The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Not here!"

"Not here either!"

In the Buddhist world, countless disciples of Randen Temple searched every corner of this world. Even the three remaining holy Buddhas were alarmed and came out to join the search team.

But nothing was found!

That fake Huicong disappeared without a trace!

"Where is he?"

"Who is this person?"

These two questions trouble everyone.

After learning that this fake smart man had entered the Buddhist world and wandered around, discussing elixirs with a group of alchemy masters, chatting and laughing, the monks were even more shocked.

How could there be such a bold person in this world?

He has only been through six calamities, isn't he afraid of dying here?

After the holy Buddhas learned about it, they even felt the urge to vomit blood.

This guy is so bold, he is clearly provoking them in the Randen Temple.

"Bujie and the others are going to catch the monster named Tang. This monster has appeared in recent years. It is said that he came from the stars in the lower world, but he is extremely powerful. Even the eldest son of Taixu Tian is not as good as him."

"He has the robe of the Precious Moonlight King Buddha on his body, and he has also refined the Precious Moonlight King's body. This is why Bujie went to arrest him. We have discussed this matter. I thought he was just a descendant of the Six Calamities, so Let him go alone and bring a few young disciples with him, hoping that they can experience it."

"The evildoer named Tang? How powerful is he? Could that fake Huicong be him?"

Several holy Buddhas discussed for a while, and one holy Buddha became suspicious of the evildoer surnamed Tang.

"No way! Although this kid is indeed powerful, he won't be so powerful!"

The other holy Buddhas still couldn't believe it.

The Holy Buddha of Bujie Tangtang went to hunt down this boy, but failed. Instead, he was used by this boy to sneak into his Randen Temple, took the opportunity to steal a body of incense, and escaped...

This sounds incredible!

That monster surnamed Tang doesn’t have three heads and six arms.

Can it be so powerful?

They were more willing to believe that this was some Seven Tribulations old monster who deliberately hid his cultivation.

After searching a few more times with no results, they gave up temporarily, blocked the exit, and waited for the return of the Holy Buddha.

At this time, a war of words was going on in the Demonic Burial Abyss.

"Old bald donkey, are you convinced?"

Demon Soul yelled.

"Hmph! How can I, the Holy Buddha of Randen Temple, accept your evil ways? If you have the guts, just come! Keep practicing! I'll see how you refine me!" Surrounded by demon puppets, Saint Bujie Buddha snorted angrily.

He was sitting there cross-legged, his golden dragon cassock was torn, his face was like gold paper, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and he looked extremely miserable.

At this moment, a ball of golden light floated in front of him. It was this ball of golden light that opened a circle of light curtain to protect him.

Although he was very weak and embarrassed, he still looked unyielding.

In his heart, there was even more anger burning.

But he was fighting to get angry, not for anything else, just to win some words, and he couldn't give in.

"Damn it, why is this old bald donkey so stubborn!"

The demon soul is also angry.

This old bald donkey was just like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard. After beating him for a long time, he was almost exhausted to death.

"Are you convinced?"

The demon soul roared again.

"Not convinced!"

Monk Bujie said angrily.

This conversation was repeated over and over again.

At the beginning, both of them had very strong voices and were at odds with each other. No one was convinced by the other and both wanted to argue with each other.

But gradually, their tone lowered.

They were all tired. After fighting for so long, both sides were exhausted.

The monk Bujie had exhausted all his means and was holding on with the last relic of the Buddha. The demon soul and the demon puppets also needed to expend their vitality. After fighting for so long, their vitality was almost exhausted. .

"Hey! Old bald donkey, why are you so stubborn? Why don't you just give in?"

The demon soul was angry.

He looked at this old bald donkey and felt that he was really unlucky for eight lifetimes.

He is so immortal, why did he encounter such an old bald donkey? If it were a Taoist who cultivated immortality, he would have won it long ago. As for being so tired that he vomited blood.

"This is a dignified Randen Temple..."

Monk Bujie stared, gnashed his teeth, and shouted angrily.

"Stop, stop, stop, I know you are from the Rendeng Temple. You have said it thousands of times. If you are not annoyed, I am. Why! The Rendeng Temple is amazing! You can wrongly accuse people and provoke me at will. Already?"

Demon Soul shouted.

"Who has wronged you?" Monk Bujie said coldly.

"You! Didn't you just accuse me for no reason when you first came up?"

"How have I wronged you? Aren't you that kid's eldest brother? If not, why did you protect him and fight with me for so long and let him escape?" Monk Bujie said angrily.

"What kid, what big brother, don't talk nonsense. I have lived here for thousands of years and I have never recognized any younger brothers. Why did I fight with you? It's not because you provoked me first. What I hate most in my life are you guys." A bunch of bald donkeys, no matter they are big or small, they all have the same virtue."

"Last time I met a little bald donkey. He was just like you, no, even more hateful than you. You said you bald donkeys are so annoying!"

"What little bald donkey?" Monk Bujie was startled.

In the Pangu world, there should be very few Buddhist cultivators, and even fewer who have the strength.

"It's just a little bald donkey! Just like you, no, a little different. You have no hair, but he does. He is wearing a supreme cassock, and the Buddha's light on his body is more dazzling than you." Demon Soul said.

When he thought of that little bald donkey, he felt itchy with hatred.

"What? Supreme cassock?"

Monk Bujie was stunned when he heard this.

"That's right!" Demon Soul said, "If it weren't for that cassock, I would have dealt with him long ago. By the way, you are all bald donkeys, you must not be in the same group!"

"Isn't that little bald donkey still young and pretty?"

Monk Bujie seemed to have realized something, and his face became ugly.

"That's right! You really are with him, aren't you!" Demon Soul said.

Monk Bujie listened and stayed for a long time.

Then, his face twisted, he couldn't help but let out a cry, and spit out blood.

"Wow! Why are you vomiting blood! Old bald donkey, you haven't answered me yet!" Demon Soul was startled.

"I didn't expect it! I really didn't expect it! I, the holy Buddha of Randen Temple, would actually fall for such low-level tricks!" Monk Bujie covered his chest and said with a bitter smile.

"What do you mean?" Demon Soul wondered.

"Haha! Don't you understand? The little bald donkey you are talking about and the boy who led me here are actually the same person!" Monk Bujie looked at the demon soul and sneered.

"What?"

When the demon soul heard this, he was stunned.

His whole body froze there, as if he was petrified.

The boy that the old bald donkey was chasing was that nasty little bald donkey?

Doesn't that mean that he was tricked by that little bald donkey again?

His face twitched, and his expression became extremely exciting.

If he hadn't been in a spirit body, his blood would have surged three liters at this moment, and he would have vomited blood and died.

"Little bald donkey! It's you again! Why is it you again! Just wait for me, I won't let you go."

Then, a thundering roar came from the abyss, resounding throughout the world.