Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Sir, I have assembled it."

While thinking about the problem of "Self-destructing Linglong Ball", Wang Qiye was interrupted by a soft whisper and then he looked over.

Su Yingmeng had already assembled one according to the diagram and the talisman array frame next to it. It seems that people with a basic knowledge are different. They can master a hundred things.

Wang Qiye glanced at Yu Jinyan who was sleeping soundly again, and sneered in his heart. Then he turned his head and found that the little maid's lips were slightly pale, her face was not very good, and the whole person seemed to be shaky. It was obvious that she was trying hard to prove her usefulness, which made people feel distressed.

"Go to bed now"

"Sir, I can keep watch for you. Someone is coming..."

Wang Qiye's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could no longer make a sound to stop her. With a knife, he knocked her unconscious, supported her body, and gently laid her on the ground. He also found a place that was shielded from view and lay down.

The rising sun dispelled the darkness and added a touch of color to the Habala Flag-grabbing Battle. The sun was not stingy and also enveloped Yu Jinyan, but it could not dispel the chill on her body.

Looking at the two assembled talisman array bases not far away, Yu Jinyan clenched her hands until they turned white, and her nails dug deeply into the flesh without her realizing it.

The thought came up again, but she felt a pair of colder eyes staring at her. Yu Jinyan hated her own weakness and cowardice. She took out the sesame seed cake from her storage bag and bit it hard as if it were the devil.

"Well done."

Wang Qiye leaned close to her ear and blew a prank at the end. He sent the defense talisman array frame to her and ignored her.

Wang Qiye came to Su Yingmeng and kicked her awake.

"Master, be careful!"

Su Yingmeng woke up from her sleep and felt something falling on her head. She quickly grabbed it and saw that it was two pancakes. Only then did she see clearly the environment she was in.

"boy"

"Eat quickly and recover your mana after eating. You have wasted long enough."

Wang Qiye glanced around. After a night, these spies of the Demon Cult had become more arrogant. It seemed that someone was backing them up again.

Wang Qiye looked up at the big flag, towering into the clouds. The sound of the whistling wind seemed to be ringing right next to his ears. It was truly a holy place.

"Amitabha, Donor Wang, I am here to beg for alms."

The square-faced monk appeared from nowhere, holding a bowl in his hand.

Wang Qiye directly mobilized his spiritual consciousness and took out 60 pancakes from his storage bag. But the monk stretched out his hand to block his bowl.

"Amitabha, I only want three. No more, no less."

Wang Qiye was stunned. It turned out that this monk really came to beg for alms. He nodded, left three cakes, and stuffed the rest back into the storage bag.

"Amitabha, Donor Wang, I would like to ask for another bowl of water."

The square-faced monk raised his bowl again and signaled Wang Qiye with his eyes.

"Monk, how much do you want this time?"

"Haha, Amitabha, begging for alms, begging for alms, of course it depends on what Donor Wang wants."

Wang Qiye felt that this monk's Buddhist practice was truly mysterious. He released a water ball technique.

The square-faced monk signaled with his eyes to continue.

Wang Qiye nodded and cast another water ball spell, filling the monk's bowl just enough.

"More, more."

The monk quickly stretched out his mouth and took a few big gulps from the full bowl, already drinking one third of it. Wang Qiye thought that this guy might have gone to sleep yesterday because he was tired, and even drank yesterday's portion. What would happen if no one gave him one day, Wang Qiye thought evilly in his heart.

"Amitabha, there is nothing to think about in my heart, nothing to worry about in my heart, nothing to worry about in my heart."

The monk shouted a Buddhist name and glared at Wang Qiye angrily.

"Why, monk, wanna fight?"

Wang Qiye took a big bite of the cake in his hand, his eyes shining.

"Amitabha, Donor Wang, monks cannot fight without having breakfast." Zhuang Baoxiang sat down cross-legged, put the bowl between his legs, and began to eat.

"cut"

Wang Qiye could only glance at him with contempt, cursed him as a coward in his heart, and turned his head away.

"Sir, I have finished eating. Is it really okay for me to recover my mana?"

Su Yingmeng came to Wang Qiye. She had already put the assembled talisman array base into the storage bag.

"You're talking too much nonsense. Don't you understand what I asked you to do? Or do you have other thoughts and don't want to recover your magic power to do things for me?"

Wang Qiye took a bite of the pancake and said in a deep voice.

"Please forgive me, sir. I dare not do that!"

Su Yingmeng knelt down directly.

Wang Qiye kicked her to the ground, feeling disgusted by her servility.

"Bitch, do what I tell you to do. Don't worry, if you do a good job, I will reward you handsomely, and you will not be left out. If you don't do a good job, I will chop you off first."

"Sir, calm down. I won't dare to do that again."

Su Yingmeng quickly turned her head around and lay on the ground trembling.

"Why don't you go and recover your mana quickly? You are wasting my time here."

Wang Qiye wanted to kick him again, but finally he endured it.

"Yes, sir. I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Su Yingmeng turned around and retreated, finding a secluded corner and hid herself.

"Amitabha, if you do one good deed a day, you will be rewarded."

When the square-faced monk came closer, his bowl had disappeared.

"Monk, can you come today for the good news you mentioned?"

Wang Qiye took a bite of the pancake and asked casually.

"Sincerity leads to spiritual success."

"Monk, are the sutras you are reciting true or false? Isn't my wish to die sincere?"

Now it was Wang Qiye's turn to glare at the monk, questioning how he could do everything except this.

"Amitabha, good, good. I was born into the gate of bliss and ended my worldly attachments. The donor is neither real nor fake, so how can I know whether he is real or fake?"

Zhuang Baoxiang had a solemn look on his face. The rising sun shone on his square, round face, shining with golden light, creating a kind of inharmonious beauty.

"Monk, you pissed me off!"

Wang Qiye was so angry that his hair stood up. A mountain breeze blew, making the hem of his Taoist robe rustle.

"Amitabha, if you have nothing to ask for and nothing to desire, but insist on having the final thought, you will end up with nothing. Look, it's going to rain today."

As soon as the monk finished speaking, a drizzle began to fall. The rain did not feel cold when it fell on the body, but was like a young girl gently caressing the cheek.

"Monk, since God wants to give you a meal, why don't you accept it?"

Wang Qiye had been confronted by the monk once, so naturally he was unwilling to swallow his loss and made sarcastic remarks.

"Amitabha, the heavens have intentions, but people are ruthless. People have intentions, but the heavens are ruthless."

The monk sat down cross-legged with his palms facing upwards, letting the rain hit his body and then flow out through his hands and onto the ground.

"No, no, the rain comes from the sky, and the Taoist tastes it first. If you ask about the meaning of wind and clouds, the fragrance is in your heart."

Wang Qiye also sat down cross-legged, with one knee on the ground and the other knee upright, his hands clasped around the upright knee. He stuck out his tongue and tasted the flavor of the world.

"Amitabha, I see that you have great wisdom, so why don't you come to my Buddhist sect and spread your divine light?"

The square-faced monk pointed to the sky with one hand and to the ground with the other. Half of the sun appeared in the sky, shining down, and a colorful silk ribbon was draped in the distance behind him.

"Wulian Tianzun, I see that the monk has a sharp eye for Dharma. Why don't you let me pass on the tradition and spread millions of blessings."

Wang Qiye raised his palm and lowered it. The sky was covered with dark clouds again, covering the sun. This time there was thunder, and a storm seemed to be brewing.

The two of them stared towards the north, where a group of demon sect members came, fearless of wind and rain. At a glance, there were about 20 to 30 of them, led by two people, rushing towards this side. These people came at the perfect time.

"Monk, have you ever done evil?"

This sound was accompanied by a thunder in the sky.

"Boom——"

"Amitabha, I have never done that. I would not even dare to step on an ant on the roadside."

"Hahahaha—no wonder, monk, you're reciting the wrong sutra!"

Wang Qiye stood up, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.

"I am reciting the authentic Kushan Xunhai Sutra, how could it be wrong?"

Fang Lian was very surprised.

"Nothing is wrong, but something is not wrong. Monk, you are obsessed with appearances."

Wang Qiye shook his head like a rattle, but there was not a single hair on his head. If he didn’t call him “Wulian Tianzun” all the time, he could really pretend to be a monk.

"Why?"

The square-faced monk was still confused and didn't even say his catchphrase "Amitabha".

"Monk, you must know that you should not be close to evil, and you should not know good. If you do not do evil, how can you do good?"

Wang Qiye nodded, and the monk finally understood.

"No, no, good is in the heart, evil is in the mouth. You are in me and I am in you."

The monk shook his head like a rattle, splashing the water everywhere.

"If you are not crazy, you cannot live; if you are not a demon, how can you become a Buddha?"

"Boom——"

As soon as these words came out, the thunder in the sky became louder, and the rain became three times heavier. Even the group of people walking in the rain quickened their pace. Wang Qiye drew out the sword and threw it into the mud. He casually made a knife flower. The sharp blade shone with a cold light, illuminating the entire Habala Flag-Grabbing Battle.

"No way, no way."

The monk shook his hands like a rattle, and the bright sword light shattered his fingers and floated in a pair of big copper bell eyes.

"You must know that even the Buddha dared to cut off his flesh to feed the eagle. Monk, why don't you dare to join the game and win half a step against heaven!"

Wang Qiye only left a back view to the monk, and 400 talismans flew towards Su Yingmeng. Wang Qiye had not seen what talismans Yu Jinyan took, but he counted which ones he was missing, and thought they should be pretty good.

The square-faced monk's eyes flickered, and the solemn look on his face was gone, as if an invisible hand had molded his face into various shapes. Occasionally, a thunderous roar passed by, and his face could not be seen clearly, revealing a scene of what kind.

The rain in the wind stretched the shadow of the black-robed Taoist priest very long. Wang Qiye was too lazy to even use the water ball technique, and greedily sucked this gift from heaven. Maybe he would not even have the strength to breathe later, so he might as well drink his fill now.

Standing in front of the two foundation-building monks, Wang Qiye was fearless in the face of their puzzled gazes. He hooked his finger at one of them and grinned, revealing a cruel look.

Fang Qingtian simply waved his hand, and two people stood up on his left and right.

"You little brat, it's not too late for you to kowtow and beg for mercy now. We can let you go."

Wang Qiye wiped his face with his hand, and sighed that this was the real devil cult, so thick-skinned that they could pretend not to see it. Since you won't do it, I will.

“Hahahaha—you bunch of rats, you dare to talk about courage? Today, I will let you see for yourself that the sword energy of Lingxi Valley is ninety thousand miles long!”

Wentian casually made a knife flower, pointing diagonally to the sky, and the rain flowed down Wentian, into his sleeves, and then down his arms, soaking his whole body. After Wang Qiye's boiling blood, bursts of white steam rose, and even the heavy rain could not suppress it, making this black-robed bald man even more mysterious.

"Whether you are a Taoist or a Buddhist, it's just ridiculous. I will save you today!"

The two demon sect monks could no longer hold back, and rushed over, one holding a ghost-head broadsword and the other holding a three-finger long sword.

When they were about to get close, 500 attack talismans turned into a gorgeous ocean, which was so charming in this stormy night. Wang Qiye took advantage of this wave and Wentian easily cut off two heads.

The others were all terrified, retreating while using magic to extinguish the storm. Only those who dodged quickly and fled to the sides early were able to escape.

When the storm subsided, the two foundation-building masters felt ashamed. Out of 30 people who came, 5 of them were slaughtered in one encounter.

"Boom——"

As if to highlight the mood of Fang Qingtian and Fan Shiliang, the rain got heavier.

"Whoever kills this little Taoist priest will be rewarded with a storage bag, one thousand spirit stones, a magic weapon, and a beauty."

Fan Shiliang opened his arms and roared to the sky, with a fierce light in his eyes, vowing to cut the bald man in black robe into pieces.

As soon as he finished speaking, pairs of greedy eyes lit up in the storm. Spotlights shone on the bald man in black, competing with the white mist on his body.