Yin Qi soars into the sky, and the wind whistles.

The lush mountain meets Yang Peak, and the green forests sway. Above the mountain, clouds are everywhere, spreading over, and it is an open platform. The floor tiles are white and black, creating huge yin and yang.

Several buildings are set up nearby, with huge carvings on the mountain walls, and red paint painted to create the word "Tao".

On both sides, there are dense hollows that are not connected to each other. Sometimes smoke can be seen floating out, and figures can be seen sitting cross-legged and meditating, and enlightenment can be achieved in peace and mind.

In the cold moonlight, it looks solemn and dignified.

The wind was howling in the distant forests. In the mountain gate, the old man sitting cross-legged in the quiet room opened his eyes, burning incense, and rushed out of the window frame with his robe and fell to the Yin-Yang Formation Eye of the Square. He looked up at the night sky in the west and frowned.

"That direction... is Lingyun Temple, what a heavy yin energy!"

At this time, the disciples of the Chinese and foreign rooms in the mountain gate were also awakened, and rushed out with their swords and talismans, surrounding the head sect, looking at the dark clouds in the night sky to the west, and lightning flashed from time to time.

"There is Lingyun Temple over there, why does it have such heavy yin energy!"

"...Those bald donkeys who only look at money are going to be uncomfortable now."

"No nonsense!"

The old man reached out and grabbed it. The magic sword left in the quiet room flew over the window and fell into his palm. The moment he fell into his palm, he looked at the disciples around him: "The world is uneven, and monsters are rampant. Even though the monks in Lingyun Temple are greedy for money and despise us, they are all fellow men... They can't stand by death and refuse to save them!"

After the words fell, the old man jumped to a stone platform in front, carried his sword behind him, and looked at the mountain wall with the word "Tao" in front of him.

"We have never enjoyed peace in our lives, so where is the inheritance?"

The mountain walls on both sides of the word "Dao" are the voices of many inner disciples from the cave, mixed together.

"We are here!"

The old man waved his wide sleeves and shouted loudly: "Follow me to kill demons and eliminate demons--" The next moment, his figure and the magic sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky.

The sound of the Dharma is majestic and resounds throughout the mountain gate.

The dense hole instantly lit up a series of magic lights and flew out from the inside, like a meteor.

...

Almost the same moment.

In Lingyun Temple, the floor tiles in front of Xiangyun Hall were shaking, and the old monk fell heavily on the ground and rolled away, his white and long beards dyed blood red.

The old monk Linghui struggled to get up, reached out to bring in the Zen stick over there, and the body of the stick flew halfway through, was grabbed in the hand by Chen Yuan beside him, shaking constantly.

"I am a Buddhist temple in Han, and I worship the Hu people who kill my people, are you worthy of your cassock?"

Chen Yuan relaxed his hand, and the Zen stick flew away, and ran out of control into the old monk's chest, knocking him away two steps away, and falling again.

"...I am worthy of the Buddha statue you kneel down to worship?"

Linghui stood up again, her blood-stained lips opened: "I have the protection of Buddhism, but I haven't beaten it for many times..."

In front of his vision, Chen Yuan, who was coming, had a burly bull head, raised the steel fork in his hand, and nailed it to the ground with his neck.

Chen Yuan waved his hand to disperse the magic sword, walked up, looked down at the old monk who was twisted his head between the steel forks, and left his last question.

“…I am worthy of those pilgrims who pray devoutly?”

"hehe!"

Linghui looked at the young man in front of him and grinned with blood-stained teeth: "I am a native of Yueji. What's wrong with worshipping his own tribe? Those who are inseparable from Buddhism will all be sentient beings to the sea of ​​Buddha, and all sentient beings will become Buddhas!"

"What do you have to say about the woman you captured in your temple?"

The old monk Linghui put his face away. This time he didn't say anything, but looked at the ground on one side, and wrote down a magic pattern with blood in the monk's sleeve, and slapped his magic power to slap it.

The Buddha's power exploded on the ground with a bang. In the dust, the steel fork between the old monk's neck loosened and flew away. He stood up and rushed directly to Xiangyun Hall, sat cross-legged on the altar, overlapping with the Buddha statue behind him.

"Abbot! Abbot!" The three pilgrims hurried forward, but were thrown away by the old monk and trapped the cushion by the invisible Buddha power. They put their palms together and kept their kneeling posture and could not move.

Linghui ignored the three people at the table. The original pair of kind eyes showed fierceness.

"Chen Yuan, don't think you can control me. I have been practicing Buddhism in Lingyun Temple for decades. How could you be rampant? You have killed countless people in the north. Today I will also let you taste what is the Vajra Dharma and what is the cause and effect!"

"What I said seems to be slaughtering your tribe for no reason!"

Chen Yuan stepped onto the stone steps with his hands behind his back. Several Yin Gods overlapped behind him, each with his expression, and he looked like Hei Bai Wuchang smiled strangely: "It's time to pull out his tongue when he turns black and white!"

Niu Tou Horse Face: "This old bald donkey has never entered the underworld." "Hehe, I'm afraid I can't get out after entering."

The golden shackles and silver locks twisted the phantom, and smiled fiercely, calling to the old monk on the altar: "Come here, let's do it." "We will take you back to the underworld, where it is more suitable for you than the world."

Zhong Kui opened his eyes: "I have never tasted the monk's ghost."

Amid the rambling words, the old monk Linghui on the altar turned red and blue when he heard it. He calmed down and put up a magic seal, and quickly squirmed his lips.

Chen Yuan also pinched the magic tricks, and suddenly a Buddha light appeared in front of the old monk, and then disappeared. Linghui opened her eyes suddenly and looked around in panic, "What's going on?"

He murmured and hurriedly recited the scriptures again. The Buddha's light appeared again, but then disappeared.

"It seems that your Buddha no longer accepts you." Chen Yuan looked at his panicked look, but did not take action directly. He watched the old bald donkey turn over and sit up on the altar, kneel in front of the Buddha statue, bowing and kowtowing.

"Master Buddha, where is my Buddhist Dharma? Return the Buddha's power to me quickly..."

The moment the invisible force shot the old monk off the altar, the towering Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform suddenly turned slowly with a heavy sound.

"No...no...Buddha Lord..." Seeing this, the old monk Linghui rolled and crawled over to the Buddha statue. He threw Chen Yuan's robes away, but he lost the power of the Buddha. It was just an ordinary robes. Chen Yuan took them in his hand and shook them. Then he folded them while walking, put them on the altar, grabbed the panicked old monk Linghui and dragged them to the hall.

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He raised his hand and flew out high...

On the side of Xiangyun Palace, the crazy old man pressed a struggling Hu priest, pointed at the other side, turned around with a smile, "See, that's my apprentice, isn't he very handsome? He is both powerful and handsome, and he's almost caught up with me."

The old bull on the side rolled his eyes, raised his hooves and stepped hard on the struggling priest's butt. The pain made the other party burst into tears, nodded repeatedly, and said in Chinese that was not smooth, "He's very handsome."

What else did the crazy old man want to say? At this moment, a stream of light flew in the sky, and the old monk who was throwing it was suddenly caught. The next moment, the magic lights fell into the temple like a meteor shower.

Chen Yuan frowned, and in his vision, the dense magic lights faded away, showing the figure of uniform clothing, all holding swords and holding talismans. The old man in charge looked at the rescued old monk Linghui, let it go, and greeted him politely: "Why is the abbot so embarrassed?"

The old monk Linghui looked at Chen Yuan at the door of the hall and whispered: "This person is an evil practitioner, and he has broken the Dharma..."

"You are all fellow Chengyun Sect members? Chen Yuan is here!"

Before the old monk could speak, he heard the figure in front of the palace gate protecting his own house. The head of Chengyun Sect frowned. He had heard of this person's name from the Tianshi Mansion and had always had contact with the Tianshi Mansion. He also knew that he had done a lot of things to expel the Yueji people.

"It turns out that I am a fellow Taoist, but I don't know why I'm making a big fuss about Lingyun Temple tonight? This temple has been built for more than 200 years and has a strong incense. Although there have been something wrong with these years, it has not reached the point of ruining the temple, right?"

"He is from Yueji."

With Chen Yuan's words alone, the Chengyun Sect frowned one by one, obviously he was more indignant at the Yueji people than any evil cultivator. After all, the Hu people went south and burned, killed and robbed them all the way, and the tragedy caused by the human world was vivid in my mind, and I wish I could hit a sword and slashed them.

"Fellow Taoist, what is the evidence for this statement?"

The old man was also cautious. When he heard the Hu people's spiritual cards worshipped in the side hall, he immediately sent two disciples to check. At this time, the old monk Linghui in his hand was also panicked and hurriedly said, "Don't listen to him, this person killed my monks...no..."

The three pilgrims in the hall were urinating out at this time. They thought they were trapped by the old monk just now. The frightened person who knelt in front of the Buddha statue had not yet come back to their senses. When they rushed outside, they saw so many people in the Taoist temple, they were so scared that they sat on the ground, pointing at the old monk and shouting: "It's not our business, we are just here to charge incense and oil. He is from Yueji. He asked us to find more pilgrims to add incense and oil to the temple, so that they can enjoy countless women..."

"Abbot!? What the three of them said is true?"

The old man looked serious and turned his head to look at the old monk he was holding. At this time, the two disciples in the side hall also came out, holding two spiritual positions in each hand, and there were words written in Yueji. It was probably obvious that they were the names of people.

"Haha... I have never liked the style of Lingyun Temple, but even so, I would not refuse to save you. But I didn't expect that the person I saved was so ugly and dirty!"

The old man gritted his teeth and looked at the old monk Linghui who was looking at other places. His face turned red with anger. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked him to his knees, kicking him to his knees.

"You were adopted by my Han couple back then, and you were valued by the abbot of this temple, so you have today! Even a dog should know how to repay your kindness. It is really worth it for your adoptive father and mother, and it is not worth it for your ex-abbot!"

clang!

The sword was unsheathed, and the old man reached out and held the hilt of the sword, his beard drifted, and he glared with anger.

"I will remove your harm because of their blindness today!"

"Chairman Liu, you and I will meet each other for a while, please...ah!"

The old monk begged to look back, and the cold sword light reflected in his eyes. In the countless intertwined sights around him, he was halfway through his words, and his head dropped to the ground with a thud, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"good!"

This was not what Chen Yuan called out, but the crazy old man who secretly looked at him couldn't help but shout. He dragged the Hu priest in his hand and threw it in front of the old man.

"Hurry, kill one more! Kill another!"

Chen Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth and dispersed the Yin Gods behind him, while the old Taoist there looked at the crazy old man in front of him, but frowned.

It feels familiar.
Chapter completed!