There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Only myself can govern the world well and secure the seat of the co-lord of the Great Zhou.

These sects' inheritance techniques, one day I will make them all become my things!

"Tell me, if these four holy lands intend to deprive Qingxuan Sword Sect of its qualification as a holy land, and choose a new sect to become a holy land, how will they choose?"

"This... should be based on the strength, reputation, influence of the sect, and the inheritance of the sect, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Hou Longhai lowered his head and replied.

He also guessed what His Majesty was thinking, but he didn't point it out.

The emperor, on the other hand, clapped his hands lightly, stroked his palms and laughed.

"Since this is the case, one of the Seven Sacred Lands, the Taoist Qingxuan Sword Sect is relocated. This is a great event in the world. Announce it to the world! I plan to personally clean up the dust for many masters of the Qingxuan Sword Sect and choose the right sect for them station!"

"As for the secret, the incident about the Qingxuan Sword Sect and the other holy land's plans to assess the Qingxuan Sword Sect's holy land qualifications are also spread. At the same time, let the people in the rivers and lakes know that the name of the holy land is for the virtuous. If the sects in the world Anyone who is confident can come to Shangjing to compete for the name of this holy place! Let the martial arts people in the world judge which sect is more suitable to be named the holy place!"

In the words, there are two wills, one clear and one dark, but a big net has been sprinkled down silently, and now I just wait for the Qingxuan Sword Sect to send it to the door!

Chapter 120 Six Actions of Lin Xinnuo

Xuzhou territory.

After the memorial service in the new cemetery was over, the Kulun Temple presided over the blood sea king slaying demons, and the reputation that if hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha has spread far and wide.

All of a sudden, the reputation of the Buddhist master who made the eminent monks of the Jinchan Temple feel ashamed even surpassed the reputation of the red lotus saint who was in the limelight. The relationship between those who promise to make a move.

After all, there is no need to continue to promote Lin Xinnuo anymore. The girl obviously doesn't want to be a saint for the rest of her life. It is too uncomfortable to be noticed wherever she goes.

Under the spread of some people, more and more people know about the specific situation of the cemetery that day. The incense is getting better and better.

Because of Master Xihuai's warning from the Jinchan Temple, the other two temples didn't think anything wrong about the gradually declining incense, and looked helpless.

In fact, it is useless even if they are tempted. After all, they have lost their hearts, and spreading some rumors about the badness of the Kulun Temple is just asking for shame.

As for the head-to-head competition, I can't beat it. Many people still remember the field that day, the roaring King Kong Dharma in the sea of ​​blood.

As for comparing Buddhism, haven't you seen Master Xihuai feel ashamed when facing that Nu Sheng?

The silence of Tianyin Temple and Biyun Temple also made some other small temples realize that the sky in Xuzhou has changed.

There were even some monks from small monasteries running over, looking like they wanted to quit Kulun Temple.

For these monks who wanted to change jobs, Kulun Temple naturally firmly refused, what a joke, what if a group of fake monks mixed in with a bunch of real monks and finally revealed their secrets?

Most of the monks recruited by Kulun Temple are from poor families and helpless people.

These people entered the Kulun Temple and worked every day besides chanting scriptures. They worked very hard one by one, so they didn't have to worry about being noticed if they were wrong.

After all, these fake monks just follow the scriptures and recite according to the Buddhist scriptures. The one who recites the most and the most proficiently is Amitabha.

Let them teach, forget it.

Today's Kulun Temple is as prosperous as ever, and the pilgrims who come and go come and go in an endless stream, almost without a moment's rest.

Although there are many pilgrims in Kulun Temple, it is worth pondering if there are a few who are truly sincere.

But the monks of Kulun Temple don't care, as long as they give money, they are fake monks anyway, and they hope that there will be more sincere people.

No, five young men in white clothes walked towards a monk standing in the corner with a look of anticipation after offering incense.

When they came in front of this monk, the five weak young masters all seemed a little nervous.

There is no way, the monk who is guarding the gate looks so strong, he looks like a black iron tower.

Most of the monks in other monasteries are white and fat, with a kind face, and their smiles are as amiable as Maitreya Buddha.

But the monks of Kulun Temple, all of them are thick and fleshy, their bodies are muscular, and their clenched fists are almost bigger than the heads of these weak scholars.

"This master, that Xiaosheng is from the Fang family that is thousands of miles away. The people around me are also talents from famous families nearby. This time, they came together and brought a lot of clumsy works. They want to make friends with literature. , Miss Saintess please appreciate it, I wonder if the master can pass it on for me?"

While saying this, the son handed over the stack of things in his hand.

The monk took it and looked it over, and found that there were some calligraphy, paintings, and poems. After flipping through the pages, he saw a large bank note sandwiched between these things, and his indifferent face gradually eased. Then came a bright smile.

"Several young masters have a heart, and I will definitely pass on this heart to His Majesty the Holy Maiden." "Master Lao, Master Lao!"

A group of sons could not help but blushed, as if they saw that the saint was touched by his amazing talent, and then shyly returned a handkerchief, and even said that the scene of inviting him to meet under the moon had arrived.

Leaving behind five eagerly awaited young masters, the great monk bypassed the crowd, passed through several halls, and after passing through several barriers guarded by monks, he came to the core of the Kulun Temple. In the courtyard.

After entering the small courtyard, the monk involuntarily lowered his head and slowed down his pace at the same time.

Walking to a wing room with the door tightly closed, he knocked lightly on the door, and then opened his mouth with a look of reverence and fanaticism.

"My lord, my lord, my subordinates have something to report."

The voice fell, and the silence lasted for a moment, and then a woman's voice came from the house.

"come in."

Hearing the promise of the suzerain, the monk also opened the door and walked in.

After entering the room, he casually threw the calligraphy and painting in his hand on the table beside him. He came to meet the suzerain and the holy lady, of course it was not for this kind of thing.

There were two women in the room, Lin Xinnuo was dressed in a bloody dress, and she was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, as if she was practicing.

In the middle is a grand teacher's chair, Xue Aoshuang is sitting upright, with both hands pressed on the armrest, looking at the monk who entered the room, his eyes are full of a touch of majesty.