Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

Chapter 3280: Silent Persuasion!

Hearing Ziyi's rude words, but seeing the old monks, the old face only smiled lightly.

These five are all old antiques of Yinling Temple. The status of Ziyi in Yinling Temple is truly extraordinary.

"You kid, you don't always know how to be polite, anyway, we are all your ancestors."

However, at this time, the old monk who stood on the right side among the five people talked to Ziyi.

However, he said these words, and he was not harsh on Ziyi's tone.

"Yeah! It was a boring old bald donkey!" Zi looked at the talking old monk in surprise, suddenly surprised and said:

"You didn't talk, I didn't notice you.

I said, obviously all four old guys, why suddenly one more.

Do n’t you, the old bald donkey, travel all around? Why did you suddenly return to Yinling Temple? When did you come back? "

"You little bald donkey." Ziyi said that his old bald donkey, a dull old monk, returned him a "little bald donkey".

Shi Feng looked at the quarreling two, and looked at them with bare heads, grinning indifferently.

Although they were arguing, they didn't get angry. They just bickered. Shi Feng naturally said nothing.

They have the way they get along, the way they live.

It can be seen that although Ziyi is rude to these old monks, they are not angry.

"You old bald donkey, you came back so long after you left, we all thought you were dead outside." Ziyi said again.

"The poor monk's dharma is boundless and will not necessarily die in front of you."

"Good enough, you're less, you're almost stepping into the coffin with one foot."

...

Shi Feng's attention at this time was still the Solo stone lamp that had been gathered in the hands of bitters.

In this moment alone, the cracks in the Solo lamp have increased.

His eyes stared at him, waiting for Solo's magic lamp to break the stone.

"Hurry up! It should be fast!" He murmured again.

"Ghost Master!" But at this moment, only an old voice came from behind him.

After hearing that voice, Shi Feng frowned suddenly.

Obviously, he did not like the person who made that voice very much.

"The abbot is silent!" Shi Feng said secretly in his heart, then slowly turned around, looking in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, the same golden clouds rolling above, two figures floating.

It was the abbot of Yinling Temple who spoke silently, and another Yinling Temple who was built as a profound old man, who was delusional.

"Dear Patriarchs!"

Words of silence and delusion, folded their hands together, performed a Buddhist ceremony towards the five old monks on this side.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The four old monks also clasped their hands together, saluting in silence and delusion.

The old monk who quarreled with Ziyi was indifferent, glanced at the silence and arrogance that came, put away the frivolity on his old face, and then revealed a solemn and solemnity, and said to the two of them:

"Amitabha!"

In the blink of an eye, it was as if someone had been changed, revealing the appearance of a monk who was a Taoist monk.

This is sometimes the case for people, with different sides facing different people.

These old monks may look serious now, but they may be different when they get along with each other.

From now until now, the remaining four old monks that Shi Feng has seen are all elder Buddha figures, but Ziyi always said that they had a strange temperament to break the Solomon seal.

...

Shi Feng looked at silence and arrogance. At this time, both his and his attention were already on him.

Shi Feng opened his mouth and asked them, "Are you coming to me?"

Hearing this, he quietly nodded and said, "Exactly."

The delusion did not say a word, and then slowly nodded to Shi Feng.

Shi Feng frowned, and said, "What's the matter?"

Yan Ji didn't make any mistakes, and replied directly: "For the battle between the Holy Fire Palace and the Heavenly Holy Land."

"Huh!" The silent voice dropped, and the nodded head nodded again, saying to Shi Feng:

"The battle between Shenhuo and Tianhuang involved countless forces and warriors.

There are also the Protoss who have been watching in secret.

If this war really breaks out, it will inevitably be battered, and the poor monks and others will not want to see it.

So the poor monk and others hope that the Ghost Donor will help us and do our best to stop the war together. "

"Oh!" Shi Feng grinned grinningly when he heard the words, saying:

"This battle was the summoning of all forces by his Divine Fire Palace to attack my heavenly sanctuary!

I am a sacred place, but it is the defensive side.

You want to stop this battle from happening, now you should go to the Temple of Fire to stop it. "

Yan Ji said: "The cause of this war has been somewhat understood by the poor monks, not a single attack.

At the Shenhuo Palace, poor monks and others will naturally do their best to find it. Now, I only hope that the ghostly donor can discourage the heavenly Lord.

In addition to the looting of countless creatures in this battle, the Ghost Donor should also know about the Protoss.

If all the strong are defeated, the protoss of the Protoss will come to the battle of God, then we will be powerless!

This will definitely be a great catastrophe on the mainland. If that is the case, the **** war will once again enter the dark era! "

"Protoss!" Shi Feng murmured in his mouth.

Hearing the words of silence, the Protoss is indeed a big problem.

If this battle really broke out ...

Thinking of this, Shi Feng's brow wrinkled and deepened.

Originally, I wanted to wait for things to be done here, and make every effort to go to Zhong Ao Shenzhou to participate in that war.

It seems that this battle is not the time yet.

Later, Shi Feng thought for a while, and said to the silence and the delusion:

"If the two masters can stop the Sacred Fire Palace, the Heavenly Sacred Holy Land, the Sky Xuan Holy Land, the Xumi Mountain, and the Tianyin Holy Land from attacking the heavenly wasteland.

On the side of the sacred place in the wild, naturally, no war will be provoked. "

"That being the case, at that time, you will be troubled by the ghostly donor." Yan Ji said.

"If the truce can be truly avoided, and countless lives will be saved from danger, you will be a great merit if you are a ghostly donor."

"I'm not interested in any merit," Shi Feng said.

For Shi Feng's words, there is no fluctuation on the old face of silence and arrogance.

Yan Ji turned his head and said to the delusion: "Brother, you and I will go together for the sake of the world!"

"Well, brother!" Nodded arrogantly.

Later, Yan Ji looked to the bitter distant not far away and said to him, "The ancestor of bitter idiot, in the next period of time, you need to take care of the affairs of the Yinling Temple.

While Yan Ji was speaking these words, a golden light shone in his right hand.

The ancient Buddha Lord, one of the three treasures of Yinling Temple, appeared in his hands.

Subsequently, the ancient Buddha beads flew to the bitter idiot.

The **** flicked his right hand forward, grabbed the ancient Buddha beads in his hand, and put it on the palm of his right hand.

Then, one-handed Buddhist rituals were held in front of Yan Jiji, and he said, "Amitabha, you go ..."

(End of this chapter)