Thinking of this, Chen An frowned: "But it's not easy to deal with Li Zhen right now!"
Just as Chen An was thinking of a plan.
Feng Qingyao ran in: "Demon Lord, there are two people who look just like you outside!"
"The same as me?" Chen An was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
Feng Qingyao pointed at Chen An's shiny bald head.
"No one with long hair!"
Chen An rolled his eyes. "What do you mean by no hair? This is... uh, a new hairstyle!"
Feng Qingyao was puzzled: "If there is no hair at all, what kind of hairstyle is it called?"
"Come on, what are their names?"
"There's someone named Guiyi, who says he's familiar with the Demon Lord's people."
"Oh, it's them." Chen An was suddenly surprised: "Don't you know they are monks?"
"What is a monk?" Feng Qingyao frowned, seeming puzzled.
Chen An looked at Feng Qingyao's puzzled expression and understood that when this woman was trapped in Tianya, Buddhism had not yet appeared.
Only after the Heavenly Demon Palace disappeared did Buddhism establish itself in the Pure Land.
Chen An didn't explain too much and asked Feng Qingyao to bring the person over!
moment!
Two bald men walked in.
Guiyi immediately sent a message to Chen An anxiously: "Mr. Chen, run!"
Chen An heard this but remained indifferent. Instead, he looked at the fat monk next to Guiyi, even with interest.
When Gui saw that Chen An didn't run away, he winked at Chen An, as if he wanted to convey a message.
But after a moment, Guiyi felt depressed. It seemed that this Mr. Chen was not smart enough. He talked and gestured, but Guiyi just couldn't understand what he meant.
But at this moment!
The fat monk put his hands together, looking solemn and dignified: "I am a poor monk, honored to meet you, benefactor!"
Chen An narrowed his eyes: "Monk, what are you doing here?"
"Check your true identity!" Fashang raised his eyes and looked at Chen An's shiny bald head.
Chen An raised his eyebrows: "Whose true identity are you checking?"
"Donor Chen."
Before the Dharmakāya's voice fell, the Dharmakāya suddenly slapped Chen An with his palm.
Chen An watched Faxiang's attack, seemingly indifferent, yet seemingly unable to avoid it at all.
In an instant, the terrifying aura from the Dharmakāya's palm oppressed Chen An so much that his facial muscles were shaking.
There seemed to be a strong wind howling, and Chen An's robes rustled.
But just when the Dharmakāya thought it had killed the enemy with one strike.
Fashang's figure suddenly stopped, and a spear suddenly appeared between him and Chen An.
Almost at the same time, a woman in a black flowered skirt with an extremely enchanting appearance appeared beside him. Fashang watched helplessly as his murderous intent disappeared in an instant.
His body was oppressed by two terrifying forces.
Dharma Image was also straightforward. He immediately withdrew his palm and put his hands together: "Amitabha, well done, well done!"
Chen An watched as the Dharma image retracted his hand, as if he had not attacked him at all.
At this moment, they couldn't help but clap their hands together: "Pa pa..."
"Master, your skill in changing faces is rare in the world!"
The Dharma Image had drooped eyelids, looking dignified and solemn. "As expected, once I put it to the test, I found that you were surrounded by experts. You must be the one I'm looking for!"
Chen An sighed, "Tsk tsk... If it weren't for those two, your monk's test would have gone awry and cost me my life, right?"
The Dharma image is still as majestic and solemn as ever: "Donor, you have misunderstood. Monks never kill."
Chen An's smile became brighter and brighter, but the atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing, especially Yang Da and Feng Qingyao, whose powerful aura locked the Dharma image tightly.
At this moment, Chen An, with a smile on his face, secretly sent a message: "Yang Er, quickly contact Yang Da to come back!"
The undead demon guard holding a spear next to him suddenly emitted a black light in his eyes and nodded slightly.
Feng Qingyao stood beside Chen An, staring at the chubby monk with narrowed eyes: "Master Demon Lord, the murderous intent of this fat man just now was not fake!"
Chen An said with a smile: "Qingyao, please don't misunderstand me. I think this master is just joking with me!"
The Dharma Image smiled slightly. "My benefactor, I have come here specifically to seek you out. I have a Buddhist connection that belongs to you alone. However, since you are not available today, I will come another day."
Having said this, Fashang wanted to leave.
But Chen An smiled and said, "I am very busy today. Why are you so impatient? It doesn't seem like the mentality of a Buddhist."
The Dharma image had already turned around, but suddenly saw another strong man with a pale face, wearing armor and holding a spear, appear at the door.
Dharma Image slowly turned around, clasping his hands together and saying, "Since you have time, I will discuss this Buddhist connection with you!"
"Oh? Then I'm quite interested!"
Chen An smiled as if he had met a friend he hadn't seen for many years.
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