Seeing Zhitong running away in embarrassment, Xu Yingyi looked at Wang Chen with a complicated meaning in her eyes.
He elected Wang Chen as the chief representative. In addition to Xihaizong's transcendent status, the most important thing was to push the latter to the forefront to facilitate his actions behind the scenes.
The position of chief representative looks crazy, and it's not that easy to hold.
Representatives of one hundred and seventy-six sects were watching, each with their own thoughts. Xu Yingyi did not think that he had the overbearing spirit to command the heroes and make these elites obey him.
But Xu Yingyi wanted to take the initiative, so he chose Wang Chen as his "front-of-screen" spokesperson.
Unexpectedly, Wang Chen looked young and immature, but his actions were quite sophisticated. With one simple move, he used retreat to advance and turned the situation around in an instant.
And gained the support and trust of other monks!
Although she felt somewhat regretful, Xu Yingyi was not so stupid as to jump out and sing the opposite tune at this time.
He laughed and said, "It's so shameless!"
All the monks believed this deeply.
Xu Yingyi's words aroused the arrogance in everyone's heart.
After half a cup of tea, Zhitong came back again.
He bowed his eyebrows and saluted Wang Chen and said: "Chief Wang, abbot of this temple, please move to the Zen courtyard to discuss..."
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
Wang Chen was unmoved and said calmly: "Everything should be discussed with others. We are one hundred and seventy-six Taoist families who share the same spirit. It is impossible for me to leave my fellow Taoists to talk privately with your abbot!"
If he went alone, no matter what the outcome of the discussion with the abbot of Xuanyuan Temple, he would be easily criticized.
"this…"
Zhitong looked troubled - we can't let all such monks run away to the Zen monastery, right?
It’s not a group fight!
But Wang Chen's attitude was extremely determined.
"or…"
Wang Chen continued: "I invite four fellow Taoists to come with me and listen to what your temple has to say. I think the abbot won't mind, right?"
Zhitong immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't mind, I don't mind!"
It's not that he makes any opinions, but it was something the abbot specifically explained just now.
It would be best to invite Wang Chen here alone. If Wang Chen doesn't want to, then there's no problem in adding a few more people.
Wang Chen directly named him: "Please come together and be a witness."
Senior Brother Xu is naturally Xu Yingyi, Senior Brother Hu is the rough monk, plus Yan Xixi and Senior Brother Zhao, who has the highest cultivation level among them all, Wang Chen has thought very carefully.
The other monks had no objections to this at all.
So the five people, led by Monk Zhitong, left the side hall, bypassed the main hall in front and came to the Zen courtyard in the back hall.
The Zen forest is deep, quiet and elegant, and an old monk with long eyebrows is seen sitting cross-legged in a stone pavilion.
Standing next to him was an old monk in commoner clothes with a haggard face.
Zhitong bowed respectfully to the old monk with long eyebrows and said, "Abbott, we are here."
The long-browed old monk opened his eyes, and an imperceptible divine light suddenly flashed through his cloudy eyes.
"Amitabha~"
He raised his head and looked at Wang Chen and others, and announced the Buddha's name: "The poor monk Xuanyuan Temple has met all the Taoist sages."
Wang Chen and others did not dare to neglect, and they all returned the greeting: "I have met my senior!"
This long-browed old monk Xu Ming looks very old, as if he could poke it with one finger.
But none of the five Wang Chens are shallow people, and they cannot look down upon an abbot of a large Buddhist temple in the Western Regions.
Xu Ming's cultivation level is unfathomable, at least he is at the level of a Zen master.
I saw Xu Ming pointing to the old monk in civilian clothes standing beside him: "This is Xu Wen, the supervisor of our temple."
Xu Wen said expressionlessly: "The poor monk is in charge of Xuanyuan's affairs. He doesn't want to make improper arrangements, disturb the Taoist sages, and affect the harmony of Buddhism and Taoism. What a sin!"
He lowered his head and said, "The poor monk voluntarily offered himself to pay for his sins."
Wang Chen's expression condensed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Namo Amitabha!"
But before Wang Chen could speak to stop him, he saw Xu Wen sitting on the ground with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed and silent.
The next moment, two lines of bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
The aura of this prisoner, who was the same generation as Abbot Xuming, rapidly declined and became completely dead in the blink of an eye.
He actually died on the spot!
Xu Yingyi and others were stunned. They did not expect that the other party would actually pay for his crime with his life.
Xu Ming asked: "Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Several monks looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. They felt that it was quite bad.
Such a result is not what everyone wants to see.
Wang Chen smiled and said: "Abbott, this is an internal matter of your Xuanyuan Temple. We Taoist disciples have no right to interfere, and we have no right to say whether we are satisfied or not."
He also didn't expect that the other party would use such tactics to deal with his attack.
This false news is obviously a scapegoat being pushed out, and he is probably about to die.
Wang Chen felt resentful, but he had no intention of getting entangled any further.
He did not want to wear the hat that killed a big temple supervisor on his own head: "We just want to rush to Lingshan as soon as possible to avoid missing the opportunity to watch the ceremony and be punished by the sect. We also ask the abbot to supervise and let the flying boat speed up
Come here."
Xu Ming suddenly looked at Wang Chen, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
But the strange light disappeared in a flash, and he nodded and replied: "Okay."
"Thank you, abbot."
Wang Chen cupped his fists and saluted: "Then, this junior and others will go back to the side hall and wait."
He turned around and left with Xu Yingyi and four others.
Xu Ming did not stop him and watched Wang Chen and others disappear at the intersection of the Zen Forest Trail.
Then he looked at Xu Wen, who had already passed away, and his expression became cold and indifferent: "Xihai Sect..."
A few words are too thin to be read.
After Wang Chen and others returned to the side hall, they told the other monks exactly what had happened.
If Wang Chen was just one person, such a statement would inevitably make people murmur.
Because the Dangtang Prison committed suicide to apologize, which sounds quite unbelievable.
It is inevitable that everyone will be doubtful!
But now that Xu Yingyi and four people have testified, the monks will not think that they are colluding to deceive everyone.
Everyone felt that this breath was finally coming out of their mouth.
If you can force Xuanyuan Temple to hand over a human head as an explanation, you will have all the dignity and dignity, and you won't have to be panicked or short of breath when you return to the sect in the future.
After that, Xuanyuan Temple didn't cause any more trouble. The Lingjia flying boat that took them to Lingshan landed in the large square in front of the temple half an hour later.
At this time, all the thousands of believers had disappeared.
The length of the Lingjia flying boat is more than fifty feet. The body of the boat is in the shape of a flying shuttle, and the surface is densely covered with golden Sanskrit mantras.
After Wang Chen and others boarded the ship, the luxurious Linga flying boat immediately took off and set sail.
Flying towards the core of the Western Buddha Realm.
One day later, the Linga flying boat landed in front of a huge temple.