Chapter 830 – Martial Artist Attacks Mountain

Hsu Mansion.

Bai Ji and Xu Ling Yin frolicked in the garden, chasing butterflies among the flower beds.

After Xu Qi’an’s mediation, Xu Lingyin accepted Bai Ji as a friend, not a prey.

Since we’re friends, of course we can’t eat it.

The two have been playing every day for a while now, and being like-minded (and intellectually equal), they both feel like they have a close companion.

After playing around for a while, Shirahime held her head high and looked at the childish children in the humans and chirped:

“Did you steal my chicken leg? I saved it for my aunt yesterday.”

Xu Suoyin’s rounded little face was visibly flustered as she braced herself and said:

“Not at all!”

She was loud, as if she thought it would hide her weakness.

The little white fox cocked his head, skeptical:

“Really?”

Xu Lingyin shook her head vigorously, “It must have been my master who stole the food, think about it, isn’t she a glutton.”

Bai Ji tilted her head to the other side and pondered for a long time, realizing that this was really the case, she instantly believed Xu Suoyin’s words and exasperatedly said:

“Yeah, she’s an old glutton for punishment, she must have stolen my chicken leg.”

Little Beanpole was relieved and felt as if he had survived a robbery and managed to break through the barrier by virtue of his resourcefulness, courage and composure.

“No more games, I’m going to find my aunt.”

Paige acted like a little girl who couldn’t stay away from her mom.

“Let’s go find my mother, my mother is in the hall, where we can continue playing.” Xu Lingyin didn’t have fun.

“Your mother isn’t pretty, I’m not looking for her.” Baiji said.

“My mother is pretty.” Xu Lingyin raised a shallow eyebrow.

“Just not pretty, my aunt is the prettiest.” Bai Ji lifted her paw and slapped the ground hard to add to her aura.

“tui!”

The little djinn spat at it angrily.

“TUI!”Bai Ji immediately returned the favor.

Ringtone Hsu: “tuitui …….”

Paige: “tuitui, tui ……..”

Ringtone Hsu: “tuituitui, tui ……..”

A man and a fox sprayed each other’s saliva, sprayed for a long time, dry mouth, then both left, agreed to come back after a while, and then decided to win.

Bai Ji’s fur is slimy, and he came to the water tank in the kitchen with ease, jumped in, and swam in the water with his two small, palm-sized bodies, his short limbs paddling.

After washing away Xu Lingyin’s saliva, it leapt out of the water tank, its fur shaking violently, shaking out dense droplets of water.

Then he disappeared as a white shadow and headed to Mu Nanjian’s room.

Squeak~ At the sound of the window opening, Shirahime burrowed into the house, sniffing and smelling a familiar odor.

On the brocade collapse, Mu Nanjian God face tired slumber, bare round and snow-white shoulders, exquisite collarbone and slender neck, of course, there is a national color, suitable for joy and anger of the world’s face.

Scattered on the floor were bellybuttons, romper skirts, silk pants, white socks, and other clothing.

Auntie showed her true face again ……… Baiji scurried over cheerfully and fought her way over the edge of the bed, hitting her little belly on the edge of the bed, but it didn’t matter, and with a few skillful, hard stomps on her hindquarters, she climbed onto the bed.

It came to the side of Mu Nanjian’s face and stretched out its wet pink tongue, licking Auntie’s cheeks vigorously.

Every time he sees his aunt’s real face, he stops wanting to be a fox and thinks about a happy licking dog.

“tuitui…….”

Bai Ji suddenly twisted her head around and spat a few times.

Auntie’s face smells like Xu Qi’an, it’s annoying.

Mu Nan gardenia eyelashes slightly moving, awakened, first wiped the saliva on the face, then stretched out the lotus root arm cupped up the small white fox, placed on the chest mound, tone of languid said:

“I thought I said no disturbing Auntie’s sleep.”

Bai Ji was quick to sue:

“Xu Ling Yin bullied me, Auntie you help me to beat her up.”

Mu Nan gardenia heart said you two relationship is not quite good it.

She responded with a yawn as she mouthed the words:

“Go out and play out and don’t disturb Auntie’s sleep.”

She was too lazy to care about the conflicts and drama between her children, as long as Xu Lingyin didn’t eat Bai Ji.

“Hmph, I’m looking for Xu Yinluo to take revenge for me, others na!” Bai Ji angrily raised her claws, sheepishly and feebly hitting Mu Nanjian a few times.

“Ran off to the West to fight.” Mu Nanjian yawned.

The smelly man had pumped a lot of spirit energy out of her last night, causing her to be weak and tired and drained, otherwise with her physique, she would need to sleep?

“Stinky brat! Stirring up my dreams!”

Mu Nanjian brewed a little sleep, failed to fall asleep, backhanded Bai Ji’s brain, looked at the head of the bed curtain, sighed.

The last time Xu Qi’an had gone out of his way to extract her spirit essence was when Luo Yu Heng crossed the threshold.

This meant that there was a vicious battle in the Western Region that was even more vicious and terrifying than the battle of the Tribulation, because he was only a second rank then, and now he was a first rank.

………..

Aranta.

The sky in the West is as blue as a wash, far clearer than anywhere else.

The landscape is also characterized by a roughness that is far less delicate and fertile than that of the Central Plains.

By the quietly flowing river, a few yaks lowered their heads to nibble on the grass, sometimes tilting their heads and emitting high-pitched chirps. In the distance, at the foot of the mountains, the meadows are undulating, and the White Head Mountain is majestic and magnificent.

That’s Aranta.

The holy mountain of Buddhism.

Excluding the servants, there were more than 9,300 monks in Aranta, including more than 5,000 monks and soldiers and more than 4,000 Zen masters, who were the direct lineage of those who had lived in Aranta for a long time to practice Zen and realize the Buddha.

The Buddhist sect has developed in the western region for thousands of years and is deeply rooted. Among the western countries, many nobles and commoners practiced Buddhism and went on pilgrimage to Alanta every year, only that these people were dispersed in the vast western region, and it was difficult to convene them in a short period of time.

The sunlight poured over the golden tiles of one of the halls, and the whole of Aranta was refracting radiant light.

There was no Buddhist chanting in Aranta today, and it was strangely silent.

The two hundred and eight halls of the Holy Mountain, the square in front of each hall was densely packed with monks, their hands clasped together and their faces solemn, as if they were waiting for something, greeting something.

Arantha has enemies!

Just recently.

These 4,000 or so Zen masters and 5,000 or so martial arts monks were both confident and apprehensive.

The apprehension lay in the fact that this was the only encounter they had ever had in their lives, and that in their lives, long or short, Aranta had been a sacrosanct presence, and no enemy had ever dared to strike Aranta.

Confidence is because more than four thousand Zen masters formed a Zen formation, two hundred and eight halls, is two hundred and eight formations, and there are three bodhisattvas in the main formation, the defense can be said to be as solid as gold.

Who else in the world can break this amazing formation?

“Sitting meditation!”

Suddenly, the indistinguishable but unusually grand voice of Bodhisattva Guangxian resounded in the ears of every monk.

Almost all of the monks subconsciously felt a chill in their hearts, the martial monks were like enemies, and the Zen master immediately entered into meditation without saying a word.

…………

At the foot of Mount Aranda, a tall and stout headless giant stood proudly.

He was shirtless, revealing strong, toned muscles, and underneath was a pair of linen pants.

His *** glowed faintly, as if his eyes, the

Shenshu was a red-hot charcoal, and the air around him was twisted, like boiling, rolling water.

This was a kind of “forbidden by heaven and earth” potential, the unique potential of a first-grade martial artist, which caused the elements of heaven and earth to become disorganized just by standing there.

When Xu Qi’an had fought with Desolation overseas, such a potential had also erupted.

The Zen master on the aranta had already settled down, ancient and unperturbed, but the martial monks guarding the side, one by one, were creeped out and had chills running down their spines.

Shenshu took a step forward, and with a “buzzing” sound, he crashed into a golden barrier of Buddha’s light.

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PS: Had some stuff going on today, writer’s party and other business, things were kinda heavy. Also, just beat up the eagle and then took the time to code out a chapter, so the word count is a bit low.