Hua Wudao didn't quite understand, so he raised his hands and said, "How can Tianxuan Temple have the confidence to challenge Motian Pavilion?"

Ming Dynasty Yin Dao:

"Probably the more ignorant you are, the more stupid you are!"

Tianxuan Temple is no better than Dakong Temple.

Especially in recent decades, Tianxuan Temple has produced almost no Buddhist masters, and there are only a few masters in the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm. The younger generation has been inactive. It is not the same as Dakong Temple.

As one of the four major Buddhist temples, Tianxuan Temple is no longer what it once was.

It even gradually became an affiliated temple of Dakon Temple.

so……

Ming Shiyin also didn’t know where the Tianxuan Temple got its confidence?

All I can say is, ignorance and stupidity!

"Master, my disciple is willing to go to Tianxuan Temple with the third senior brother and kill all those bald donkeys. Let them know that Motian Pavilion is not easy to mess with!" Ming Shiyin said angrily.

Hua Wudao: "..."

Duanmusheng also waved the Overlord Spear and said: "After all, the Eighth Junior Brother is acting under orders and represents the Demonic Pavilion. Now that something has happened to him, how can I, as a Senior Brother, stand by and watch. Master is willing to work with the Fourth Junior Brother to crush those bald donkeys to death.

Ash!"

Hua Wudao: "..."

Zhao Yue bowed slightly: "Zhao Yue knows that she has made a mistake. She is willing to make meritorious service and fight with her two senior brothers. She must kill all Tianxuan Temple to relieve the hatred in Master's heart!"

Hua Wudao: "..."

Little Yuan'er was playing with her hair, looking at a loss.

I don’t know how Lu Zhou is feeling at this time, but Hua Wudao is quite confused anyway.

Only today did he feel that Motian Pavilion had the appearance of a demon.

...Although Hua Wudao has no distinction between good and evil in his heart, he is not a murderer. He would kill the whole family at every turn. Isn't it too violent?

Hua Wudao set his sights on Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou was also a little speechless. During this period, his own subtle influence had also affected the disciples, but in desperation, he still followed Ji Tiandao's old path.

but……

If Tianxuan Temple is really like this, then it is not unfair at all.

"Tianxuan Temple and Dakong Temple belong to the same lineage. Dakong Temple has been in retreat for many years, and it is said that it has already broken through... If they work together, you may never come back." Lu Zhou said.

Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng looked at each other.

"Master, how can this disciple be a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"Disciple seconded the proposal!"

"Disciple seconded the proposal!"

Duanmusheng and Zhaoyue followed suit.

Luzhou Fuxu nodded and said, "In that case... I will go to Tianxuan Temple as a teacher."

"Master, are you going too?"

Mingshi was startled and quickly flattered him, saying, "Master is here to take action. I'll slap them all to death!"

If Lao Ba is not here, if you don’t take a good photo, I’m afraid you won’t have a chance in the future!

Lu Zhou glanced at him indifferently and ignored him.

He noticed the system's task interface and triggered the task of obtaining Black Mulian, which rewarded him with 1,500 merit points.

If you can successfully obtain the Black Mulian and the Seven Stars of the Dharma Body, you will have it at your fingertips.

Traveling back to the present, in just a few months, from the initial formation of Tai Chi to the transformation of the soul of the Seven Stars, even Ji Tiandao may not be able to achieve this speed.

so……

Black Mulian Luzhou is determined to win.

Early the next morning.

The Demon Sky Pavilion's flying chariot through the clouds is ready.

Ming Shiyin, Duanmu Sheng, Zhao Yue and Xiao Yuan'er were standing on the left and right to greet the Master.

"Elder Hua, I am old and have inconvenient legs and feet. Please stay in Motian Pavilion to rest." Lu Zhou told Hua Wudao and turned around to get on the flying chariot.

Hua Wudao was startled, feeling something was wrong.

I am indeed old, but you, Pavilion Master, seem to be older...

"Waiting for the good news from the pavilion master." Hua Wudao cupped his hands.

Ming Shiyin poked Duanmusheng and said, "Third senior brother... do you know that there are many benefits to being at the helm?"

"Um?"

"Standing the helm can hone the coordination of vitality. When driving a flying chariot, the speed and bumps are all controlled by the helmsman. Over time, it can also hone the toughness. In addition, the helm is in an excellent position and has the best view.

"Ming Shiyin said.

"Is it that good?"

"Of course... How dare I deceive Third Senior Brother? Why is Senior Brother so strong? Ten years of helmsmanship is not in vain." Ming Shiyin said.

"It seems to make sense."

Duanmusheng nodded, patted Ming Shiyin on the shoulder, and said seriously and sincerely, "Junior brother, your cultivation is weak, so I will leave such a good thing to you."

Ming Shi Yin: "???"

Shooting yourself in the foot is probably like this.

In addition to the four disciples, there were more than ten female cultivators who boarded the flying chariot.

Half an hour later.

The flying chariot arrived at the southwest of Jingzhou in Dayan at the speed of a meteor.

Because of Mingshi's meticulous control, there were no bumps along the way.

"Master, we have arrived at Qingyuan Mountain. Tianxuan Temple is at the top of the mountain."

"Slow down."

"It's your order..." He tilted his head and glanced at everyone, "Third Senior Brother, Junior Sister, how about I take the helm?"

It's quite a bit of a show off.

Little Yuan'er stretched out her thumb and said, "The fourth senior brother is so skilled at the helm, he's really awesome!"

"Junior brother's understanding is astonishing. He has only been at the helm twice and is so safe." Duanmusheng praised.

Luzhou Fuxu glanced at Ming Shiyin and said, "In that case, you will be at the helm from now on..."

Ming Shiyin: "???"

at the same time.

Qingyuan Mountain, Tianxuan Temple, Shanmen Hall.

"Master! The flying chariot from Motian Pavilion is really here!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

The abbot of Tianxuan Temple, wearing a cassock and holding a staff, put down his rosary beads in his hand, stopped reciting scriptures, and said: "Notify all disciples to welcome the distinguished guests."

"yes."

Not long after, the mountain bell rang.

Shocked throughout Qingyuan Mountain!

Bang!

Bang!

Call after call, all the disciples of Tianxuan Temple were summoned.

Outside the Main Hall, the disciples of Tianxuan Temple quickly gathered.

Some came with long sticks, and some came empty-handed.

All wearing monk's robes.

Only a few monks wearing cassocks came slowly.

The disciples looked up one after another, looking in amazement at the cloud-piercing flying chariot slowly approaching in the sky.

Tianxuan Temple, how could there ever be such a thing?

At this time, the presiding abbot Master Xujing appeared on the steps of the Main Hall.
To be continued...