"Who says we don't have one?" Ran Zhou sneered: "The death of three holy sons in Qingshen Temple alone was due to Lao Na himself! Don't underestimate the elders in the temple!"

"...Okay, okay."

Facing the inexplicably proud Ranzhou, Bai Shu waved his hand helplessly: "Elder, please stop talking. Let's go see the abbot first."

"Right."

Half a moment later, Ran Zhou, who was working side by side with Zong Guang and Bai Shu, suddenly spoke:

"You're still in trouble."

"What trouble?" Bai Zhu said expressionlessly: "What trouble is there, more troublesome than dozens of holy places and assassinations from aristocratic families?"

"To some extent, it is indeed more troublesome."

However, Zhou carefully considered his words and spoke cautiously to Baizhu, whose heart was like a dead tree:

"Wu Ming, you provoked many female donors back then, and Mr. He spread the news about your reincarnation. As a result, you will be in great trouble!"

"!!!" Baizhu said with a ferocious expression on his face.

"I advise you to stay in the temple to avoid the limelight." Ran Zhou said earnestly:

"If you are caught by those female donors, you will be used to light sky lanterns..."

"grass!"

Thousands of words, finally condensed into a simple sentence.

Next, there are no more words.

After two sticks of incense.

Bai Shu and Ranzhou lowered their heads and stopped in front of a sacred and solemn temple with a vast Zen light.

The temple is as tall as a mountain, and even the door is ten feet high. Standing under it is like an ant intruding into the kingdom of giants. The Buddha's light is crystal clear, the ceiling is dotted, the sky is not like the human world, and the mouth and nose are smelling of pure land.

.

Seeing Bai Shu and Ran Zhou descending to escape the light, the two huge golden-haired lions in front of the hall turned their heads, sniffed curiously, and took a sniff.

These are two strange beasts. They are obviously monsters that became spirits and were later subdued to protect the mountain.

"Sleep on your stomach!"

Ranzhou gave a cold shout to the two golden lions, patted their heads away, and then pointed at Baizhu:

"Go, Wu Ming, the abbot is waiting for you."

The door of the main hall was ajar, and boundless surging light poured out from the gap in the door.

Bai Shu stepped forward hesitantly, and his footsteps were particularly clear on the glazed floor.

"If I hear..."

At this moment in the hall, a sutra sound far louder than thunder suddenly resounded.
Chapter completed!