Zongwu: People on Peach Blossom Island rely on their understanding to become immortals

"Why does it have nothing to do with me? I, I am my master's disciple!" Zhou Botong argued with his neck stiff, trying hard to establish a relationship with Lin Changfeng.

But Lin Changfeng really had nothing to do with him. After Huang Yaoshi said this, Zhou Botong felt that Lin Changfeng's indifferent look at him was a little alienated.

He wanted to continue to argue shamelessly, but he was worried that Lin Changfeng would be tired of him.

At that moment,

He made up his mind, stiffened his neck and said loudly, "I am very useful. I can do things for my master. Can you? I can also..."

"What to do?" Lin Changfeng became interested.

"I, I..." Zhou Botong was speechless when asked by Lin Changfeng.

Suddenly,

he thought of something,

and immediately said loudly and confidently, "These disciples of Peach Blossom Island are lazy and don't want to go to Dali to deliver letters, but I am different. I am very diligent, as long as Master Changfeng wants to, I am willing to do it. I can go to Dali for Master and tell the Southern Emperor of Dali about these evil thieves! Invite the Southern Emperor to come and clean up the mess!"

Huang Yaoshi, who was worrying about who to send to deliver the letter, immediately brightened up, "Okay, you go this time, and I won't stop you from becoming Changfeng's disciple in the future. But whether Changfeng is willing to accept you depends on whether Changfeng himself is willing."

The two looked at Lin Changfeng together again.

Going to Dali to deliver the letter is indeed a problem.

According to the situation in this fusion world,

I am afraid that some plot points in Dali will be triggered.

No matter which plot point it is, it is not so easy to pass.

Let Qu Lingfeng and others go, Lin Changfeng is really a little worried.

But Zhou Botong was at least the best among the Five Great Masters. If he went, Lin Changfeng would have nothing to worry about.

Immediately,

He nodded, "Go quickly and come back soon. We can have some discussions when you come back!"

"Okay! That's settled!" Zhou Botong was so happy that he almost jumped up and quickly finalized the matter.

He felt that he had found a way to please Lin Changfeng.

Immediately,

Just after dawn, when the sea was calm, Zhou Botong did not wait any longer, jumped on the boat and headed straight west.

Half a month later,

Dali Tianlong Temple.

Zhou Botong traveled day and night, and finally arrived at Dali Tianlong Temple before the sun set. He looked up at the sign of Tianlong Temple, and then looked at the empty temple gate. He scratched his head in confusion, "Why is there no one? It's not dark yet, it shouldn't be." He walked into Tianlong Temple and asked loudly as he walked, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?" "Ouch, ouch..." When he walked into the courtyard, Zhou Botong heard several painful groans. After walking a few steps quickly and passing a moon gate, Zhou Botong found that there were several bald monks lying on the ground. They all fell to the ground, hugging their arms or legs, rolling on the ground. Some of them had their robes stained with blood, and the original color could not be distinguished. He walked a few steps quickly, stepped forward to help a monk up, and asked, "What's going on? Why are you all lying on the ground?"

Tianlong Temple is the Dali National Temple, where masters gather, all of whom are concentrating on studying martial arts and practicing martial arts. Who dares to offend easily?

When has he ever been so embarrassed?

Zhou Botong had just come to Dali with his senior brother Wang Chongyang not long ago, and also stayed in Tianlong Temple for a few days,

So these monks also knew him.

"Inside." The monk he supported was bleeding too much, and he just said a word, then his head tilted and he fainted.

"There is an enemy coming." Other monks continued.

"What kind of powerful enemy is it? How could they beat you all like this? Where are the masters in Tianlong Temple?"

"The masters are being forced by the foreign barbarian named Jiumozhi, and are struggling to hold on. Zhou Daxia, please, please help." The monk who spoke just finished speaking and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing how miserable they were, Zhou Botong gently put the person on the ground, stood up and rushed into the back hall of Tianlong Temple.

In the back hall,

there was smoke everywhere,

several old monks in yellow cloth robes were sitting cross-legged in meditation, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddhist beads in their hands were spinning rapidly,

it seemed that they were actually forming a formation to block!

Zhou Botong's heart trembled,

this master named Jiumozhi who came from nowhere actually forced the old monks in Tianlong Temple to use the Tianlong formation!

Before seeing the enemy, Zhou Botong had already respected the enemy.

This Tianlong formation was a secret of the Dali royal family, with amazing power and rarely activated.

I think,

This Tianlong Temple is indeed in a big crisis.I just don't know what this expert is doing.

Having been in the martial arts world for many years, he still has some experience.

After sneaking into the back hall, Zhou Botong quietly hid behind the door of the hall, ready to see the situation first.

Then he saw a middle-aged monk wearing a gray monk's robe, but with thick hair and some exotic features. He raised his hand and hit an old monk with a palm, tearing open the Tianlong formation.

I think it was Jiumozhi.

Puff!

An old monk in a gray robe was knocked away by him, hit the pillar, covered his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Hahaha...

Jiumozhi looked proud and laughed arrogantly.

"Even if you are forced into this, you are still unwilling to take out the sword manual of your Dali's unique Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

"You are just so-so in Tianlong Temple, and you still say you are masters. All the monks in the temple combined can't last more than three moves under my hands! I advise you to take out the sword manual quickly, and I can still spare your lives!"

"I won't take the sword manual away either. As long as I can take a closer look at the sword manual and learn the Six Meridians Divine Sword, I will let you go!"

The yellow-robed old monks were so angry that their faces turned blue.

Although their faces were pale and blood was flowing from their lips,

they still struggled to form a large formation again, their lips trembling, silently reciting scriptures, and continued to block the foreign monks.

As expected,

after a few moves,

Puff!

Another monk vomited blood and was knocked into the wall.

The formation was broken again.

Zhou Botong thought to himself,

This foreign monk Jiumozhi is really good at martial arts. Even if he jumps out to help now, he can only barely hold this foreign monk back.

Looking at Jiumozhi's unwillingness to give up, he may not give up unless he is completely defeated.

But seeing how he just broke the Tianlong formation, he was so casual, I am afraid he will get hurt if he goes out.

This made Zhou Botong think of Lin Changfeng.

There is no need for Master Changfeng to fight the enemy personally.

As long as Master Changfeng teaches him a few moves, it will be easy to deal with this foreign monk...

While Zhou Botong was thinking,

Jiumozhi had already approached several steps.

Just when Zhou Botong couldn't stand it anymore and was about to jump out to help delay time,

"Who are you, why are you so presumptuous in my Tianlong Temple!"

With the voice,

a middle-aged man with long hair and a solemn appearance walked out from the back of the hall.