"Are you kidding me?"

Patriarch Bodhi said: "Because Shen Gongbao is a member of the Yuxu sect, this child can be considered a disciple of Yuxu. Shen Gongbao is no longer a member of the Yuxu sect, so what kind of disciple can he be?"

Jiang Ziya gritted his teeth and said: "That's it, senior, Shen Gongbao is just a guide. When he introduces Nezha into Yuxu Palace, only my master can expel him from the master, otherwise Yuxu will be the same one day."

A disciple will be a disciple of Yuxu for the rest of his life."

"Nonsense." Patriarch Bodhi shook his head and looked down at Xiang Nezha: "Don't listen to his deception. You are worshiping your master, not Yuxu Palace. Be good and call me Master."

Nezha glanced at Qin Yao and rolled his eyes: "It's okay to call, but you can't do without the greeting gift, right?"

Bodhi reached out and flicked his smooth forehead, laughing and scolding: "Naughty boy."

Nezha chuckled and said, "I don't want you to lose face. In front of these people, people will definitely say what kind of treasures did Patriarch Bodhi give when he accepted his disciples and grandchildren."

Bodhi said: "So I still have to thank you? Thank you for considering me so much."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Nezha said, "So, where is the gift?"

Bodhi thought for a moment, then took out a long golden spear from his hands and handed it to Nezha: "Baby boy, do you know the name of this spear?"

Looking at the Sinnoh lines on the spear and the faint fire shining on the long and narrow spear head, Nezha's eyes instantly lit up.

Judging from the appearance alone, this spear is much more advanced than the thunder whip given by the master.

"Master, what is the name of this spear?"

Bodhi smiled slightly and said: "This spear is called Jingye, and it shocked the world in the prehistoric era. It is famous for its magical fire, which shocked the night. In terms of rank, it is the second-class gun, um, the first-class one.

The gun has gone missing, so it’s fair to say it’s first class.”

"Bang."

Nezha immediately knelt down, spread his hands and raised them high: "Thank you, Master, for the treasure."

Bodhi put the spear on his hands, and Nezha suddenly felt his hands feel slightly heavy. He used his spiritual thoughts to detect it, and felt a surge of flames, which made his eyes suddenly burning.

Li Jing watched this scene quietly and thought to himself: My son is still blessed. His teacher just lost a backer, and then he found another one, and he got such a powerful treasure...

Sure enough, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other!

At this time, Nezha caressed the Nightmare Gun fondly, but did not forget his master: "Master, here is my master's gift."

Bodhi rolled his eyes: "You pretend to be a dutiful son and let me bleed? You're asking for a beating!"

Nezha said: "As long as you give my master a gift, you can give me a good beating."

Bodhi laughed silently, shook his head, then looked at Qin Yao, took out a slender green, gleaming six-section bamboo pole from his backhand, and handed it forward: "Here it is for you."

"bamboo?"

Nezha frowned and said, "Master, why are you so stingy? You don't have to be like this if you're from another generation, right?"

Bodhi was so angry with him that he ignored Qin Yao's outstretched hands, picked up the bamboo pole and knocked the naughty kid on the forehead.

In an instant, Nezha found that his vision, smell, taste, hearing, touch, and intuition had all disappeared.

I can't see, smell, feel, hear, or touch. Even my thinking seems to be frozen and I can no longer think.

This feeling was so terrifying that it filled his eyes with fear, but he had no choice but to do anything.

Then, Bodhi touched his head, and Nezha returned to normal. He looked at the bamboo in the other person's hand with lingering fear: "It's so scary. He was hit so lightly. He didn't even feel any pain, so he didn't feel any pain."

It feels like it has been turned into a stone...Master, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

"You know how powerful you are, now do you still think that Master, I am stingy?" Bodhi snorted, saying that all laughter, anger and curses are all from the heart, as he pleases.

Nezha had a flattering smile on his face and said: "Children's words are not forbidden, children's words are not forbidden, I just said it casually. Master, please tell me quickly, what kind of treasure is this."

Bodhi turned around and handed the bamboo pole to Qin Yao's hand, and said calmly: "This is one of the ten innate spiritual roots of bitter bamboo. It can destroy the six consciousnesses, that is, seal the opponent's eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body.

, consciousness can make people lose consciousness in an instant. During the battle, if your opponent suddenly loses all consciousness, how can he beat you?"

Qin Yao silently grasped the bamboo pole with slightly cool tentacles, but a name quickly flashed in his mind: Six Pure Bamboos!

In the original work of Fengshen, Zhunti once used this treasure to create the prototype of Wuyunxian, and then threw it into the Bade Pond in Lingshan, where it became an ornamental pet turtle.

Who is this Wuyunxian?

When fighting alone, he knocked down the red sperm in three rounds, turned around and defeated Guangchengzi again with a hammer, and his identity in the Jiejiao was the leader of the Seven Immortals.

Such an unparalleled demon king finally fell to the fate of an ornamental fish. The horror of being a god and calamity is evident.

This aspect also illustrates the importance of taking sides. Qin Yao feels that unless Patriarch Hongjun can stand with Tongtian Cult Leader, no one else can win if they stand by his side!

Having said that, this bamboo seems to prove one thing.

Bodhi is either Zhunti's clone, or one of the three corpses of the other party.

A while ago, I reminded Tongtian Sect to be wary of Western religions, but now I have worshiped Bodhi as my teacher. This is just a trick of fate...

at the same time.

Tour the palace.

Sitting cross-legged on the blue cloud bed, Master Tongtian slowly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Under the cloud bed, a Taoist with a long beard and black face, wearing soap clothes and a silk ribbon around his waist, looked strong and fierce and asked in a low voice: "Master, why are you sighing?"

Tongtian said: "I lament that fate is unpredictable and things in the world are unpredictable. Immortal Wu Yun, do you know the name of Shen Gongbao?"

The Taoist nodded: "I've heard that he is the Golden Immortal with the lowest cultivation, lowest strength, and lowest evaluation in the Chan Sect."

"It is irrefutable that his cultivation and strength are the lowest, but his evaluation is the lowest because of prejudice."

Tongtian waved his hands and said: "I can see that this demon has a beautiful chest, unparalleled intelligence, and far-reaching vision. I, the disciple of Jiejiao, lack such a think tank and strategist.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Therefore, I personally set the stage to alienate the relationship between him and Chanmen, and finally achieved something, which made Yuanshi expel him from the school.

But I never thought that even so, he had no intention of choosing me to teach him, but instead worshiped Bodhi."

His sword formation map is still in Qin Yao's body, so he can check the opponent's situation at any time...

In fact, if the other party is willing to switch to Jie Jiao, the Zhu Xian Sword Picture and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian are the meeting gifts given to the other party.

Yuan Shi can take away the Four Swords of Zhuxian from Shen Gongbao, then he can get the swords back from Yuxu Palace!

Wu Yunxian was a little surprised and asked: "Master, who is this Bodhi?"

"Bodhi."

Tongtian's eyes flickered and he said faintly: "A very interesting existence."

That night.

Qin Yao stood on the fairy cloud of Bodhi, and was led by the other party to a strange mountain. He saw that the mountain was entangled with old trees with dead vines, and there was an ancient journey across the world.

The crow of the quiet bird is near, and the sound of the fountain is clear.

There are many valleys surrounded by orchids, and moss grows on the cliffs everywhere.

Looking down from a high altitude, it feels like one mountain and one world.

Bodhi waved his whisk, and brought Qin Yao down from the clouds, and came to a stone tablet. On this stone tablet were engraved with ten big characters: Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xianyue Sanxing Cave.

"Let's go."

Bodhi said lightly, climbed up the steps, crossed the stone monument, and walked into the cave. The cave was full of heaven and earth: fairy deer were singing, phoenixes were spreading their wings, and spiritual apes and cranes could be seen everywhere. It was a fairyland. Wonderful home.

Shaoqing, Bodhi took him to a lotus seat, turned around and sat on the lotus seat, and asked leisurely: "Do you need my help with your injury?"

Qin Yao said without hesitation: "Need it!"

Although Yuan Shi did not abolish his cultivation, his rough behavior of seizing the sword damaged his foundation.

If he were to repair it himself, it would probably take at least hundreds of years of hard work.

With the help of his master, he wouldn't be such a hero.

Bodhi tore open the void in front of him, took out a fist-sized water ball from a glittering golden treasure pool, then closed the void like a zipper, and hit Qin Yao with the water ball.

The moment the water ball touched Qin Yao's body, it passed through the physical body and reached the soul, turning into streams of pure power to repair the broken kingdom of God.

In just a moment, the injury that had almost become a hidden danger was healed. Qin Yao even felt a sense of improvement, and the five qi in his body were ready to move...

"Thank you, Master."

Qin Yao paid homage and said sincerely.

Bodhi shook his head, and then stretched his palm out of Qin Yao's kingdom like the beginning of time, gently pulled out the stone plate given by Tongtian, and finally delivered it to Qin Yao: "You can't afford this thing. In two days Go to Biyou Palace to pay it back."

"Master, is this the Immortal Killing Sword Formation?" Qin Yao asked.

Bodhi said: "It's not just that! This sword array contains the supreme swordsmanship inheritance that reaches the sky. Let's talk about it. He thinks highly of you."

Qin Yao: "..."

Among the three religions, Yuanshi abandoned him like a shoe, while Tongtian held him in high esteem.

Among the two saints, Jie Yin turned a blind eye to him, while Zhunti treated him favorably.

This feeling is really complicated.

Thinking of Bodhi's great saint, Qin Yao pursed his lips and couldn't help but ask: "Master, are you a Buddha or a Tao?"
To be continued...