"Two benefactors, we haven't seen any foreigners in this temple recently, so please come back."
Outside the gate of Putuo Temple.
Several monks guarding the mountain bowed to the two young men and women who looked like gods and heroes.
The woman refused to give up and tried to discuss it with them.
"We are disciples of the Tianyan Sword Sect and the Red Flame Fist Sect. We have important matters to come to Putuo Temple. We hope you will be accommodating."
"Amitabha, I'm really sorry. The abbot has already ordered that the Buddhist temple is closed to visitors recently. The donor should come back soon."
"The Tianyan Sword Sect doesn't give you any face? The Scarlet Flame Fist Sect doesn't give you any face either?"
"I'm sorry, but I obey."
"Hey, you bald guys are so anxious..."
She turned her head and whispered beside the man, "Xiao Linzi, what should we do?"
Lin Jichen had a faint smile on his lips at this time, and he did not forget to tease: "No, you shouldn't usually be ready to break down the door violently, why are you so honest today."
Hearing this, Ren Lan rolled her eyes at him and said bitterly: "I'm not stupid. This is Putuo Temple, the best Buddhist temple in the world. My cultivation level is not enough to be seen by others here. I am still somewhat good at self-awareness.
Cut."
"Not bad, not bad, everyone will now assess the situation."
Ren Lan couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pinched his waist, and said angrily: "Stop making sarcastic remarks. What should we do next? How about we go?"
Lin Jichen waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't panic, I have a solution."
After saying that, he looked at the monks guarding the mountain and said, "I'd like to ask the young masters to inform your abbot that I have something important to discuss with you."
"I'm sorry, donor, the abbot has an order..."
"I picked up this heaven-grade Buddhist magical power. If you don't want it, I will throw it on the street and let others pick it up. I just don't know if some demonic cultivator picks it up and practices it. Will it affect your Buddhist reputation?"
Lin Jichen spoke very naturally, not paying any attention to the dark faces of the monks opposite him.
And after he finished speaking, he turned to leave.
Several monks suddenly became anxious and hurried forward.
"Donor, don't worry, I'll report it to the abbot right now!"
"I'll give you half a stick of incense to think about. I won't wait until it's too late."
"Okay, okay."
"Bring me two more chairs, I'm a little tired from standing."
"Uh...ok."
The several monks guarding the mountain were held in the palm of Lin Jichen's hand, and they were furious, completely different from the calm look they had just now.
Lin Jichen and Ren Lan, on the other hand, were sitting leisurely and contentedly at the gate of Putuo Temple, seemingly showing no respect for this No. 1 Buddhist temple in the world.
Not long after, several old monks walked out of the mountain gate. When they saw Lin Jichen, they asked: "Do you really have Buddhist magical powers?"
"That can still be a lie."
Lin Jichen calmly took out a jade slip, which contained the seal of the Great Sun Tathagata he had rubbed.
This magical power was originally copied from Sheng Yuan. He wanted to return it to Jingyi Shenni as a favor, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't want it.
This time he made a rubbing again and treated it as a deal with Putuo Temple.
When several old monks saw that it was indeed their Buddhist secret skill, they immediately looked solemn and began to politely welcome Lin Jichen into the temple to discuss it in detail.
"I can't get along with you monks, my status doesn't match, and you can't be the master. I want to see your Abbot Xuankong."
Lin Jichen, however, was not polite to them and acted carelessly.
The faces of several elders turned dark. They were also elders of Putuo Temple, and they were all at the enlightenment level.
Lin Jichen, a mere junior, actually despised them so much.
Ren Lan, who was on the side, agreed: "That's right, don't look at him because he is young, but he is the new great elder of Tianyan Sword Sect. You outer sect elders are really not qualified to talk to him."
Several people were immediately speechless and had no choice but to whisper before calling for help.
When they came out again, there was one more person between them, but it was still not the Xuan Kong that Lin Jichen wanted to see, but another old monk.
This old monk is very fat and has no image to speak of. His clothes are sloppy, his belly button is exposed, and he has a string of large Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. He looks very naive.
However, when this smiling monk came to him, he suddenly made a palm print and came straight to Lin Jichen's door.
This sudden action caught everyone by surprise.
Lin Jichen was still sitting on the chair, not preparing to dodge at all. Seeing that he was about to be hit by the palm print, even if he was not injured, he would definitely be embarrassed.
The fat monk also showed a look of gloating over his misfortune.
"You brat, your reputation is much greater than your strength. In the past few years, there have been news everywhere about this brat causing trouble. Do you think you can ignore me because of Leng Feiyan's backing? I will make a fool of you today."
He believed that Lin Jichen would never be able to react to his sudden attack.
Moreover, he is also very confident in his own cultivation. He had just broken through to the Feathering Realm not long ago, when his confidence was at an all-time high.
Lin Jichen, who was sitting on the chair, seemed to be really stunned and didn't react at all.
When the palm print came, Lin Jichen's expression remained as usual, and there was even a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
His eyes flashed, and the surrounding spiritual energy condensed automatically, turning into a void of sword energy and heading straight towards the ferocious palm print.
boom!
The sword energy and the palm print collided in the air, and the palm print was crushed and offset on the spot. On the contrary, the sword energy was still more powerful and continued to attack the fat monk!
The fat monk's face changed slightly, and he had no choice but to take action again and resolve it with one palm.
The two suddenly fought, and both seemed to be unscathed, but in fact the fat monk had already lost.
"Haha, the poor monk just heard that Donor Lin is extraordinary in strength and talent, and he wanted to compete for a while. Donor Lin won't mind, right?"
The fat monk returned to his honest and honest appearance, laughing and talking about the sneak attack just now.
Ren Lan smiled disdainfully and muttered: "If Xiao Linzi doesn't mind, there will be ghosts."
Sure enough, facing the fat monk's words, Lin Jichen also smiled happily.
"It's okay, let's spar. I also like to spar. Since this master likes to spar so much, let's do it again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jichen had already used the Wind Tribulation Sword, and he had already taken action in the blink of an eye, not giving the fat monk a chance to regret it!
When the fat monk saw this, he cursed secretly, but he could only fight bravely.
After a few moves.
Although the fat monk was fine, the gate of Putuo Temple suffered from old sins.
I saw that the originally magnificent mountain gate was completely destroyed, the rocks collapsed, and all the vegetation was destroyed, making it look like a ruin.
"stop!"
Seeing that Lin Jichen wanted to take action, the fat monk had no choice but to drink loudly.
The news of the two fighting each other immediately attracted several Buddhist masters.
Lin Jichen also took advantage of the donkey's truce at the foot of the slope to put away his sword.
Seeing that the fat monk wanted to blackmail someone, he took the lead and laughed.
"This master is so powerful. He is indeed the best Buddhist temple in the world. There are so many masters. The master said he wanted to compete with the junior, but I didn't expect the junior to stop on a whim. It made a bit of a mess. I'm really sorry."
Lin Jichen threw the pot on the fat monk. You want to discuss it, so don't blame me.
"Junior brother, is this really true?" A skinny old monk asked with a frown.
The fat monk was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.
