Chapter 167 The Host’s Response

Master Kulu has been in a bad mood these past few days. He was not invited to the great Dharma ceremony in Shendu City. This made him extremely angry, but he couldn't show it on his face. On this day, he was chanting Buddha's name in the Temple of the Heavenly King when suddenly a disciple

He rushed in to report the matter in a panic.

Although Monk Jinxiang is not his disciple, he can still be regarded as a pillar among the second generation of disciples in the temple, and he can also be a good person at ordinary times. Whatever benefits he has, he has not forgotten to show his filial piety to his uncle. It is painful to hear him being subdued.

Master Lu was very angry, so he immediately called his disciples and went out to rescue his nephew, while also venting his anger.

Now when I arrived at the door of the inn, I looked up and saw Feng Ziyue sitting leisurely in the middle, with Monk Jinxiang's bald head under his feet. He seemed not to care about his arrival at all. Master Kulu was even more furious.

"Boy, don't let me go yet!"

He shouted twice, but Feng Ziyue ignored him at all. He ate a piece of snacks, took a slow sip of tea, and then glanced at him sideways.

"Don't any of you monks in Beilanda Temple know who announces the Dharma name? Who knows who you are?"

Master Kulu snorted coldly, jumped down from the soft couch, and walked into the inn, "I am the first Kulu in the Tianwang Hall of Beilanduo Temple. Who are you? Why do you want to hold on to my disciple Jin Xiang?"

?”

Feng Ziyue laughed loudly, stood up, and saluted casually, "It turns out to be Master Kulu. Just in time, I want to invite the master to comment! Duanduan happened to be staying here, but a wild monk came to make trouble. He was

After I fought out, I took this monk with me—"

Feng Ziyue tapped his toes on Jin Xiang's bald head, "This monk didn't speak clearly before he scolded me and cursed me to go to Abi Hell. I taught him a few words, and he got anxious for a moment.

He hit him when he came up, and it seemed that he wanted to get rich and kill him, so he kicked him down. Since you are his elder, you have to comment on this!"

"fart!"

The tall monk just now jumped out and cursed, "Uncle Kulu, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. He was slandering Buddha behind his back just now, but I caught him. I was going to drag him to Beilanduo Temple to enforce the law, but I didn't know that this kid was self-reliant.

He was so stubborn that he knocked me down, so I asked Senior Brother Jin Xiang to help me. Senior Brother Jin Xiang tried to persuade me with good words, but he was knocked down by a sneak attack!"

Kulu's eyes flashed fiercely and he said coldly: "Young man, you heard me clearly. Now that the witnesses and material evidence are all there, you better not resist. Let my nephew go and go to my Beilanduo Temple to accept the crime. Maybe

You can still escape with your life!"

Feng Ziyue laughed loudly and shook his head.

"I thought someone knew something was coming, but I didn't expect it was a stupid monk. I can't tell, but I'd better fight him!"

He lazily put on a posture and raised his fingers towards Ku Lu.

"Young man is looking for death!"

Ku Lu was filled with anger. As the head of the Heavenly King Hall of Beilanduo Temple, he had such a respected position. When had he ever received such a cowardly attitude? He roared angrily and pushed with both hands. He saw a dense red air between his palms. It was actually the secret red color of Tantric Buddhism.

Sand palm!

He has been immersed in this red sand palm for decades, and his skills are so profound that he can injure people immediately with one strike. This is also his unique skill that allowed him to break through the martial arts master.

Feng Ziyue frowned, shook his head and sighed, "The little one just now was practicing the authentic Vajra Zen method. I didn't expect this old one to be practicing this kind of wild fox Zen, which can harm lives. What's the point of practicing this kind of martial arts?"

Buddhist disciples!”

The practice of red sand palm requires human blood, cinnabar and other substances. It is strange and bizarre, and has been criticized as a heresy by authentic Buddhism.

Ku Lu was furious and gnashed his teeth. He, the Red Sand Palm, was indeed a side branch of Buddhism and had been despised by others. But how could this little boy dare to say such arrogant words?

"Stop talking nonsense and die!"

Ku Lu waved his palms, but he saw Feng Ziyue smiling and refusing to evade him. Seeing that his palms were about to touch his chest, he was overjoyed and was about to say a few harsh words.

Unexpectedly, just when his palms were about to touch Feng Ziyue's coat, he suddenly saw Feng Ziyue's cold eyes. His heart froze, and there was a bang in his head, as if a huge boulder was pressing down, and he felt a huge pressure on his face.

Come on, he couldn't stand steadily, and with a growl in his throat, he fell to his knees!

Feng Ziyue didn’t even move a finger!

Although Ku Lu is already a martial master, how can he be an enemy against a congenital expert?

Feng Ziyue didn't even need to point a finger, just took one look and crushed him to the ground.

Yes, just a "eye"!

The fourth level of innateness, the impeccable momentum of the Martial Emperor, is that simple?

Just imagine that when Kuangren Chu's momentum is unleashed with all his strength, even Feng Ziyue, who has not yet entered the innate world, can only struggle to hold on. How can this great monk resist Feng Ziyue's momentum?

With just one "eye", he suddenly fell to his knees. Unable to hold himself up, he crawled on the ground and became a gourd rolling on the ground. Like his nephew, he put his bald head under Feng Ziyue's feet.

"Another one!"

Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently and stepped on the bitter hut under his feet.

"Monster...monster!"

The disciples shouted and ran away, not daring to look back!

The gold-faced monk just now was just that. He was defeated in one move, or he was really a master of martial arts. But who is Master Kulu? He is the master of Beilanduo Temple second only to Master Kudu who presides over it.

!

He rushed in front of that kid, but he also fell to the ground without even taking a palm?

What is this if not a monster?

The people watching outside were also in an uproar and trembling.

Qi Xiaodie looked at the two great monks stepping on Feng Ziyue's feet and said with a smile: "Xiao Feng, are you going too far?"

Feng Ziyue shook his head and sighed: "I originally wanted to talk to this Kulu, but I didn't expect that he was so ignorant that he dared to attack me, so I had to take him down. Anyway, this is Beilanduo."

The host hasn’t arrived yet, so I’ll just wait here and just ask the host directly, which will save me the trouble!”

If this Kulu knows the truth, he should understand that he who can defeat the great martial artist Jin Xiang without taking any action is by no means an idle person. Even if he wants to fight, he must find out clearly first. Who knows that this monk seems to have eaten gunpowder for some reason?

, stretched out his hand and hit him, but he had no choice but to reluctantly, and stepped on his bald head as well.

"That's right. Now it's just the Beilanda Temple, the head of the Heavenly King's Hall, and there is still a host, so just wait patiently for him to come!"

Qi Xiaodie smiled brightly and waited for Feng Ziyue's performance.

Unlike his junior brother, Master Kudu, the abbot of Beilanduo Temple, is in a very good mood these days.

He also received an invitation to the great Buddhist ceremony in Shendu City, and it is said that he was able to obtain the honor of presiding over the religious ceremony together with several senior officials of the Mahalando Temple.

This is an incredible honor. Beilanduo Temple was originally just a branch of the Great Landa Temple in Lingnan City. Compared with the main temple, its scale and power are much smaller. Don't look at Kudu.

He has a high status here, but when he returns to the main temple, he looks like shit, and no one cares about him at all.

He didn't expect that he would receive such an honor for the first time this time, so he was overjoyed.

He was in the meditation room, happily sorting out the gifts he had brought back this time.

Although his status is not high, as the abbot of a branch temple, he has a lot of money, especially in Lingnan Prefecture City, which is different from Na Shendu City. It is a traffic hub with a large number of merchants. Beilanduo Temple earns tens of thousands of sesame oil every year.

A huge amount of two silver coins.

This time when I go back to Shendu City, the abbot and several elders of the Great Landa Temple will naturally be sent to their places, and there are also a few disciples who hold real power, who also need to be taken care of.

Although it feels a little heartbreaking to give away my own money, it is the only way to pave the way for the future.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and someone hurried in to report the news.

"Hosting! Hosting! That's not good!"

Kudu frowned and angrily said: "Speak carefully! What does it mean to be a bad host? If anything happens, you have to be calm and calm. There are no monks' rules!"

The young novice monk was frightened and quickly knelt down and kowtowed in apology.

"Hosting - it's not good, no no, it's not that the hosting is bad, it's something major that's bad!"

"Incoherent, what happened?"

Kudu flicked his sleeves and collected all the gold and silver on the table, then asked with a sullen look on his face.

"The first seat of Kuhu...the first seat of Kuhu has been captured by others!" The little novice stammered and finally shouted out.

"What?"

Kudu was shocked and stood up suddenly. The gold and silver in his sleeves fell to the ground, and his expression changed drastically.

He knew the abilities of Ku Lu, his junior brother. The red sand palm in his hand was extremely powerful. His martial arts skills alone were only above him, not below him. Why could he get the title of the host of Beilanduo Temple back then?

First of all, he had the upper hand because he was older and because he was his senior brother. Secondly, he relied on his flattery and good flattery skills to please the people in the main temple.

But when it comes to fighting with real swords and guns, I have been doing worldly things for the past few years, and I am afraid that I will not be able to defeat my junior brother who is training hard in the Palace of the Heavenly King every day.

He is almost at the peak of martial arts and his strength is superb. Why would he be captured?

So what is the level of strength of the person who can defeat him?

Kudu shuddered and turned pale, "Please tell me in detail, don't miss anything!"

He caught the young novice monk and asked him in detail what happened. The young novice monk only came in to report the news, and he didn't know much about it, so he went to the outer room and asked the disciples who had just gone to the inn and the one who had caused the incident.

The fat monk also called in and asked carefully.

The fat monk had witnessed the cause and effect, and now his face was ashen and dejected. He no longer had the majesty he had at the beginning. Fortunately, he could still speak clearly and relayed everything about the situation to Kudu.

After Kudu heard all the situation, especially the fact that Kulu fell at his feet without even making a move, he couldn't help but look pale, his whole body was shaking, and the hand holding the rosary was shaking uncontrollably.
To be continued...