Chapter 296 Ji Ni: Of Course It’s Me

"Old bald donkey, when have I, Xijumo, ever been wronged like this? How dare you ask me to kneel down and beg for food? The Marquis is behind me today."

"Kneel down and knock your head back for me!"

Jiumozhi was infinitely arrogant at the moment, with his nostrils pointing upwards, a golden patch on his head, radiant brilliance, and the fairy light was extremely terrifying.

The crying Buddha looked a little ugly, glanced at Su Changqing aside, and his heart moved slightly.

"Who are you, and why do you have Emperor Ziwei's gold sticker?"

How rare is the Emperor Ziwei Gold Sticker? How could a Pure Yang Golden Immortal have it? I'm afraid that the most direct descendant of the Ji family may not have this thing.

"Monk, you are too involved. Since I gave out the gold sticker today, I will not take it back again." Su Changqing said calmly.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for the treasure!" Jiumozhi was immediately overjoyed.

The crying Buddha frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped disguising his identity.

Golden light surged around him, illuminating the space between heaven and earth. He was born on a golden lotus step by step, just like a golden lotus Buddha, but his face still looked like a bitter gourd, as if he was crying but not crying.

This is the true form of the Weeping Buddha, and he is also a Buddha-level figure in the Buddhist world today. The strength of the Great Heavenly Lord is even comparable to that of the Immortal Lord.

"Jiumozhi, I am the Weeping Buddha of the Western World. I have accepted you as my disciple and made you beg for eight years in order to hone your character."

The Weeping Buddha has a solemn appearance, his hands clasped together, suspended in the sky, staring at Jiumozhi, and said lightly.

"Since there is an expert here today, I will no longer train you as a teacher. Follow me into the Buddhist world."

The Twelve Fairies were stunned. They didn't expect that this beggar had such a distinguished status.

"Daughter of the Ji family, please pay homage to Kukou Buddha."

The twelve fairies all bowed and saluted. They were bound by etiquette and did not dare to go beyond the limits in the face of this powerful figure in the Buddhist world.

"Excuse me, Jiumozhi. When you see this dharma body, why don't you kneel down and worship me?"

The gentle voice of the Weeping Buddha came, roaring, the peaceful aura spread out, auspicious beasts floated beside the body, and the sun, moon and stars shrouded it.

This level of Daluo Tianzun is not only terrifying in strength, but once the true Dharma body appears, it can be said that the golden light covers the sky and the sun.

In the past, the Barefoot Immortal of the Ziwei Heavenly Court once crushed the fourth heaven with one foot. With his supreme power, he razed the Youchao clan to the ground.

When Jiumozhi saw this terrifying scene, he couldn't help but stay where he was.

However, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Changqing, and his confidence immediately doubled.

"My Lord Marquis is here, how can I let you bully me?"

Jiumozhi snorted coldly, and the golden patch on his head shone even brighter. It could be said that the golden light was dazzling and extremely eye-catching.

"When you see my Buddha, why don't you worship me?" the crying Buddha said calmly.

"If I kill you with this golden sticker, I wonder if you can resist?"

"Although Emperor Ziwei is the Emperor of the Ninth Level Heaven, he has made friends with me, Fosu Lai. If you use the gold sticker, will you not necessarily kill me?..."

The crying Buddha was silent for a moment, and then his voice came out, trembling slightly.

Although he is Daluo Tianzun, he is timid by nature and really can't figure out Su Changqing's identity.

If the other party was an important heir of the Ji family, a direct descendant like Ji Wuhen, there was no reason why he hadn't heard of it.

But if he wants Emperor Ziwei to kill him, the Buddhist world probably won't be willing...

"So, what about this sticker?" Su Changqing stretched out his palm lightly, and another gold sticker appeared.

This post is even more terrifying than Emperor Ziwei’s golden post, it’s just two words.

‘Shaoyang! ’

Just one glance at the Weeping Buddha felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes were blood red, and it was as if billions of sword lights were intertwining in front of his eyes.

"How come you have so many gold stickers?" Crying Buddha's expression changed drastically.

Oh my god, this kid shouldn't be a disciple of Hunyuan Taozu, right?

The former is Ziwei Emperor Gold Sticker, and the latter is definitely at the level of Da Luo Emperor, and may even be higher...

"How can you understand the power of my Marquis?" Jiumozhi sneered.

"Tell me your purpose." Su Changqing stared at the crying Buddha and said.

He didn't want to waste Brother Woodcutter's gold medal, but it was okay to suppress the crying Buddha.

"I have been wasting here for eight years. Do you think I just want you to be a beggar?" The crying Buddha had a trace of bitterness on his face and looked at Jiumozhi.

"I just want to find a disciple to inherit."

If he wanted to harm Jiumozhi, how could he stay here for eight years?

The crying Buddha felt extremely bitter in his heart at this moment, and almost cried out on his face. His large teardrops turned into golden lotus flowers, fell to the ground, and disappeared.

"I see, the young monk misunderstood you." Jiumozhi was startled and said quickly: "You are also Daluo Tianzun after all, why do you always look like crying?"

"I am practicing the art of crying. I am a Buddhist crying Buddha. Are you still not allowed to cry?"

The crying Buddha's heart was inevitably choked with sadness, and he looked towards Jiumozhidao.

"After I have mastered this magical power, even Daluo Tianzun will shed tears when he sees it, and will be sad when he hears it. Once I master the art of smiling, I won't have to do this anymore."

He has no descendants, and he came to the Nine Heavens world just to find a disciple to compete with the Smiling Buddha.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came here and worked hard to guard Jiumozhi for eight years, I was frightened to tears by Su Changqing's two gold stickers.

"Jiumozhi, how do you choose?" Su Changqing looked at Jiumozhi and said, "This senior is Daluo Tianzun. Although he has an average temperament, he is also very good."

"It seems that I was wrong. I heard that you are a twelve-year-old girl at night, but I didn't expect you to be such an extraordinary person. You are truly an extraordinary person."

The crying Buddha looked at Su Changqing with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

He was born to like suffering and cry. Like Jiumozhi, he was a complete ascetic. Even if he could get many things through cultivation, he would not do it.

In addition, the Weeping Buddha, the Laughing Buddha, and the Happy Buddha are both useless, so naturally, he dislikes the reputation of Su Changqing, a demon of lust.

But he didn't expect that the other party held two gold stickers, which were enough to control his life, but still spoke for him.

The twelve fairies on the side had slightly red faces and said nothing. They all remained silent for three nights, and nothing happened.

Su Changqing is worse than the monkey who made trouble in the palace back then.

Jiumozhi looked at Su Changqing, then at the Weeping Buddha, and seemed to have a feeling in his heart.

"Meet the Master!" He bowed and saluted, clasping his hands together in a dignified posture.

"I'm so happy to have my beloved disciple today, I should really cry! Wow~~"

"Cry!"

"Cry!"

He was crying and couldn't laugh, his face was flushed with excitement, so he had to hide his face and cry loudly. Tears fell like rain, almost flooding the ground.

The twelve fairies, Jiumozhi, and even Su Changqing were stunned.

Who has ever seen someone so happy?

My cassock got wet from crying.

"My teacher is very strong, but my brain seems to be weak..."

Jiumozhi's heart was numb, thinking that he, Xi Jiumo, Maharaja Mingwang, Tubo's national preceptor, actually worshiped a fool.

"In this case, I will take my disciple back to the Buddhist world."

After the crying Buddha finished crying, his eyes turned red, he looked at Su Changqing and said solemnly:

"Your Excellency has been rare for thousands of years. If I hadn't accepted you as a disciple today, I would have become friends with you for eight years!"

"Compared with the Smiling Buddha, the Happy Buddha and others, you are really impressed. Although they are both lustful and even have the reputation of being a demon in lust, they have their own rules."

Su Changqing remained silent, the devil in lust? Sounds so familiar...

Who told him the name of the devil in lust?

If Ji Xingyue knew about this, it would be troublesome.

"Of course it's me! Hahaha..."

A figure came from a distance, laughing loudly, with a majestic body, hair hanging down like gold threads, and a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was Ji Ni.

"I am a genius of the first level, and I am the master of twelve fairies at night. For three days and three nights, how can I not pass it on!"

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