, anyone can tell that there must be something fishy.

By then, he, the monk Nagarjuna, will definitely be hated by everyone.