Fang Dou didn't expect that he would meet Jiuhua Temple on the way to Gouqu Mountain.

This temple is located in the wild, with a solemn atmosphere and a scene of a famous temple.

Even if the scale of Jiuhua Temple is not as good as that of Fuyuan Temple, it is not much different.

Because of the affairs of Jiuhua Temple, Fang Dou didn't agree with this temple.

But when I saw it, I found that Jiuhua Temple has some background.

Fang Dou weighed the tin staff and he would be rewarded for his kindness. He always wanted to repay the host of Jiuhua Temple and find the kindness of the place where the Pure Land City was for him.

In addition, in the Pure Land City, the old monk would rather commit suicide than atone for his sins than survive, which was tough.

"Forget it, go and return this Zen Staff!"

This Zen Staff is the token of presidency and an amazing magic weapon.

Even if it is placed in Fuyuan Temple, this tin staff is enough to be a treasure in a temple.

"Tu tuk!"

Fang Dou knocked on the temple gate.

"Today, I will not see any guests!"

After hearing this, Fang Dou turned around and took a few steps back, pointing to the soles of his feet.

The clouds and mist rose, wrapped around Fang Dou's body, and gently pounced into the temple.

The next moment, Fang Dou's disappearing figure appeared in Jiuhua Temple.

The temple is in a tense moment.

The host took away most of the elites and went to the Pure Land City. He wanted to kill the monsters and became famous for the decline of the Shu Sect, but he did not expect to go back.

These days, news has been heard back one after another, saying that the host and the monks all died in battle.

The remaining monks in Jiuhua Temple were all unintentional. They hurriedly invited an elderly monk to come out to preside over the scene, barely supporting the scene.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, a group of folk warlocks came to the door.

This group of folk sorcerers practiced spells and their methods were not weak.

At least, Fang Dou hid behind the pillar outside the hall and observed that these people were prepared.

Although the bald head is newly shaved, these people are doing the whole show, obviously to plunder the industry of Jiuhua Temple.

A few years ago, most of the people in the Shimen in Danyang County devoted themselves to the project of the Hundred-foot Buddha.

The temples took advantage of the elite, and their momentum began to decline. Even the entire temple was closed and they followed their elders into the mountain to dig.

Jiuhua Temple has barely supported it, and it is not easy to reach its current scale.

If the host is still there, as a first-class warlock, holding a magic weapon and a tin staff, he is not afraid of these sluts who come to the door while the chaos is coming.

But today is different from the past. All the elites of Jiuhua Temple have died, and the remaining monks who guard the family are all dull and have low magic power.

Together with the recommended old monk, his eyes were blurred and barely at the level of a second-rate warlock, but he could not suppress the current scene.

The folk sorcerers on the opposite side came to seize the birth this time, which was scheming.

First of all, they had already inquired that the presidency of Jiuhua Temple died in the Pure Land City, and even the disciples around them were not spared. It was the time to steal his nest at this moment.

Secondly, if you are tolerant of the Buddhist sect, you will be a member of the Buddhist sect.

Now they shave their hair and call themselves the people of the Shu Sect and want to replace the monks in Jiuhua Temple. This is a big bet, and they won a huge profit and have since become monks with property and land. If they lose, as fellow disciples, it is difficult for the other party to pursue anything.

No matter how you think about it, you will win, why not try it?

Although the temple property of Jiuhua Temple is not as good as that of Huangshan Daohui, it also has 100 acres of fertile land, two forests, hundreds of livestock, more than a dozen shops, and three caravans.

If you can occupy the magpie's nest and move into Jiuhua Temple, you will have no need to worry about your future practice.

"Don't talk nonsense. There are no one like you in our Jiuhua Temple."

"Don't talk nonsense, leave quickly, be careful that the host is back, and take action to punish you!"

The old monk who supported the scene had limited energy and could no longer hold on for a long time. He was sleepy.

The one who spoke at this moment was Mingjing, the young disciple who was in charge, who was about thirteen years old, was a premature child. A group of young monks in their twenties and thirty years behind him did not dare to speak, but he spoke loudly.

"Hehe, little monk, don't talk nonsense!"

These folk sorcerers have already done their homework, so they are not afraid of this little monk Mingjing.

"This junior brother, the host must know our origin."

"It's getting late today. Let's stay here first and wait for the host to return. With him as a testimony, we will definitely prove our identity!"

Mingjing’s mind is not good. Judging from their tone, it is obvious that Master is dead and it is difficult to deal with it now.

He looked to the side and sighed when he saw his teacher uncle drowsy.

"Although my Jiuhua Temple is not a big temple, it is also the true teaching of the Shimen. If you want to pretend, be careful to violate the cause and effect!"

If these folk sorcerers are really monks who are interested in me Buddha, they will be a little afraid of the word cause and effect when they hear the word "cause and effect", but what is that?

"Haha, how could we pretend?"

Mingjing knew that if the other party was allowed to move in, he would definitely not leave. Over time, it would inevitably happen that he would occupy the magpie's nest.

As a young disciple, he knew that Jiuhua Temple was the master's hard work and he would never let this happen.

"The master is not here, we cannot make decisions and cannot keep guests!"

Mingjing gritted her teeth and reached out to the door, "I would like to leave for the time being. When the master returns, I will ask you to come back to discuss matters!"

At this time, a folk sorcerer who was two meters tall, walked out of the crowd with a fierce look on his face, "Why are you waiting for? Your master has been burned to ashes in the Pure Land City."

"Jiuhua Temple is now a masterless fruit tree, and many people are eager to pick fruits."

"You little monks can't keep this foundation. It's better to let us come in and help you take care of one or two!"

Mingjing's heart sank, and the worst situation happened. At present, Jiuhua Temple is shaking and will fall into the hands of others at any time.

"Don't talk nonsense. In Danyang County, the Shimen is in the same spirit and branches, and the monks from other temples will never sit idly by."

"The little monk is so awesome!"

The folk warlock who had spoken before sneered, "Let him give up!"

This time I came here, I had the intention of being strong, but now I can't make any sense, so I have to do it.

"Dare you?"

Mingjing clasped his hands together and his body was filled with pure magic power. It was actually the "Eight Styles of Respecting Buddha" laid by the foundation of the Buddhist sect.

The mellow Buddha light rushed over like water waves.

The leading folk warlock was slightly surprised, "I didn't expect that the old monk would still leave you with such a good seedling!"

He roughly guessed that Jiuhua Temple was presided over the journey, and perhaps guessed that the trip was dangerous, and he specially left Mingjing, the youngest and most talented one.

The little monk is already at a weak second-rate realm, and with the authentic sect skills, he can actually compete with him.

"Everything is here!"

Other folk warlocks rushed forward and started to take action.

At this time, the old monk who was holding on to the scene was awakened, "What's going on?"

The tall and strong warlock, who was two meters tall, sneered, squeezed his hands tightly, turned into two stone balls, and smashed them into his head.

The other monks screamed constantly, obviously caught off guard.

One side is prepared, but the other side is the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and the result is already destined.
Chapter completed!