Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Standing in the crowd, Zhao Ke heard someone beside him speak.

With a glance, a middle-aged man in a hemp robe kept shaking his head and said.

After finishing speaking, the two monks beat the fat pig again, and pouted: "It's a pity, it's a pity that such a good seedling is ruined by others. It's a waste of the dragon spirit..."

Zhao Ke's pupils tightened when he heard this.

It will be a matter of time before the two monks lose.

They are not bad in strength, but they are far from being the opponent of Fat Pig.

It's just relying on the Buddhist King Kong, who specializes in subduing evil ways, to be able to survive in front of the fat pig until now.

So it is not difficult to see that the two monks are going to lose.

However, this middle-aged man could still see the dragon aura on Fat Pig, which surprised Zhao Ke.

The dragon aura on Fat Pig's body is because he devoured the essence of dragon veins.

But this ray of dragon energy is so slight that he may not be aware of it, but the other party can see it at a glance.

This surprised Zhao Ke, and he couldn't help but secretly said: "This place really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Seeing the other party shaking his head vigorously, Zhao Ke couldn't help leaning forward and asking, "What's the pity?"

"Hmm~"

The middle-aged man glanced back at Zhao Ke, and couldn't help saying mysteriously: "It's a pity that he swallowed the dragon energy but couldn't digest it. It must have been interrupted midway, otherwise he would be the body of a Yaksha now. A bald man will never be entangled until now."

Zhao Ke's complexion changed slightly for a moment, and he asked tentatively, "Then is there a remedy?"

"Hey Hey."

The middle-aged man grinned brightly showing his big yellow teeth, but he didn't say a word about how soon.

Zhao Ke, who had hit a soft nail, stood aside and couldn't help thinking about how to get something out of the other party's mouth.

A fat pig is the body of a zombie.

There are very few suitable stamps that can be encountered.

Otherwise, the strength will not improve so slowly.

If he could learn the remedial method, the fat pig's strength would increase a lot in a short period of time.

Just when Zhao Ke was thinking about how to say the next sentence.

The middle-aged man beside him turned his head and looked Zhao Ke up and down. His long hair fell loose, and his eyes made Zhao Ke a little uncomfortable, as if his secret was exposed in front of the other party without hiding.

"I didn't realize that you are practicing Mahayana Buddhism. Why do you still have some supernatural powers of Tantric Buddhism and Zen Buddhism, but Buddhism is not your major. It's strange."

The Bone Temple comes from the White Horse Temple, which is the first-class Mahayana Buddhism.

But the Baijiao Buddhist beads obtained by Zhao Ke, the Wuxiang Sword Sutra inside, is the supernatural power of Tantric Buddhism.

There are also those who have been inherited from the pagoda in the mysterious place, the Zen dragon elephant skill, and the vajra cover.

No wonder he was repeatedly praised by the other party.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Zhao Ke already had a corresponding method in his mind, and brought out the set of rhetoric he used to deal with Miao Daoyi.

Hearing that Zhao Ke actually cultivated both Buddhism and Taoism, and also worshiped as a master of Maoshan.

The middle-aged man didn't believe it, and asked: "The Maoshan sect is inherited by Sanmao Zhenjun, and he majors in ghosts. Apart from this human zombie beside you, I don't see any Maoshan skills you have?"

Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect the middle-aged man's eyes to be so sharp.

However, when Zhao Ke came up with this set of rhetoric, he naturally had a reason not to be afraid of being questioned, only to see Zhao Ke lightly fiddled with the palm of his hand.

Sheyuan took the cup on the table not far away with ease.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world, he smiled ecstatically and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, the soul-destroying hand is a sinister and vicious technique. On the contrary, there are infinite mysteries.”

When Zhao Ke got the Sheyuan Hand, he learned from the cookbook that the Sheyuan Hand evolved from the Maoshan Zong's Soul Soul Hand.

At this time, the source of photography is used. Although there is no sinister and fierce style, the fundamentals will not change.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had already approved, Zhao Ke let out a long breath in his heart.

In fact, he is also using the other party as a touchstone.

After all, this set of rhetoric may have to face more big shots in the future. If loopholes are found out, my previous efforts may be in vain.

But even the unpredictable middle-aged man in front of him can recognize it, and Zhao Ke will feel more at ease in his heart.

"Senior has good eyesight, haven't you asked the name of the senior?"

"Famous name? Well... don't mention it, but since you are going to participate in this great debate on Buddhism and Taoism, I don't know if you want to become a Buddha or a Taoist in the end?"

The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Ke sharply, trying to get an answer from Zhao Ke.

Seeing this, the corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched.

Whether it is Buddha or Dao, the key is that he only knows ability.

Knowing what it is but not knowing why it is, is talking about people like Zhao Ke.

If you really want him to hold Buddhist scriptures or Taoist scriptures and say one, two, three, four, five, Zhao Ke promises to turn over the table and leave immediately.

Fortunately, Zhao Ke's adaptability is amazing, and he asked aggressively when facing the other party.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Ke's mind, his eyes were unprecedented, as if he was supercilious, he smiled contemptuously and said: "Buddha is Tao, and Tao is also Buddha.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, but he did not expect Zhao Ke to give such a ridiculous answer.

If this sentence is placed on the debate on Buddhism and Taoism, it is estimated that Zhao Ke will be regarded as heresy.

But the middle-aged man didn't mean to blame Zhao Ke, but nodded his head, seeming to agree with Zhao Ke's statement.

"Since senior knows my answer, but doesn't know the answer I want to know, can senior solve it?" Zhao Ke was still thinking about the fat pig.

Facing Zhao Ke's question, the middle-aged man just smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and an invisible soft force separated the fat pig who was fighting fiercely in front of him from the two monks.

The two monks took a deep breath, looked back, walked up quickly, and cupped their hands to the middle-aged man beside Zhao Ke: "Thank you, elder."