Yuanjue Temple is the only Buddhist sect among the eighteen sects.
The first presiding master, Master Yuanjue, was originally an idler in the mountains. Later, by chance, he received a Buddhist inheritance, so he ordained himself as a monk and founded Yuanjue Temple.
Yuanjue Temple spreads the mysteries of Buddhism. The most famous thing is that they put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. They believe that everyone can cross the path, but they have never met the Buddha.
Under this concept, Yuanjue Temple initially accepted many villains.
Fortunately, with the restraint of Master Yuanjue, these villains seem to have really changed their minds and no longer do evil, which can be considered a merit.
In addition, Master Yuanjue devoted himself to Buddhism and did many good deeds, earning a good reputation for Yuanjue Temple.
But it is precisely this that has laid hidden dangers for Yuanjue Temple.
Two years ago, Secret Mansion was born.
Master Yuanjue was injured in a fight and returned to the temple. Soon after, Yuanjue Temple announced to the public that Master Yuanjue had died of his injuries and passed away.
But many people suspected that it was the disciples who killed their master.
However, when the eighteen sects formed the alliance, in order to protect the sects that were lagging behind from being annexed by the sects above them for various reasons.
Everyone signed an agreement not to interfere with each other's internal affairs of the sect.
Therefore, even if outsiders have doubts about the death of Master Yuanjue, other sects cannot actively interfere without Yuanjue Temple's active invitation.
Of course, an agreement is an agreement, and there are still many ways to interfere.
The main reason is that although Yuanjue Temple has lost the leader of Master Yuanjue, its strength is still not weak. It was previously ranked eighth among the eighteen sects, but in terms of real strength, it is not much weaker than the Changsong Sect.
In particular, Master Yuanjue's philosophy of not rejecting anyone makes the strength of Yuanjue Temple even more confusing.
Therefore, in order to avoid trouble, everyone turned a blind eye.
The only reason to blame is that Master Yuanjue doesn't know people well.
As a result, in just two years, Yuanjue Temple changed from a Buddhist temple that strictly abided by strict rules and precepts to a fake temple that drank alcohol, ate meat, fought fiercely, and harbored filth and evil.
It is even said that there are demon cultivators in Yuanjue Temple, and there are already rumors in this sect meeting that Yuanjue Temple will be kicked out of the sect alliance list.
At this time, hearing the sarcasm of Elder Tang and the white-faced swordsman, the great monk of Yuanjue Temple burst into laughter.
"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. The host brother died of serious injuries. We are also very sad. What are your intentions for such slander?
As for whether the alliance will kick us out of Yuanjue Temple, it doesn’t matter what you say, and it doesn’t matter if we say it.
The copy of the original alliance agreement is still kept in our temple.
As long as we don't violate the agreement, no one can kick us."
This is the great monk’s confidence.
Otherwise, if we kick out Yuanjue Temple today, we can kick out other sects tomorrow, and then there will be a few big sects left to monopolize the spirit stone veins.
Therefore, even if other small sects do not like Yuanjue Temple, they will not agree to remove Yuanjue Temple because of some notoriety and unfounded reasons.
As he said that, the great monk smiled:
"But it's not difficult for you to teach the monk a lesson. All the disciples of Yuanjue Temple are here. You can pick them as you please. There's no point in beating them to death.
Monk, I come to discuss with you sincerely."
Without waiting for Elder Tang and others to agree, he continued:
"Of course, if you only dare to brag, the monk won't blame you for being timid and will immediately turn around and leave."
The conversation has been settled. If I don't fight with him now, I won't be able to mess around in the future.
The white-faced swordsman's voice turned cold, and he said to a young swordsman with a sunny temperament behind him:
"Master Nephew Qiu, go and teach them a lesson and don't hold back."
The young swordsman's name is Qiu Ming, and he is one of the most outstanding disciples of this generation of Changsong Sect. He is only one thought away from building the foundation.
Because the Foundation Establishment Pill has been prepared for him a long time ago.
It's just that he wanted to make a name for himself at this sect conference first, and then make a breakthrough, so he held back.
After all, after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, one's seniority level will automatically rise, and they are no longer considered to be disciples of the same generation. Any further attacks would simply be bullying the younger ones.
As for the benefits of becoming famous.
Well, being handsome is enough, what else is needed?
Qiu Ming raised his sword and stepped out of the queue, picking the scabbard casually.
As a former martial arts sect, the Changsong Sect still retains many martial arts habits.
For example, their swords can obviously be stored in their dantian or storage bags, but they prefer to carry them on their backs or in their hands to show their identity as swordsmen.
"Just you."
Qiu Ming pointed at a tall, burly monk with a sinewy face. It was inappropriate to call him a monk. Without that temperament, he looked more like a bald man.
The big man wiped his bald head with a fierce light in his eyes.
"Huiming Yuanjue Temple, please enlighten me!"
The big man is quite polite.
Seeing this situation, Qiu Ming did not lose his grace: "Changsong Sect, Qiu..."
The words are not finished yet.
boom!
There was an explosion in the air.
The muscles in the big man's arms surged, and the sword in his hand was like a crescent moon, directly cutting through the air.
The Buddhist heritage of Yuanjue Temple is called Luohan Golden Body, a method of body cultivation.
The Buddhist body cultivation profession is called Vajra, which means pursuing perfection, immortality, and Vajra is indestructible.
In fact, it is similar to Ba Ti, but because they belong to different systems, one belongs to Buddhism and the other belongs to Taoism, resulting in subtle differences between the two.
The white-faced swordsman screamed: "Despicable!"
The great monk sneered: "Fighting is fighting, and the enemy will not talk to you about your manners. Xue Niangpao, if I call you a Niangpao, you will really become a mother-in-law."
Monk, I have long said that life or death is irrelevant!"
Qiu Ming lost the initiative and was forced back by the sword in the big man's hand. He retreated hundreds of meters and was forced directly into the lake.
The water on the lake was soft, and the big man couldn't use the same strength as on the ground. Qiu Ming finally found a chance to unsheath his sword.
I saw countless lakes being diverted by the tip of the sword, turning into water curtains, blocking the tyrannical attack of the big man, and going back and forth.
Fang Chang was cracking melon seeds and watching the show. After thinking about it, he felt that something was missing.
So he asked Elder Tang to sit in a row and asked him to help explain.
"Old Tang, does our Lingjian Sect or another sect have a grudge against Yuanjue Temple? Why did they find us as soon as they came up?"
Fang Chang handed over the melon seeds and made a dumpling shape.
Elder Tang was stunned for a moment, then quickly stretched out his hand to catch it. In the next moment, there was a handful of melon seeds in his hand.
"Click."
As soon as Fang Chang's upper and lower teeth touched, a caramel-flavored melon seed came out of its shell.
"Don't be polite to me. It's caramel-flavored and crunchy. There's still more left after eating."
Elder Tang pinched a melon seed. He was obviously very angry just now, but now he didn't know what emotion to use.
"Deacon Fang, are we... a bit high-profile?"
Elder Tang felt the dazzling gazes around him and asked cautiously.
At this moment, except for those who were paying attention to the battle in the center of the lake, most of the people were actually looking at Fang Chang, who was eating melon seeds as if no one else was watching.
It was fine before, mainly because as soon as he sat down, other people's eyes followed him unconsciously, wanting to see what he was doing at this time.
Then……
Then I saw Fang Chang, who had a very arrogant attitude.
Fang Chang looked confused: "High-profile?"
He looked at the people who were looking at him at the moment and asked: "Am I high-profile?"
Everyone: "..."
They turned their eyes to the battlefield on the lake, thinking that they should not argue with a madman at this time.
However, a few people who had attended the Qingniu Taoist Golden Elixir Ceremony recognized Fang Chang's identity and began to whisper.
"Well, they don't even think so."
Fang Chang was satisfied.
Elder Tang gave a wry smile. He couldn't see through the extraordinary things that experts do, so he could just crack melon seeds.
Thinking of Fang Chang's question just now, Elder Tang replied:
"Yuanjue Temple has no enmity with our four families. In fact, they suddenly come to cause trouble. I am also very surprised.
Yuanjue Temple is now in disrepute. It’s time to gather their minions. I don’t know who gave them the courage to provoke our four sects at the same time.
The key is that offending us will do no good to them."
He talked to Fang Chang about the origin of Yuanjue Temple, and focused on the unknown cause of Master Yuanjue's death.
Fang Chang touched his chin and said:
"There is only love without reason in this world, and there is no hatred without reason. Since we have no grudges with them before, there is only one truth."
Elder Tang looked serious: "What?"
Fang Chang said: "You said that if Yuanjue Temple can defeat us with one enemy and four enemies today, what will they gain?"
Elder Tang: "The four major factions hold grudges?"
"anything else?"
"Fame?"
Elder Tang shook his head again: "Everyone knows that the exchange meeting is for disciples to exchange experiences. Even the foundation-building monks have not taken action, so what is the use of such a reputation.
Besides, how can they be sure that they can win?"
Fang Chang spread his hands: "You don't seek fame or fortune, and you are not sure of victory. Instead, you deliberately provoke us. Are you just trying to get slapped in the face by us?"
Fang Chang looked at the great monk who was not at all panicked, even a little excited, and said quietly:
"I guess we're being targeted."
"target?"
Elder Tang was stunned.
"Maybe they are not here to win at all. Do you remember the only two words he repeated?"
Fang Chang's thoughts gradually became clear as he talked to Elder Tang.
"Life or death is irrelevant!"
"They are seeking death and killing people!"
Just as he was talking, the battle on the lake was already heating up.
Qiu Ming was worthy of being the proud disciple of the Changsong Sect. Although he lost the first move, he was able to quickly use the advantage of the terrain to reverse the situation, and then fought steadily and gained the upper hand.
He resented the big man's sneak attack and his uncle's orders, so he didn't hold back.
I saw the sword in his hand raised, blue water ripples on the sword, and then the sound of gurgling water could be heard in the air.
The lake water rose into the sky bit by bit, surrounding him, and then the water droplets gathered and turned into a transparent water dragon, with teeth and claws.
The sword energy takes shape!
This is a skill that only sword cultivators at the Foundation Establishment level have.
But at this moment, Qiu Ming used the sword in his hand and the right location to transform the lake water. Although it did not have the power of the sword energy to take shape, it still had some charm.
The water dragon rushed towards the big man. On the way, water droplets shot out, like sharp arrows, falling on the lake and shooting out projectiles.
And the big man holding the sword was even more unavoidable.
He shouted loudly, and a layer of golden light bloomed all over his body, but it was to no avail.
Bang bang bang!!!
The big man's body was pierced through the chest by the water dragon, leaving a hole as big as a fist.
And those arrow-like water droplets hit his front, making small craters, and the blood dyed the lake surface red.
The big man fell down suddenly, causing a large splash of water.
Qiu Ming's complexion changed, he almost became unsteady and fell into the water.
How come no one blocked his attack?
This big man can fight him for so many rounds, and he is considered an elite disciple in their Changsong sect.
If someone killed their elite disciple of the Changsong Sect, no matter what, they would want an explanation.
Otherwise, there will be no centripetal force for the sect in the future, and no loyalty for the disciples.
The next moment, he put his feet down and ran towards his uncle.
"How brave!"
Sure enough, the great monk of Yuanjue Temple was furious.
"How dare you kill my disciple?!"
He clapped his big hand, and a golden palm condensed in the air, and he was about to grab Qiu Ming.
The white-faced swordsman reacted slowly, snorted coldly, unsheathed his long sword, and the sword energy easily cut through Mana's palm.
"If you don't protect your own disciples, how can you rely on others?"
He actually wondered why the great monk didn't save his disciple, but since the great monk didn't save him, he had no reason to save him.
What's more, most of his mind was on his disciples, and by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
The great monk's original fierce look suddenly became full of panic, as if he was frightened by the sword just now.
"Okay! Changsong Sect, Lingjian Sect, Baicao Valley, Tiangong Sect, how dare you bully our Yuanjue Temple like this!"
"Because no one can defeat you?"
"Although our Yuanjue Temple was built not long ago, it is not without seniors!"
"You guys are bullying others today, so don't blame us, Yuanjue Temple, for bullying the smaller ones!"
"Call someone, call someone!"
The disciple behind him quickly took out a spherical magic weapon and threw it into the sky. The magic weapon exploded, and there was a golden Buddha sitting and lying in the sky for a long time.
This is a distress signal from Yuanjue Temple. It is called the Golden Light of the Buddha and is very precious.
If someone sees this signal and rescues the people of Yuanjue Temple, Yuanjue Temple will owe a favor.
Yuanjue Temple has been built for decades, but it has only appeared once.
It was a time of civil strife in Yuanjue Temple, and Master Yuanjue used this signal to summon other sects in the Liuyun Mountains for help.
Afterwards, in order to repay his gratitude, Yuanjue Temple paid Yuanjue Temple's share of the spiritual stones for three years.
At this moment, when the signal appears, the entire Zhengqi Villa will probably be attracted to it.
The great monk's performance shocked everyone's eyes.
Even Fang Chang felt that the melon seeds on his hands no longer smelled good.
He guessed that Yuanjue Temple might have other requests, but he didn't expect that the great monk who had been fearless just now would suddenly do something like this.
"you?!"
The face of the white-faced swordsman changed: "Fu evil, what do you mean? You even released the golden light of the Buddha. Do you want to fight us to the death?"
Subduing evil is the great monk's dharma title.
The great monk sneered and said, "If you kill my disciple today, I will ask everyone to come over and seek justice."
"Obviously it was you who said that life and death would not matter!"
shouted the white-faced swordsman.
The great monk continued to sneer: "Who can testify? It was obviously you who bullied others and killed my disciple, and you also stopped me from saving my disciple."
The white-faced swordsman was so angry that he almost died. "Everyone here can testify!"
But the great monk said: "You are all wearing a pair of trousers, so naturally I want to help you."
The white-faced swordsman was about to speak when he felt the air thicken and a majestic voice came.
"Who is bullying me, a disciple of Yuanjue Temple?"
What followed was an overwhelming momentum.
"Jindan Zhenren!"
The white-faced swordsman turned even paler.
No matter how stupid he is at this time, he still understands that he has been involved in a big whirlpool.
But he still has a question, where did the Jindan Master from Yuanjue Temple come from?
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