More importantly, his disciple seemed to be very familiar with Senior Ba Song. Daoist Priest Wu Yinzi was dumbfounded. When did his disciple get to know Senior Ba Song?
Just as Daoist Priest Wu Yinzi was in deep thoughts, Senior Ba Song, Su Shan Xu Ansheng, Ancient Sage Spirit Butterfly, and two other young fellow daoists slowly descended from the sky. Ancient Sage Spirit Butterfly was holding a little girl in his bosom … Ancient Sage Yinzhu?
Song Shuhang smiled and stepped forward, shaking hands with the western monk, and said, "It's been a while since we last saw each other after we finished the performance of Apocalypse War. I didn't expect to meet you here. As expected, there's some fate between us. "
"I also didn't expect to meet Song Qianbei here. Song Qianbei, your style is even more graceful than before," the western monk replied in familiar Chinese.
Daoist Priest Wu Yinzi, who was still activating the sealing formation, was dumbfounded after hearing this. His disciple had actually acted in (Apocalypse War)? Why didn't he have any impression of it?
"Unfortunately, I only had a brief scene after the release of Apocalypse War. Moreover, I was in the middle of a crowd, showing the side of my face. However, I'm still very satisfied. After all, the director is a great artist in my heart, "the western monk replied with a foolish smile.
"In that case, if we have another movie to shoot in the group, we'll definitely give Great Master a positive role," Song Shuhang said as his gaze fell on the kasaya of the western monk.
Wasn't this kasaya the same emerald-green kasaya that he and the western monk had exchanged for?
"Great Master, are you satisfied with this emerald-green kasaya?" Song Shuhang said with a smile.
The western monk gave him a thumbs up. "It's very useful! Song Qianbei, this kasaya you gave me is very good! I'm so satisfied with it that I'm speechless. Many times when I was transcending evil spirits, I relied on its protection to save my life. "
"???" Daoist Priest Wu Yinzi.
"Pfff …"
This emerald-green kasaya was actually something that Hegemon BaSong had exchanged with his disciple?
When he found out that the Daoist robe that he gifted to his disciple had been traded by his disciple for a kasaya, he was furious.
After giving his disciple a good beating, Wu Yinzi made up his mind that if he ever met a fellow Daoist who exchanged a kasaya with his disciple, he would …
I don't dare, I don't dare, I don't dare!
"That's right, Master. Did you pass your master's test? "Song Shuhang asked curiously.
He remembered that the western monk had once looked for him and wanted to temporarily exchange the emerald-green kasaya for his daoist robe so that he could return to the sect to participate in the ceremony. Unfortunately, the Taoist robe in Song Shuhang's hands was destroyed at that time, so he was unable to help.
"Of course I passed. Although I was beaten up by Master, I still successfully passed in the end." The western monk laughed and stretched out his hand to untie the emerald-green kasaya he was wearing. Then, he gently swung it and flipped it over.
The interior of the emerald kasaya was covered with the outer skin of a Daoist robe.
The western monk wore the kasaya inside out, fastened several hidden buttons, and fastened a belt around his waist. In the blink of an eye, the kasaya had turned into a Daoist robe.
"Great Master, you're really a genius," Song Shuhang said in praise.
Jouko Hagi also nodded and said, "Great Master's train of thought is very unique. As expected of the man that Song Qianbei has taken a fancy to."
Even Su Clan's Shiliu couldn't help but look at the western monk with such a strange train of thought.
The western monk rubbed his head and smiled bashfully.
Song Shuhang used his divine sense to check the state of the Great Master, and said in praise, "I haven't seen you for some time. Great Master, your power of virtue has increased by a lot. It's worth celebrating. "
The western monk was different from Song Shuhang's ability to gather the power of virtue through lectures. The western monk was using the method of ferrying souls to the afterlife and burying evil spirits to accumulate virtue. Every bit of virtue he had was solid.
In this regard, Song Shuhang had to call the other party 'Great Master'.
"Song Qianbei, your power of virtue has increased even more," the western monk replied.
Song Shuhang faintly smiled, and said, "In this regard, it's all thanks to you, Great Master, that you imparted to me (Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture) and (Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk). If you hadn't imparted me the soul ferrying technique, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to condense my light of virtue."
If the western monk hadn't imparted him with the (Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture) and the (Transcendent Transcendence Technique), he wouldn't have had the opportunity to condense the virtuous lamia, and his first group tribulation would have ended in failure. He might have even died during his first tribulation of the Eighth Stage Xuansheng Stage.
In the rear, Book of Oceans and Daoist Nun Miao Qing were dumbfounded.
They looked at the western monk with astonished expressions. Senior Ba Song's virtue ferrying technique was actually imparted to him by this western monk?
In the rear, Daoist Priest Wu Yinzi also had an expression of disbelief on his face. He hadn't misheard, and it was his western disciple who had imparted the (Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture) transcendence technique to Hegemon BaSong? And it wasn't Hegemon BaSong who had taught his disciple?
"It's all thanks to you, Song Qianbei. I just played a small role in it," the western monk replied modestly.
Song Shuhang looked at the bald, daoist robed western monk and asked, "Now then, Great Master, do you still want to go back to your sect?"
"Actually, I still have to go back every year. But due to my bald head, if I go back, my teacher will get angry. In fact, my teacher will become the target of ridicule by the other members of the sect. " The western monk stroked his bald head and said resolutely, "But I'll never grow my hair. Therefore, I won't go back unless I have to."
In the rear, Daoist Priest Wu Yinzi hadn't expected that his disciple would be so considerate toward him. He silently shed tears of gratitude, and decided to give this fool a good beating when he got back.
"In that case, I might have a magical technique that suits your needs, Great Master," Song Shuhang said with a smile.
After saying this much, he took out his mobile phone and contacted Senior Creation.
After getting Senior Creation's approval, Song Shuhang took out a notebook from his Inner World and quickly wrote down the principles of the (Hair Growing Technique) on it.
Then, he tore off the page of the (Hair Growing Technique) and gave it to the western monk. "This magical technique is called the (Hair Growing Technique). If Great Master wants to go back to the sect in the future, you can use this technique to grow your long hair. After the ceremony of the sect is over, you can go down the mountain and shave your long hair. I believe that Great Master will be able to use this magical technique. After you finish learning it, remember to burn this piece of paper. "
After the western monk took the piece of paper containing the (Hair Growing Technique), he gratefully held Song Shuhang's hands and said, "Thank you, Song Qianbei, thank you very much. With this, I can go back to the sect and grow a daoist crown. After I'm done, I can shave my hair. It's so beautiful, so beautiful! "
"…" Daoist Priest Wu Yinzi looked at the sky in despair.
He couldn't help but curse in his heart.
But since it was too uncivilized, he could only swallow the curse in his heart.
"Right, Song Qianbei, did you also come here to deal with the absurd evil here?" The western monk suddenly remembered something important and asked.
Song Shuhang nodded and said, "It just so happens that I wanted to use the absurd evil to do some experiments and collect some materials for a senior. Therefore, I wanted to farm some of the absurd evil to store up."
"That's great." The western monk happily turned around and said to Wu Yinzi, "Teacher, we don't need to call for reinforcements!"
"!!!" Song Shuhang was speechless.
Then, he looked at the exhausted daoist priest who was bitterly supporting the barrier.
Is this the western monk's teacher?
This is awkward!
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