Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan's heart moved as if he had experienced this scene and grabbed Tian Tian's proud wrist and gently took it away.

“Sister, please don't put your hands on someone else's shoulders. ”

Tian Tian was proud to see that his color was different and laughed wildly: “What, are you shy? ”

Li Qingshan said softly: “I only have Yaozhu in my heart. Sister, you should still die! ”

At this time, all the generals of Xuanwu Legion remained in the martial arts field. Hearing this, he really admired Li Qingshan's five-body throwing into the field. How fierce his temper was, he had just offended Brother Li to death. Turning his face, he dared to say this to his elder sister. Never before had he seen him so capable of death.

Tian Tian proudly held Li Qingshan's shoulder tightly and bit his teeth: “You are really delusional! ”

Even the ordinary Demon King had to crush her shoulders, but her fingertips felt a strange resilience that prevented her from penetrating the skin.

“What kind of strange encounter has this kid ever had? He's so strong! ”

Li Qingshan darkly urged “cow demon skin refining”. His shoulder skin turned green cowhide. He said with no expression: “Oops, that hurts. Please forgive me! ”

Let go of my grudge and resentment: “Don't be proud, it will be a big battle for the whole army soon. I want you to be the first to show up and prepare a little gift for you! ”

“Don't worry, I won't miss it! ”

Li Qingshan waved with pride and was returning to the tower.

Abbot Yangon suddenly stopped him on his way: "Amitabha Buddha, please stay. ”

“Master, what is it?” Li Qingshan put his hands together for a gift.

Abbot Yangon recalled the huge demonic shadow that appeared on the boundaries of the magic domain. He was always disturbed and wanted to ask clearly. Li Qingshan's pride in doing so is inextricably linked to the Buddha Gate, but he is no different from the monastery, and needs special attention.

“In order to make great achievements in the field of demonic resistance, I will certainly get a lot of contributions in the Vientiane sect. I need to leave a message in the Temple of Pure Land so that I can report it to the Abnegation Palace. ”

Li Qingshan wanted to ask the monk for help. “I see. Then I'll go with the master. ”

The pure earth temple seemed to be covered in a round of warm glow. The white snow had never landed before and had become raindrops, moisturizing the green grass on the ground, but it was brilliant in the spring.

Li Qingshan stopped, and his subconscious frowned. For some reason, he always hated it.

Abbot Yangon did not seem to have differentiated himself, raising his hand: “Come in, Daoist! ”

“Turns out it's a Brahma pure earth.” Li Qingshan smiled and crossed the mountain gate.

In the moment, a quiet and invisible force, like spring rain, penetrated his skin, moisturizing his heart field, the sound of wooden fish and chanting the scriptures came from afar. If mortals were here, I fear there would be an impulse to convert to my Buddha, away from the noise of the world.

Yet he became more and more disgusted, the magic began to grow, and his back began to burn again, instantly excluding that quiet and invisible power. The sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of the scriptures was like 10,000 mosquitoes and 10,000 flies buzzing in his ears, and it sounded like only one word, "Amitabha Buddha”.

“Dodo doesn't seem to like it here much?” Abbot Yangon turned back and asked.

“No, it's fine here.” Li Qingshan pressed his heart and grinned. “Today is the right day!” We have to get rid of the statue of the proud god.

Coming to Daxiong Bao Palace, the Buddha's gaze dropped, and he looked at the people lightly, and he seemed to have seen nothing.

Li Qingshan was agitated and slightly bowed his head. Hate could not smash the big Buddha with a fist, and then slaughtered all the monks who read the scriptures.

Take a deep breath and finally sit on a futon in front of Buddha.

Abbot Yangon sat across from the case table and pushed a credit book over: "Please write, Taoist! ”

Li Qingshan took the pen and wrote the following sentence: “Li Qingshan was instructed to explore the magic, and found that the cold blood was slaughtered and turned into an empty city. ”

Abbot Yangon said, "If you have any other credit, you can write it down. For example, if you kill several demons, or find something else, it will become your contribution in Vientiane. ”

Li Qingshan heard the words and raised his head: “Even the demons he had killed before? ”

Abbot Yangon's eyes flashed: "Count. ”

In order to confront the magic domain, the Path not only united all the great gates, but also made every effort to encourage the small gates and scattered cultivation to participate in the war. And the monks with experience in fighting demons are talented, certainly not stingy with this benefit.

“Ha, and good things like that, I've killed many demons! ”

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows. This is truly a pleasant surprise. In Kyushu, he could have fought many special death fights with the demons, and many of his demons died. At the time of the previous investigation, I could not find this article.

Because there are so few examples of this, of course, humanist practitioners won't be able to get to the battlefield. And in the 3,000 world, it happened to be invaded by the magic domain, it has not been annexed by the magic domain, and can finally fly up...

Every thing is a small probability event, and even the dragon from Kyushu has never experienced it before. If Li Qingshan is an ordinary Yuan Baby Monk, it would be very difficult to kill one or two Demon Kings, and it is likely that he will fall, without this fate to pay tribute.

“Amitabha Buddha, killing demons is a feat. ”

Li Qingshan scratched his head: “But I don't really remember the exact number. ”

“The Buddha of Amitabha, as long as it is not deliberately misrepresented and not too different from the true number, is fine. This is Buddha, Buddha will testify for you. ”

“That's good.” Li Qingshan thought about it and started writing it. After writing, he pushed the credit book back to Abbot Yangon: “Okay! ”

Abbot Yangon looked stunned when he saw the numbers above.

Li Qingshan smiled without saying a word. He was the magician of the Demon King in that time. He killed a lot, far more than the 230,000 demon and people's army in cold blood.

If all of this counts as successful labor, and becomes a contribution in the Vientiane Sect, then will he not be in full swing? He also wondered, in the world of the five continents, how many demonic warcraft seemed to have been bred, and he turned back and wiped them all out, would it be far from the fax disciples?

I'm afraid the fax disciples never dreamed of sending him to the magic battlefield and immediately got a new gift pack.

Abbot Yangon looked at the merit book and also at Li Qingshan. This is the Temple of the Pure Land, in front of the Buddha of Amitabha, even the practitioners of his cultivation cannot lie and be undiscovered.

“Amitabha Buddha, I didn't know Daoist had such a great credit. How rude of him! ”

Li Qingshan smiled. “Well said, Master, you're welcome. Had it not been for the Master's reminder, I would not have known I had this much credit. ”

Abbot Yangon asked: "How dare you ask where your friends killed so many demons? ”

“Hmm...” Li Qingshan thought about it: “It's not a human path anyway. ”

“Is it in the magic?” Abbot Yangon leaned forward and his eyes glistened.

Li Qingshan stunned: “Where did the master think he was going? Is it possible to suspect that I am a traitor of magic? ”

“Isn't it? ”