In the majestic temple, a group of monks and elders and the first temple were gathered.
"Amitabha, you all gathered together today, and I believe you know what I plan."
In the middle of the hall, the old monk wearing a red cassock folded his hands together and spoke slowly; the old man's face was covered with white beards, and his eyes were warm and pious.
"Hmph! The host is too worried. No matter how powerful his Nanquan is, will he dare to force his way into my Buddhist temple?"
The first tiger's eyes in the Luohan Hall were wide open, and its sturdy body was wrapped in the monk's robe, making it look a little bloated.
"Amitabha, you are full of anger! You are attached to the appearance."
The head of the Bodhidharma Academy on the side was unchanging and scolded him. Buddhism emphasizes the purity of the six senses and the seven emotions are gone. How can we show anger in the temple?
In the middle of the palace, the host wearing a red cassock moved his white eyebrows slightly, looking at the first seat of the Luohan Hall.
The first seat of the Arhat Hall has recently entered the second-rate realm and has become more and more arrogant. A few days ago, he even mobilized ten disciples to leave secretly, not knowing where to go.
"Senior brothers, you are obsessed with the appearance! My Lianhuafa Temple has been passed down for thousands of years and has countless outstanding people. There are even masters like Xi Buddha in this era, so how dare he break through Nanquan?"
Yuanchen refused to let go, and his strong body was filled with unspeakable pressure. He actually sneered and refuted the first building of the Damo Academy in public.
"Amitabha, you have never been exposed to that realm and do not understand its horror."
The host put his hands together, lowered his Buddhist name, looked at the head of the Arhat Hall with a little pity; he was young and vigorous, but he didn't know how vast the world was, and was fascinated by the fame and fortune in the temple.
No wonder Siphere wants to move out...
The old monk sighed lightly and shook his head slightly.
"I want me to tell you that even if he is defeated by the North Leg, he is both spear and sword. If he wants to challenge the Buddhist son of our temple, he still needs to send a prayer letter, take a bath, ring the bell and burn incense to worship Buddha!"
Yuanchen looked around and spoke coldly, claiming that Lianhuafa Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, even if the emperor of the current dynasty comes, he will have to worship Buddha and ancestors!
The head of the Taoist Academy was unhappy and was about to refute, but saw the monks around him, and the eyes of the monks flashed; there was already a look of intention on their faces.
"Ah! It's a mess! It's a mess! This big Buddhist temple is fascinated by fame and fortune!"
He angrily scolded, heartbroken, and even the host sighed slightly, feeling very dereliction of duty.
"Senior brother, host, you are old; this world is no longer as good as before. The strong will always be strong. If you have strength, you will have the power to set rules!"
Yuanchen stepped forward, his eyes full of passion and desire.
Dong~dong~dong!
At this moment, the bell rang three times and echoed throughout the temple.
"Who! Who is it? The Dharma bell rings!"
Yuanchen was shocked, turned around and shouted, looking down at the surroundings, but no one answered.
Da, da, da.
A faint sound of footsteps came, getting closer and closer, as if it was like a yellow bell, hitting everyone's heart.
For some reason, Yuanchen suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart and his mouth was dry; the faint sound of footsteps made him unable to control himself, and his whole body was in a mess.
"Nanquan Wang Teng, come and have a visit!"
Boom!
Accompanied by the loud noise, a bronze bell flew out and fell into the center of the palace; for a long time, the center of the bell body was deeply sunk, and a fist mark was imprinted in it.
Da, da, da
The footsteps became heavier and a young man in green robe stepped on the setting sun and walked into the palace, looking down on all sides.
"You...you dare to destroy the Dharma bell of my temple. What a courage!"
Yuanchen was anxious and his bloated body trembled slightly, and he actually pointed at Wang Teng and scolded him.
"What a bold thing? Who are you?"
Wang Teng glanced coldly, waved his hand and fanned out a strong wind, which hit the round face directly; he slapped him directly, his face swollen as a pig's head.
ah!
The monks and monks were frightened and felt that the Buddhist teachings they had learned in the past had done useless work; they could only watch and were so weak.
"I didn't want to do this, but what I did is shameless! I sent someone to intercept me with a bow and crossbow. Lianhuafa Temple is a very pure place!"
Wang Teng's eyes were cold, and the true energy surged within three feet, shattering the gold and stone floor tiles under his feet, splashing sand and stones all over the ground.
He walked westward and wanted to fight against Xifo, but was ambushed ten miles away from the foot of the Fasi Mountain!
Ten masked men were shooting with powerful crossbows, trying to ambush him.
If you are unexpectedly a second-rate expert, you will definitely die. If you are the top masters, you may be careful to deal with it and protect your body at all times.
The ten people who were ambushing never thought that Wang Teng was extremely fierce in protecting his body, so he rushed up with a crossbow arrow, killing all ten of them.
After the war, Wang Teng was extremely angry and lifted up the face towel of ten people. It turned out to be ten agile monks!
He also carried the secret letter of Yuanchen at the first seat of the Arhat Hall, and the purpose was to stop him outside the Lianhuafa Temple!
He was angry and walked rapidly, hitting Lianhua Dharma Temple, and punched their Dharma bell into the Main Hall with one punch.
"Now, tell me, who is Yuanchen, the first seat of the Luohan Hall?"
Wang Teng stepped down with one step, and his true energy surged, stirring up an unparalleled storm, which scared the heads of the crowd.
"Amitabha, the donor, please calm down. The one who was blown away by you just now is Yuanchen, the first seat of the Arhat Hall."
In the middle of the palace, the host wearing a red cassock sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
He never expected that Yuanchen would be so arrogant that he actually sent someone to hold a crossbow to ambush Nanquan!
"Is he Yuanchen?"
Wang Teng frowned slightly, and his big hand stretched out, and his true energy pulled the bloated figure like a rope.
Woo woo woo woo woo!
Yuanchen, the first seat of the Arhat Hall, struggled to get rid of the entanglement of true energy.
"I ask, if you answer, if you are wrong, you will die."
Wang Teng spoke coldly, pressing his big hand on Yuanchen's heavenly spirit, and his strength was sucking and spitting, and his head could burst in an instant.
"You...you...this is the Main Hall, you dare!"
The round and angry eyes were about to break. As the head of the Arhat Hall, he had never suffered such humiliation. Even those officials of the court needed to respect him when they saw him!
"pity."
Wang Teng shook his head slightly, and his strength burst out, and a bloody rain burst out on the spot; his green robe was shining with true energy, and it was spotless.
"Isn't it good to be alive, host, what do you think?"
He looked at the palace with a terrifying look, and no one dared to look at it.
"Amitabha Buddha, I know everything I ask about when the King and donor ask."
The old monk sighed softly, knowing that the survival of the temple was at this moment, he took a step forward and faced Wang Teng.
"I don't care about the reason for the matter. I only know that I suffered losses and almost lost my life. How do I compensate me?"
Wang Teng spoke lightly and asked for compensation, but he could not come in vain. As an ancient force in Qingtian Temple that has been passed down for thousands of years, there will naturally be no shortage of good things.
"Amitabha, what do you want to do with the donor?"
The old monk smiled bitterly, knowing that he had no right to offer, so he threw the chore back.
"Three Great Huan Dan, three Yijin Dan, and ten days of reading on the Sutra Pavilion!"