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"This is Lion Temple, no fight is allowed." Guanxin Abbot said expressionlessly.

The old lion in the Lion Temple once took care of him, and he was grateful for it, so he did not want to disturb it when the old lion was dying.

Lu Feng was shocked. He naturally had seen this person. He was the care of Zhaokong Temple and was even more brothers with Mo Guantian.

This extremely complicated grudge was a headache for even Lu Feng, an outsider.

"Abbot!" The two law enforcement monks hurriedly saluted.

The abbot of Guanxin turned his back to Lu Feng, so what he saw was Ruiyang.

"No," he spoke slowly, his eyes still as if he was a robot.

Liuyang withdrew his sword and frowned.

Because his master is Venerable Jian, Venerable Jian admires Wushuang, but Miss Wushuang admires this caring abbot.

It’s okay to have the identity of a monk, but the other party is still a demon clan.

A demon monk.

Who will trust the demon clan?

Except for Buddhism, almost all monks are on guard.

So strictly speaking, there is hatred between Jianmen and Buddhism.

"Three Lives Sword, it is rumored that it is left by the immortal, it is the immortal's sword, and you are Xiaocheng's holy body..."

Zhuang Yang is a small sacred body and can hardly be concealed. After all, when he came, he had already revealed everything.

"No, the light on you is even more terrifying than Xiaocheng's holy body, with a sense of tenacity."

Master Guan Xin was talking to Zhuang Yang, and seemed to be saying to himself: "In fact, the so-called holy son had something to do with the immortal back then. Some people say that the immortal is the previous sage son, and the three-life sword left by the holy son is to choose the next sage son."

Wei Yang looked directly at the other party. He had known this legend for a long time. Many people knew that the Three Life Sword was too mysterious. Many powerful people came to watch it back then, but they did not find any mystery. It was similar to an ordinary stone sword.

When he drew the Three Life Sword, someone said that he was the Holy Son.

But at that time, he did not show his holy body talent, so most people did not confirm it.

But now...

"I come from Jianmen, this is Buddhism." Wei Yang was still calm. The Holy Son was his confidence. Even if he was facing a powerful man in the disillusionment realm, he would not be afraid.

Once something happens to the Holy Son, the entire Buddhist sect, the Three Immortal Sect, and even many forces will go crazy.

"I know you are from Jianmen, so I am born with a disgust towards me, or rather, I am disgusted with me."

The monk Guanxin said, "But, if you are the Holy Son, you are the Holy Son after all, and you cannot escape some responsibility."

"Standing in the position of the Holy Son, you must see further. The grudge between Buddhism and the Sword Sect, or my grudge with the Sword Master, is just a grain of sand on the sea. What's more, this situation is not my wish. I can't decide whether someone likes me or not."

"I understand." Zhuang Yang was silent for a moment, and then said.

"The holy son is very important. Some people will harm the holy son. Even in my Buddhist sect, some people do not want the holy son to appear, but you will not have any trouble in my Buddhist sect."

"Of course, you have not yet obtained the verification of the Holy Son Buddha statue, and you may have this opportunity when you wait for the Gods to feast."

"The witch has appeared?" Zhuang Yang suddenly said, he had heard of it a little in the past few days.

"The witch... Although this has always been the case, I carefully studied that word that day. A woman could not write this kind of momentum. Maybe she had found the wrong direction before, not a witch, but a witch."

"There is this possibility." Zhuang Yang said in a deep voice.

There was a huge fault in the history of the earth. During the period when the Hundred Thousand Mountains appeared, no one understood what happened before this.

Many ancient books are lost or damaged, and it is not impossible if the information passed down is incorrect.

"The demon son appears, the holy son comes out."

Zhuang Yang recited this sentence silently, and his ostentatious also discovered that the two monks were already very humble to him.

Because, he is most likely to be the Holy Son, but he has not yet fully awakened.

From this moment on, he had a natural mission, which was heavier than the Revival of Sword Gate.

Because he is the Holy Son, the rise of the Sword Sect is inevitable.

Wei Yang's eyes looked at Lu Feng, with a hint of arrogance, which was a natural expression, just like the look of a god looking at a mortal.

He is the saint son, and even a powerful man in the disillusionment realm talks with him equally. What is a Lu Feng, or what is the Buddhist rule?

Because he is the Holy Son, he is the light, and he is the greatest rule.

The monk Guanxin obviously noticed Zhuang Yang's gaze and the situation here. He turned around and looked at Lu Feng.

His eyes were not sharp, but when he stared at them, he felt indescribable, just like the defendant and the judge.

At this moment, Lu Feng is the defendant.

"Although there is no evidence or witnesses, there is your breath on the corpse, the remaining energy fluctuations on the surrounding walls, and your breath. Some things can escape the naked eye but cannot escape the senses of the disillusionment realm."

"You killed people."

Lu Feng faced the side directly: "Evidence?"
Chapter completed!