Ye Ting felt open-minded and not afraid of monks. Seeing that Liu Wenji was worried, he comforted him and said, "Master, just leave the matter to me."

More than a hundred monks from Xiaovingān Temple lined up quietly to receive the task token.

Ye Ting went straight to the nearest monk, stepped forward and took the initiative to greet him, calling him the master.

The monk was in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows and a kind appearance. He sat there very tall, and his skeleton was much thicker than that of normal people. The robes of ordinary monks were yellow in color, and he wore red robes, with Sanskrit embroidered with gold thread on the edges.

"What do you call Master in Xia Yeting, the elder of Baizhangmen?"

"Little monk Zhuoji, what is the donor's teaching?" Zhuoji asked slowly, just like a person who is not in a hurry.

"The Yuejian Sect Sea City is held every three years. In previous years, there have been casual cultivators. This time, so many Buddhist cultivators have been dispatched to the Little Vajra Temple, but what treasures have been born?" Ye Ting's question was not very friendly, but Monk Zhuoji actually answered. With this answer, the ears of the casual cultivators around him were spurted.

"Mr. Ye is not bad as expected. This time, my temple came to me because I heard that the Tibetan Court altar was born in Haishi, so there were more disciples coming, so I tried my luck."

Ye Ting almost didn't answer the words. What is the Tibetan Court altar? It is equivalent to the small cave heaven of the infant cultivator.

Is Monk Zhuoji so honest? He is so honest that he almost chases his master Yuwen Xuan!

Some people believe it, while others don’t. Those who believe it are frightened, while those who don’t believe it scold the monk for being shameless. If there is really a Taoist altar in the Tibetan Academy, then these random cultivators will definitely attract the powerful people of various major sects to come out. At that time, the storm will be bloody and will be killed if you get involved.

Those who do not believe it only think that Zhuoji is just a slander, and in the name of finding the Tibetan Court altar, they can kill demons and eliminate demons and snatch prey.

Ye Ting didn't think there was any problem. What happened to Buddhism's competition for resources? The monsters in Qingpingyu were in great strength, and many arhats fell because of this. They were also one of the orthodox religions.

Is it necessary to allocate these resources to you because you are weak? But in basic principles, if the sects do not come to compete for this small profit, the casual cultivators will forget that this little broth is also rewarded by others.

If the Yuejian Sect really blocks the Golden Sands Islands, these casual cultivators will not have the chance to hunt monsters.

What gave Ye Ting a headache was that this monk Zhuoji was probably a good person, not shameless at all. What he said was true. The Tibetan Court Altar appeared, and Xiao Jingang Temple came over to try his luck.

The Yuejian Sect is two million miles away. If the news is not known in advance, the scene will not be suppressed by the Duanshan Sword Flow. If other sects participate, flesh and blood will fly everywhere at that time. What is not beautiful?

Thinking of this, Ye Ting said, "When this happens, isn't this place dangerous!"

Zhuoji said calmly: "I will be blessed by the Buddha. Donald Ye, since you and I know each other, you are destined to be together. It is better to walk with me in Baizhangmen, and you can also be taken care of by the Buddha."

Good talent...

Ye Ting was also impressed. Monk Zhuoji had long seen that there were only three people on his side, one of whom was a cultivator from the seventh level of foundation building. He joined the group and was nothing more than allocating some spoils. The pressure on the other casual cultivators was even greater.

Originally, the name of Xiao Vajra Temple was to look for the Tibetan Court altar. After joining with me, if I had a conflict with other casual cultivators, Xiao Vajra Temple could participate in the matter with justification.

"Master, I will tell the sect leader."

Monk Zhuoji smiled and watched Ye Ting leave. His conversation with Ye Ting was spread. The mission hall was already like the market where peddlers and barracks were everywhere. It was messy and no one could hear what the people in the distance were saying.

"Elder Ye, I heard the words, do you have an idea?" Liu Wenji was unsure and couldn't come up with her.

"Sect Master, when you go back, you can join another sect and survive for hundreds of years. You are an elder."

"What do you mean!" Liu Wenji was slightly angry. She could disperse all her family's wealth and avenge her husband's blood. She was not a person without backbone.

"If you want to restore Baizhangmen, Xiao Jingang Temple is the only one who helps, and they don't have a hiding courtyard." Ye Ting's last words completely moved Liu Wenji.

When looking for allies, the most fear of becoming a vassal of others. The lack of monks in the Tibetan Academy in Xiaovin Temple is an advantage for Liu Wenji.

Liu Wenji also knew that Ye Ting was motivating her, but what Ye Ting said made sense.

The Baizhang Gate was destroyed, but it will take a hundred years to be removed from the cultivation world. A hundred years of time passes by like a flash of time. If you retreat this time, you will be like this in the future.

The head of Liu Wenji came to meet Monk Zhuoji with her only two subordinates. Fortunately, she had seen the world, had a decent conversation and answered freely. She soon reached an agreement with Xiao Jingang Temple to act together.

When the casual cultivators in the mission hall saw this scene, they were both envious and jealous, and they were helpless.

They can't imitate it. Liu Wenji is a foundation-building monk. Xiao Vajra Temple will think about winning over it. They are just condensation, and their value is too low.

Only when disciples of the sect go out to experience and go to other continents can they understand the meaning of the sect.

For the materials of one hundred white jade talismans, Liu Wenji, a monk from the seventh-level foundation building, also asked for help but had no choice. This is a living model, allowing you to understand the hardships of survival. If you can have a sky, it is the sect that will support you.

Only when you have a firm heart and great achievements can you gain the recognition of Jinao Island. Practice all the way and go to Jiuzhou without regrets.

This time, more than 100 disciples, four monks, and about 200 incense lay Buddhists came to Xiao Vajra Temple. Except for Monk Zhuoji, the other monks each won a foundation-building monk and divided them into four teams. In this way, before the support of Xiao Vajra Temple could move, eight powers equivalent to foundation-building were found.

The monks who were attracted will not fight against Xiao Vajra Temple because they cannot afford to fight.

Because of the news that Monk Zhuoji spread, Duanshan Jianliu also indifferently recognized the practice of Xiao Jingang Temple. The sect had long sent people to contact the monks of Yue Jian Sect to convey the news back to Yinzhou as soon as possible.

There were no one knowing how many people in Duanshan Jianliu heard about this news, and there were no one knowing how many sects there were before the Little Vajra Temple. They didn’t dare to move Little Vajra Temple immediately, so they could only wait and see what happened.

Ye Ting and others received the mission token and came to the port. There were ships moored in Xiao Jingang Temple, a total of four, which were smaller than the sailboats when Ye Ting came. There were only three sails and the size was just over thirteen meters. Ye Ting didn't know how to cross the sea such a ship. Perhaps Buddhism really had great powers to suppress monsters in the sea.

Monk Zhuoji saw Ye Ting’s doubts and slowly said, “We came early and made it ourselves.”

Ye Ting's face is slightly red, and it is easier to build these broken ships than to refine talisman treasures. The formations on the ship are rare and the structure is not very reliable. He can only wander near the sea. The Golden Sands Islands are calm and the water is not deep, which is completely enough.

After it is built, the mission of Xiao Jingang Temple is completed and it can be sold again.

The boat left the port, and there were no cabins below. The monks didn't care, but the mother and daughter of Liu simply blew the air on the deck, unwilling to squeeze together with a group of monks.

The sea is calm and the waves are everywhere, and there are reefs and shallows everywhere. In some places, the water waves are clear and green. You can see sand and stones under the sea, and there are various fish wandering.

The Little Vajra Temple is not a precept sect, and meat can still be placed on a plate. A few monks went directly to the water to catch some familiar fish, carefully screened them, and let them go directly if they had seeds, and don’t consider them if they were too small.

The monks recited the mantra of rebirth to save the prey. The fish entered the kitchen happily. Ye Ting saw it and did not feel hypocritical at all. If the monks were hypocritical, they would not be able to attain Bodhi.

Ye Ting respected the monks' ideas, so when the fish soup was brought to him, he recited the six demon gods in this world's world's curse.

The six paths of demon gods in this world are things that emerged when the Demon Sect was first created and have gradually spread widely. However, for millions of years, there have been few people who are willing to uphold this Demon Sect’s precepts.

Ye Ting slowly tasted the fish soup, and with the blessing of the six demon gods in this world, the problem in this fish soup could not escape Ye Ting's detection.

"It turns out that Donor Ye is a disciple of the Demon Sect, and he hasn't seen it before." Monk Zhuoji smiled.

"Are the master interested in eliminating demons?" Ye Ting knew that the monk had anything to say, so he asked this question.

"Did Donor Ye come from the Demon Realm?"

"no."

"That's even the Buddha doesn't care." Monk Zhuoji said to Ye Ting seriously, an expression that I had made up my friend. Ye Ting simply patted Monk Zhuoji's shoulder, and Monk Zhuoji put his hand on Ye Ting's shoulder.

"It's a pity that Donor Ye has already chanted the Great Mantra of the Demon Sect and cannot accept my Buddhist precepts." Monk Zhuoji sighed repeatedly.

"It's okay for the master to worship the Demonic Sect." Ye Ting also answered quite seriously.

"The little monk knows that the Demon Sect is inclusive, has no distinction, and has its own demeanor." Monk Zhuoji praised it seriously. The more the two of them talked, the more they became, the more they became.

"The master will surely attain Bodhi." Ye Ting was unwilling to be the queen.

While the two of them were talking, they looked into the distance at the same time. On a small island more than ten miles away, fierce battle was in full swing. A monster roared, and it sounded like a woman's crying.

Monk Zhuoji recited the compassion of my Buddha, and Ye Ting said, "What? Is this monster a fate with the master?"

“That’s right.”

"Then let's go and see what is destined to be taken into consideration by the master."

Monk Zhuoji immediately cheered up and gave an order. The boat turned rapidly and headed straight for the battlefield. Ye Ting took a few steps back and stood beside the Liu family's mother and daughter.

There are more than 20 monks and nearly forty incense lay Buddhists on the ship, one builds the foundation and one monk, and it is easy to deal with a hundred casual cultivators. Among the incense lay Buddhists, there is also an ascetic who is equivalent to the foundation-building realm, which can be solved without Ye Ting taking action.

The boat was fast and soon arrived in front of the island. On the gentle beach, a monster emitted green light and was struggling. More than 30 casual cultivators were besieging the monster.
Chapter completed!