The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Yanjiu wore an indifferent face and said lawless words at the gate of Cihang Temple.

No one knows what portraits Yanjiu took from Cihang Temple. Everyone just wonders why the old host didn't take Yanjiu down immediately.

Even if Buddhism does not kill animals, it is still possible to imprison Yanjiu.

But the old host just closed his eyes when faced with Yanjiu's provocation.

Seeing this, Yanjiu smiled mockingly: "Old monk, if you don't speak, I will speak for you.

This Cihang Temple has a grand sign of compassion, but it does evil things that damage the Buddha's face.

Your Cihang Temple sect has produced few good people in thousands of years.

When the temple was first built thousands of years ago, you coveted Mr. Fei's reputation and imprisoned Mr. Fei for many years, forcing him to be the abbot of your Cihang Temple.

800 years ago, your Cihang Temple coveted the whole world. At that time, the abbot became the teacher of the emperor, and wanted to come to hold the emperor hostage and order the princes.

400 years ago, the world was in chaos and the people were in dire straits. Cihang Temple took the opportunity to join the world and drive up prices in an attempt to amass wealth.

By now, old monk, Cihang Temple under your leadership may have already set its sights on Zhaoyao Mountain.

I want to bring Zhaoyao Mountain under your Cihang Temple. "

As soon as Yanjiu said these words, everything was quiet. In the silence, everyone felt that Yanjiu was talking nonsense, but at the same time, they vaguely believed Yanjiu's words.

Only the old abbot's eyes suddenly opened, he waved the sleeves of his monk's robe and said in a loud voice:

"Where are the warrior monks? Buddhism is peaceful and does not tolerate malicious slander by others."

In an instant, a group of monks with monk sticks in their hands and solemn and majestic faces rushed out from nowhere in Cihang Temple, which had been silent just now.

The monks took their positions and formed a formation, surrounding the nine groups of inkstones in the middle.

Yanjiu raised the corners of his lips and looked at the old host: "Old monk, are you sure you want to break up with me?"

The old host had an expressionless face: "Little friend, it was you who wanted to break up with me first."

Yanjiu spread his hands and said completely indifferently: "I've always been this way, but you, old monk, are a highly respected person. Don't fight and kill all day long."

Yanjiu's words were extremely sarcastic. As soon as he finished speaking, the monk had already rushed towards him.

Everyone felt excited, Yan Jiu was finally taken away.

Shang Jing also straightened up from the car door, but before he could take a step forward.

Many swords flew in the air, the shadows of the swords were messy, and among the sword light and flint, several monks had been killed, and the remaining monks were panicking to avoid them.

It was the old abbot who snatched a monk's stick and struck the ground three times with the stick.

The sound waves spread, as if suppressing the speed of the messy sword shadows. Gradually, the many sword shadows converged on one sword, and the sword flew under the canopy of a big tree.

Everyone looked around and saw a baby-faced man sitting on a branch holding a sword, with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, looking at the old host with an upright look.

The baby face was very crisp and eloquent as soon as he opened his mouth:

"You old bald ass, you bully my junior brother whenever you get the chance. Have you asked about the sword in my hand?

You are so shameless. You bully children when you are young, and you are restless when you are young.

Ah, you're so mad at me. Let's see if I don't kill your Cihang Temple. "

With that said, Shen Shi'an jumped down from the tree.

The young man's face was full of childishness and arrogance, as if he didn't know the heights of the world.

It's just that he has one sword, and the sword looks weak, and it seems that he will soon succumb to the stick of the abbot of Cihang Temple.

Shang Jing was the only one with a leisurely look on his face. He finally took a step forward and walked slowly to Shen Shi'an.

The voice he spoke to Shen Shi'an was a little perfunctory, but the look he looked at the old host was very playful:

"Hello, senior brother Shi'an. Thank you for your hard work, senior brother. I will be with you..."