"If your so-called true ability is still the same old tricks, I advise you to save your energy."
The mysterious woman's voice surprised the Mad Monk. He asked in disbelief, "What? Old tricks? You speak as if you know everything about this old monk. I'm afraid you don't know how powerful this old monk is, do you? "
"If I remember correctly, your old trick is nothing more than the Pilgrimage of the Thousand Buddhas."
The Mad Monk felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard the words "Pilgrimage of the Thousand Buddhas." Before he could react, the mysterious woman's voice was heard again. He could not believe his ears.
"Other than that, there is another trick. I think it's called the Eight Division Spiritual Dragon, right?"
"You … You! You … "
If Mad Monk Daxing couldn't believe it when the mysterious woman said the Ten Thousand Buddhas Greeting, then when she said the Eight Division Heavenly Dragon, Mad Monk Daxing was dumbfounded. He stood there with his mouth wide open, and he couldn't even speak properly.
He did not expect the mysterious woman to know everything about him. Not only did she know that he had comprehended the Pilgrimage of the Thousand Buddhas, but she also knew about the Eight Division Spiritual Dragon.
The Mad Monk liked to join in the fun and fight when he had nothing to do. With the Unmovable Golden Body, the Great Compassion and Compassion Fan in his hand, and all kinds of Dharma Powers of the Great Buddhas, he was invincible. Even if he encountered some powerful existences, he could handle them.
Over the years, when he was fighting with others, he rarely used the incarnation of Vairocana Vairocana. As for the Thousand Buddhas Greeting, the number of times he had used it since the Primitive Age could be counted on one hand.
The Eight Division Spiritual Dragon was a creation that even the Mad Monk himself could not control. Therefore, ever since he comprehended it, he had never used it in front of others. Even his Senior Brother, the White-brow Holy Monk, did not know that he had comprehended the Eight Division Spiritual Dragon.
He could not understand how the mysterious woman knew so much about him. Not only did she know that he had comprehended the Pilgrimage of the Thousand Buddhas, but she also knew that he had comprehended the Eight Division Spiritual Dragon.
"You!"
The Mad Monk felt his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end. He was getting more and more scared. He asked, "Who … Who the hell are you!"
"Haha, I said that as long as you are willing to call me grandaunt three times, I will tell you who I am!"
"You … I …"
Originally, Monk Daxing had wanted to use his true ability to test the mysterious woman's background. But now that his trump card had been seen through, it would be meaningless to use it again. Moreover, from her tone, it seemed that she did not care about Monk Daxing's Ten Thousand Buddhas and Eight Division Spiritual Dragons at all. This made Monk Daxing even more shocked.
After thinking about it, Mad Monk Daxing gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. Since there was no one else here, so what if he lost some face?
Immediately.
Mad Monk Daxing braced himself and shouted, "Madam! Great aunt! Great aunt! "
After calling her grandaunt thrice, Mad Monk Daxing hurriedly asked, "I'm done, grandaunt! Isn't it time for you to show yourself? "
"Just shout when I tell you to. Little monk Daxing, I didn't expect you to be so stupid after so many years. Why is your memory so short?"
"What? You … are you f * cking kidding me? "
"That's right, I'm messing with you! Hahahahaha … "
Mad Monk Daxing was so angry that his face turned red and he flew into a rage. Suddenly, he felt that this scene was familiar, as if he had experienced it before.
Thinking about it carefully, Mad Monk Daxing remembered that he had been fooled like this before. That time, he had been forced to call her grandaunt thrice and admit defeat. That time, the person who fooled him was also a woman!
Thinking of this, Mad Monk Daxing finally knew the identity of the mysterious woman. He was both agitated and angry, his whole body trembling. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You f * cker! You f * cker … It's that old witch Cang Yan! Cang Yan of Langya Grotto-Heaven! "
"Haha … You finally recognize me … That's rare."
A ray of light flashed in the turbulent vortex.
When the light dissipated, a pavilion appeared.
That's right.
It was a pavilion.
The base of the pavilion looked like a blooming black and white flower. When it bloomed, it looked like Yin and Yang were intertwining. It looked very mysterious.
The four pillars of the pavilion were carved with four patterns. One was an azure dragon, one was a white tiger, one was a black tortoise, and one was a vermilion bird. The patterns were vivid and lifelike, as if they were imprinted with life.
The top of the pavilion was like the vault of heaven. There was a sun, a moon, and countless stars in it.
This pavilion appeared out of thin air just like that, standing there for a long time. It emitted a faint brilliance, and the surrounding spatial turbulence all avoided it.
There were two women in the pavilion.
One woman stood by the side.
The woman was dressed in a dark red robe. Her features were cold and elegant, giving off an elegant and luxurious feeling. Her eyes were smiling as she stared at the Frenzied Monk. She looked like she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
There was another woman sitting on a stone bench in the pavilion.
She was dressed in a black robe. Her long hair was tied up high. Her appearance was beautiful and dignified.
She was an extremely beautiful woman.
Her beauty was stunning, enchanting, and moving. She was beautiful in a myriad of ways, and also beautiful in a peerless style.
Her temperament was unparalleled. She was like the sun, sacred and bright. She was also like the moon in the night sky, dark and quiet.
Her existence was mysterious and ethereal. She was like an immortal in the Nine Heavens or a demon in the Nine Underworlds. She was illusory and real at the same time. No one could see through her and she gave off a very unreal feeling.
Although her frown and smile seemed casual, she was like an empress descending from the vault of heaven. She was incomparably noble and made people revere her.
She sat on a stone bench and leaned against a pillar. She looked a little lazy. She held a white jade cup that was half filled with wine. There was a playful smile on her face.
Mad Monk Daxing knew these two women.
The woman standing beside him was Nalan Qianqiu. She was a disciple of Langya Grotto-Heaven and the Goddess of the Nine Heavens.
The woman sitting in the pavilion was the owner of Langya Grotto-Heaven, Cang Yan.
Langya was one of the thirty-six grotto-heavens.
It was also an extremely mysterious and low-key existence among the thirty-six grotto-heavens.
The name Cang Yan was also a legend in the Primordial Era.
During the great war between immortals and demons in the Primordial Era, she held a Great Dao treasure, the Zither of Heavens. She played the Quaking Eight Barrens, shook the Nine Heavens, shook the Nine Underworlds, shook the universe, and shook the void. She also shook the immortals and demons to stop fighting.
At the same time, she was also a Great Dao Empress.
She was both the Empress of the Immortal Dao and the Empress of the Demon Dao. She was also the only Empress of the Immortal Dao and the Demon Dao.
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