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"Hey! Where did you come from? How can you speak for this flat-haired beast? You are the same as him!" Before Jieyin could speak, Zhunti turned the muzzle of his gun and blasted at Yue Yuanzhou.

At this point, Zhunti had no choice but to lose his face anyway, and he was already sitting on the futon, so he didn't care about offending anyone again.

The same was true for the receptionist. He took a deep look at Yue Yuanzhou and found that this guy was only in the early stage of Daluo Jinxian. No wonder he arrived later than him, so he had no scruples anymore, but he didn't want to talk to Yue Yuanzhou anymore and just continued to press Kunpeng. , for fear of missing the opportunity.

You can still tell the difference between quarreling with others and snatching futons.

But Kunpeng, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist, for your words of help! This poor Taoist is Kunpeng from the North Ming Dynasty, but I don't know how to call him?" Kunpeng looked grateful and asked him Yue Yuanzhou's name. Gai Yinyue Yuanzhou is indeed very familiar. Most of the people here with great supernatural powers have been in the wilderness for thousands of years, and most of them know each other by name.

"Shenzhou, the Taoist temple is located in Buzhou Mountain. If Taoist Kunpeng has free time in the future, you can come and discuss Taoism." Yue Yuanzhou said with a smile.

"Definitely, definitely!" Kunpeng nodded, then glared at Jieyin and Zhunti, and said: "Both of them are shameless people. Such behavior is shameful for monks like us. We lack knowledge, but we must not know what my friend said. What a blessing in disguise, it would be better if my Taoist friends carefully study the future, so that these ignorant people in the West can listen to the great knowledge of the East like us."

Kunpeng now wished that time would continue to drag on until Daozu Hongjun appeared, and he would hold his position by then. So he rolled his eyes and paid attention, and then asked Yue Yuanzhou to say what he said was a blessing in disguise.

In normal times, Kunpeng would not be interested in such a Daluo Jinxian early stage monk, but in such a situation, he also knew how to assess the situation.

Kunpeng's move was in line with Yue Yuanzhou's intention.

In order to avoid being led in and exposed, Yue Yuanzhou raised his voice and said loudly: "Everyone, please listen to what I am saying in detail, but I said that there is a peak in Buzhou Mountain called Saishang, and there is a peak in the mountain. The monk grew up here, so he called himself Sai Weng. Sai Weng kept a strange animal in his captivity, which he called a horse. Sai Weng loved horses very much."

Yue Yuanzhou's voice was clear, and he adapted a blessing in disguise into a local story in Buzhou Mountain, telling it in detail and detail.

Everyone who listened nodded and pondered, thinking that Sai Weng was a wise man.

No, as soon as Yue Yuanzhou finished telling the story, Emperor Jun said: "The Sai Weng must be a man of great wisdom, good at predicting bad luck, and good at counting palms. Fellow Taoist, do you know what the heel of this Sai Weng is? Where is the mountain above the fortress?" I really admire such a distinguished scholar, and wish I could visit him as soon as possible to discuss the doctrine with him."

Lose that orangutan! How do I know what Sai Weng is? How could there be such a person in the ancient times? Yue Yuan Zhouxin said about the story I made up.

He originally told this story to say that even if you can't sit on the futon, it's still an opportunity, but he didn't expect that the bastard Di Jun would take all the important points and regard it as a blessing in disguise. He is worthy of doing great things. .

Yue Yuanzhou chose to ignore Emperor Jun (qūn)'s words, but at this moment he heard Hongyun sigh with emotion: "Listening to the words of Taoist friend Shenzhou is better than traveling for a hundred thousand years!" Misfortunes are where blessings depend, and blessings are where misfortunes are. Fu, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. This is a great saying. Every drink and every peck is a sure thing. Thank you for your words, fellow Taoist."

Hong Yun was already feeling sad because she gave up her seat, but now after hearing some of Yue Yuanzhou's words, she really had a clear idea.

However, his words were particularly harsh in the ears of the six people on the futon.

Hongyun had just given up his seat, but they couldn't hear what Hongyun meant. He was talking about the blessings and misfortunes that depended on the position of the futon. The great opportunity was said to be like this, and his face turned ugly.

I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m sitting on pins and needles when I think about it carefully. However, they are people of great perseverance, but they cannot give up this great opportunity just because of a word. The feeling was wiped away by them in just a moment.

Of course, it was Yue Yuanzhou who said this, 'Misfortune lies on the back of blessings, blessings come upon misfortunes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.' Hongyun just connected it with the futon competition.

With such a disturbance, all the monks shifted their attention from fighting for position to Yue Yuanzhou, but their desire for the futon was not affected at all.

On the contrary, they were even more filled with hatred. When they saw Jie Yin showing his Dharma appearance, he shouted at Yue Yuanzhou: "What do you mean? Don't confuse the public with your evil words again. Are you going to have sex with me in the chaos?"

In his perception, Yue Yuanzhou is determined to destroy his own chance of enlightenment. He is the kind of guy who doesn't want others to get what he can get, and who can say sour grapes if he can't get them.

The key is that this guy is also very eloquent. If we don't deal with this guy first, it will be endless.

The gates of Zixiao Palace were closed, and they even went to hell to have a fight in Chaos.

"It's just a futon. There's so much to grab. You really don't know what's good and what's good. You have a big head and don't know how to adapt. Are all people in the West so stupid?" Yue Yuanzhou shook his head speechlessly and sighed, looking at a fool. He looked at Jieying, and then continued: "I can only cry and cry all day long, and speak evil words to each other in this saint's ashram. It is really inappropriate. I think for the sake of your busy life, I will not care about you."

Just when the monks thought Yue Yuanzhou was subdued, Yue Yuanzhou raised his hand and waved, and an office sofa appeared behind six futons.

Then he saw Yue Yuanzhou pointing to the strange-looking sofa and said: "You said that the journey is long and difficult, and there is no seat to sit on and you can't listen to the sermon. Why don't you prepare your own seat? You insist on grabbing other people's seats. How disrespectful are you? "Hey, I really can't bear to miss your old body, so I will give up my position to you. I hope you will cherish it and stop messing around."

Pangu Sanqing glanced at the sofa, turned his body, and stretched out his consciousness, as if he was watching a show.

Styx: Is there still such an operation? !

Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun: "."

Zhen Yuanzi looked strange, looked at the office sofa and opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The Duke of the East and the Queen Mother of the West looked at each other.

Doumu closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Wang Shu's eyes flashed.

All the monks:? ? ? ! ! !

It's not that they can't bring their own bench, but they don't dare to even think about it.

Therefore, none of the three thousand Hongchen guests dared to do this. There were no seats, and they all sat or stood on the floor.

This is the Zixiao Palace. The saint only placed six futons. You actually dare to get your own seats. You really don’t take the saint seriously.

Thinking of this, all the monks secretly moved their bodies and quietly moved away from Yue Yuanzhou, for fear that if they got close, they would get bad luck and be blamed by Hongjun.

Jie Yin's face was turning blue and purple. He could not avoid it now, nor could he sit on it.

For a moment, the sound of needles dropping could be heard in Zixiao Palace.