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Rong Wan pondered for a while, and decided to change the angle.

He said: "Then tell me again, how did your wife treat you?"

Xie Luan: "When I'm happy, I cook during the day and let me go to bed at night. When I'm unhappy, I cry and scold..."

Didn't I say it just now?

Rong Wang: "..."

He finally realized that he couldn't communicate with Xie Luan, and the two of them were not on the same line of thinking at all.

Rong Wang felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life and was full of happiness. Xie Luan's words made him calm down and realized that he still had a lot to learn, otherwise the Taoist partner he got would probably fly away as well.

Xie Luan was covered in cold sweat when asked, but seeing that the other party still looked dissatisfied, he thought silently again that he must invite Ming Sheng over to show the king, this is a safety hazard.

Rong Wang cleared his throat, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and when he spoke again, he had returned to his usual majestic appearance.

He said: "Thank you, I understand. It's so late, why are you here?"

Huh, Your Majesty seems to be back to normal.

Xie Luan heaved a sigh of relief in surprise.

He felt that it was no wonder that those human races worshiped Ming Sheng as a god, and it really made sense. He was exorcising evil spirits, silently chanting his name in his heart, and even his insanity was resolved.

Qie Luan said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, today's information report from Wanfa Chengxin Temple has been sent back."

When it comes to business, he finally tugged Rong Zhuang's fluttering heart towards reality, and he said: "Say."

Xie Luan said: "The monks in the temple are still the same as usual, and the guards have not been strengthened. However, the fluctuation of spiritual power around the temple is a little more than yesterday, and it is also more chaotic."

Some monks kept observing the situation outside, waiting for him to go to Wanfa Chengxin Temple at any time.

If Rong Wang hadn't kept his mind and sent people to investigate every day, he wouldn't have found these things.

——This shows that the trap was not set by Wanfa Chengxin Temple, and the unlucky monks were also kept in the dark.

And there are more and more fluctuations in spiritual power, maybe seeing that he has not acted for a while, some people are also anxious, right?

Rong Wang had no sympathy for the bald head, and asked again: "Where is Kong Jing?"

This Kong Jing is the descendant of the Ye family that Zhu Xi explained last time. It is said that he still has the jade certificate of the Chu Zhao Kingdom royal family in his hands.

When Zhu Xi was interrogated before, Qie Luan was by his side, and knew what Rong Wu was referring to.

He said: "I still meditate and recite scriptures every day, everything is normal. But my subordinates found that he has his own special scripture hall, which is very carefully arranged, a bit similar to the inside of the Imperial Family Huguo Temple."

Rong Huan sneered coldly, and said lightly: "The monks are still thinking about the prosperity of the past, and the six senses are not clean, so they must be easy to buy. No wonder Zhu Xi found out that this idiot has a jade document in his hand."

Xie Luan didn't know how to answer these words, so he bowed and remained silent.

Rong Zhuang said to himself: "It's time to meet them for a while."

Xie Luan said: "Has your majesty negotiated with Mingsheng properly? You pretended to be trapped and went to Wanfa Chengxin Temple. The planner behind the scenes will definitely take action. The next thing needs the cooperation of Zhengdao."

Rong Zhuang smiled but said: "Who told you that I punish evil and eradicate adultery in order to cooperate with the righteous way? Am I so upright?"

Xie Luan ran around for a few days, thinking he knew the matter very well.

In his guess, Rong Huang must have seen through the conspiracy of the other party to use Zhu Xi as a bait to release fake news, and then followed the plan, secretly cooperating with the righteous way, using this trap as an opportunity to fight back.

He never thought that the other party would still believe Zhu Xi's words after going round and round.

Obtaining the Ye family's jade certificate is not a cover for him to deceive others, but Rong Huang's real purpose.

What is the use of this thing for him?

All kinds of closeness between Junshang and Mingsheng... Is it true or fake?

The sudden thought made Xie Luan's back break out in a thin layer of cold sweat, and he really realized that these big figures standing in the clouds were different from himself.

Unfathomable, even love and hate are so ambiguous, it is really too difficult to guess their thoughts.

He knew he shouldn't say any more, so he said "yes" wisely.

Rong Wang must have known that Xie Luan had many doubts in his heart, but he didn't make things difficult for him.

He stared at the pile of notebooks in front of him in a daze for a moment, and then said: "Go ahead. Arrange people to attack Wanfa Chengxin Temple tomorrow afternoon."

In the afternoon, the sun is shining, and the beautiful scenery in the mountains is beautiful and elegant. The thousand-year-old temple stands high on the peak, and the mountain wind blows, sending the long bells out of the forest, and everything is solemn and quiet.

Wanfa Chengxin Temple starts to receive pilgrims every morning from sunrise, and starts to clean up at noon, and outsiders are no longer allowed to enter.

A young monk stood in the pavilion on the highest mountain and rang the bell. He had to send the bell to the whole mountain with his spiritual power before he could complete one of the day's practice.

After the last bump, he raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his eyes inadvertently glanced across the ancient mountain road, and he suddenly let out a surprise.

Originally, there would never be outsiders setting foot at this hour, but at this moment, a group of people came slowly on the road that was already forbidden.

At the front of the line is a one-by-eight soft sedan chair. The whole sedan chair is mainly black, with complicated and weird golden patterns embroidered on it, and decorated with pearls. It looks weird and reveals a bit of gorgeousness.

The breeze gently swayed the car curtain, but only a piece of clothes exposed from behind, and an arm casually hanging in front of the window, with slender and pale fingers.

Behind the sedan chair were all burly black-armored warriors. Their steps seemed to be unhurried, but their speed was very fast. In just a few blinks, they were almost at the top of the mountain.

What shocked the little monk the most was the strong demonic energy on their bodies.

This Wanfa Chengxin Temple has a history of thousands of years. The surrounding flowers, plants and trees are nourished by the sound of incense and chanting scriptures all the year round, and are most sensitive to all kinds of evil things. At this moment, they are only passed by this group of people, and there are faint signs of withering .

Those who come are not unusual!

The little monk watched helplessly that the person sitting on the sedan chair had already wiped away the barrier protecting the mountain with just a casual movement, and he was shocked.

He hurriedly rang the bell three times as a warning, then drew out his Zen stick, rushed down from the mountain peak, and stopped in front of the group of people.

"Who is here!" He asked in a deep voice.

The curtains in front of the sedan chair were automatically rolled up to both sides, and he finally saw the pale and melancholy handsome face clearly. The young man had a cold expression and gave him a look of charity.

When the little monk met his eyes, he felt that the other person was looking at something dead, and his heart trembled slightly, and he felt cold for no reason.

The man's tone was also lazy, as if he didn't care about everything in the world: "A monk should be compassionate. When you see a guest, why do you speak with anger?"

After a short pause, he said again: "Go in and report, Bei Cang Demon Lord Rong Wang, come to pay respects to all the masters."

The man finally said his name, but the little monk was even more shocked when he heard it: "You are Beicang Demon Lord?!"

After he finished speaking, a group of monks who heard the warning just now rushed out of the temple and surrounded Rong Huang's sedan chair.

Everyone in the Demon Race didn't get Rong Huang's order, they stood still like rows of silent sculptures.

The little monk quickly called out "Senior Brother Huishan", and went up to greet the head monk and told the story in a low voice.

When Huishan heard that this young man was Bei Cang Mojun, he also showed surprise on his face, and glanced at Rong Wang.

I saw that although he was still leaning on the gorgeous seat, there was already a little impatience in his brows and eyes.

He collected himself, put his palms together towards Rong Huang, and said: "Devil Monarch Bei Cang, Wanfa Chengxin Temple never accepts outsiders from noon to early morning of the next day, Your Excellency, please go back."

Rong Wang said: "It's okay, the master Kong Jing from your temple is asked to come out to see me, it's the same."

This Kong Jing is still Hui Shan's uncle in terms of seniority, he doesn't know what Rong Hua wants to do with him, but he can be sure that nothing good will happen.

Hui Shan didn't move at all, and simply made things clear: "Buddhism is a quiet place, and there are countless dead souls under your command, covered in blood, threatening to disturb your compassionate heart. Besides, the monks in our temple have always forbidden contact with demons. I'm afraid I won't be able to come out to meet you. Please go back, Demon Monarch."

Rong Zhuang said indifferently: "Go back? That's not possible."

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly moved!

Huishan is familiar with the name of the other party's brutality. From the beginning of the conversation with Rong Hua, he has been vigilant in his heart, but he really did not expect that the other party came so quickly.

In a hurry, I saw a large robe passing in front of me like a black cloud, and a huge sense of oppression descended on my head!

Huishan yelled "Jie formation", then raised his right hand, clasped it brazenly towards Rong Wang's wrist, and at the same time held the Zen stick in his left hand, and swept it under his ribs!

His kung fu is really not weak, he reacted in such a short period of time, and blocked the palm of Beicang Mojun who appeared and disappeared.

At the same time, all the monks behind Huishan also formed a magic circle, injecting a huge spiritual power into Huishan's body, hoping that everyone will work together to fight against each other.

Just when their spirits were extremely tense, they suddenly heard each other smile lightly.

At this time, the two sides stood facing each other, none of the demon generals made a move, Rong Huang faced Hui Shan with one palm, and the other hand was behind his back.

The monks next to Huishan stood in a Buddhist circle, sending spiritual power to Huishan.

There are so many of them, and they are guarding the door of their own house, all of them are in the right place, but none of the monks feel any relief because of this, they just feel that they are almost forced out of breath by the other party's coercion.

Standing in the same place with a bowed horse like this, even his knees were shaking.

They tried their best to hold on, hoping to temporarily resist this trick, but when they heard Rong Wang's laughter, their hearts were completely chilled.

——The rumors are true, Bei Cang Demon Lord is really so profound!

They watched the devil with a sneer on his face, and said, "The first trick is not over yet."

As soon as the words fell, his right hand, which was behind his back, had already been flattened, and the magic energy gathered in the palm was dazzling.

Immediately, Rong Huang clasped Huishan's wrist with his left hand, pulled him forward, and then slapped out his right palm, hitting Huishan's chest suddenly!

In desperation, Huishan used his arms to block the frame, and when the spiritual breath collided with the magic energy, he felt a chilly air hit him, his arm was instantly broken, and he flew backwards, knocking the magic circle apart.

The innocent monks in front of him were lying on the ground, but Rong Huang's face was condensed, unexpectedly, his subordinates were merciless, and the magic energy swept past before they were collected, and all the human races present were killed.

This move of his surprised even Xie Luan and Meng Qu who were standing among the demon generals.

They all knew that Junshang knew that the current situation was nothing but a trap, and they thought that he wanted to use this matter to repair with the human race and further improve the relationship with Mingsheng and others, but they didn't expect Rong Wang to be really ruthless and merciless.

But before setting off, Rong Huang had already given orders, without orders, all the soldiers will stand by the gate, and no one can act rashly.

He wiped out all the obstacles with one move, and then walked to the gate of the temple with great strides.I saw two huge rich doors closed tightly, solemn and solemn.

Rong Huan directly slashed the door open with a sword.The two doors crashed to the ground with a deafening sound.

He raised his eyes and saw that there was no one in the main hall facing the door, but there was a Buddha statue in the middle, with a compassionate face, twirling the Buddha beads with his fingers, lowering his eyebrows and bowing his head, as if pitying the endless suffering of the world.

The four walls are covered with murals, and at a glance, they are all stories from Buddhist scriptures.

Rong Huang sneered slightly, and was about to destroy the Buddha statue again, when suddenly he heard a Buddha's name:

"Amitabha--"

The four words were spoken, and the mantra turned into a brilliant golden light in front of my eyes, as if it wanted to melt all the filth in the world, and then the golden light exploded, enveloping Rong Wang's whole body.

This is no small matter, as Rong Huan is a demon, as long as even a sliver of golden light invades his body, the demon essence on his body will be corroded, and there may be endless troubles.

He withdrew his hand that was about to hit the Buddha statue, turned around, and the purple mist around him exploded, blocking all the golden light in an instant, and slid back and floated out.

The person standing in front of him was a tall and thin old monk, and the Buddha's name just now came from his mouth.

At this moment, he was looking at Rong Huang coldly, with a look of deep hatred in his eyes.

The old monk said coldly: "The old man still wonders who is so presumptuous and arrogant to trespass into Wanfa Chengxin Temple. It turns out that you are the devil. What are you doing here?!"

Master Jiexuan, the abbot of Wanfa Chengxin Temple, was in retreat at this time. He heard that someone forced his way into the gate of the temple, and the one who rushed out with the monks from the temple to fight was his younger brother, Master Jiexuan.

Although he is a monk, his temper is like fire, and he hates evil like hatred. He hurried out to take a look, and found that the person who came was actually the Beicang Demon Lord who had dealt with earlier, and his anger shot straight to his heart.

Seeing that he was so annoyed, Rong Wang smiled lightly and said, "I'm here to pray to the gods and worship Buddha, and seek Zen talks from Master Kongjing from your monastery. Is this an acceptable reason?"

Before the Prime Minister came out, he heard someone mention that it was vaguely that Bei Cang Demon Lord wanted to find Kong Jing, and he didn't know if it was serious or it was just an excuse for him to provoke.

But no matter what the reason is, such heinous monsters should not survive in the world. It's a good thing that they didn't come to exterminate the demons in person. How dare Rong Huang set foot here to defile the Qingsheng Temple?

He was so disgusted that he threw his Zen staff on the ground and shouted coldly: "Don't speak such crazy words, you are worthy of studying Zen and discussing Taoism!"

When the preceptor's Zen stick hit the ground, the ground trembled slightly, and the murals on all sides were colorful and haloed. Although they did not take the initiative to attack, the holy aura on it was an erosion of the demonic aura.

However, Rong Wang still didn't change his face, with a relaxed expression, just sighed: "The Buddha said 'all beings are equal', and said 'put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha immediately', but the original words are beautiful, and he still refuses to redeem the devil, Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the Buddha statue above him in a pretentious manner: "If you reject it thousands of miles away, there is no way to do good, but to do evil. The Bodhisattva can see that this is all forced by the merciful Buddha, and it has nothing to do with me." Uh!"

Rong Wang's words seemed to make no sense, but for a moment it was really hard to refute, he just scolded the grumpy old monk with twitching veins on his forehead, angrily:

"This devil! Lie and talk, sophistry! I can't tolerate you today!"

He felt that Rong Wang had the face to worship a Bodhisattva, it was dazzling and ridiculous, so without talking nonsense, he swung his Zen stick at him.

In the whole Wanfa Chengxin Temple, the preceptor ranks first in terms of strength, even his abbot brother is not as good. Naturally, this attack is not comparable to those young monks just now.

Rong Huan used his toes forcefully, his body flew sideways in the air, and at the same time he dodged this move, the Defeating Sword was out of its sheath at the same time.

He struck down in the air, and the blade slashed across the Zen stick, sparks splashed all over the place, and there was a teeth-stinging rubbing sound.

Rong Huan was holding a sword with one hand, and Jie Xiang was holding a Zen staff with both hands. When the two weapons collided, he could only feel his arms trembling slightly.

Compared with their battle 50 years ago, this devil's skill seems to have made a breakthrough—this is too fast!

Xiang Xiang paused in his heart, turned his wrist, and took a heavy slap on the end of his Zen stick. The "Vajra Subduing Demon Sutra" engraved on his palm shone like a living thing, and the golden characters jumped up one after another, moving towards the must-see. Wrap around the blade of the Defeating Demon Sword.

Rong Huang sneered, turned over and stretched out his legs, and swept his toes towards Ring Xiang's temples, Ring Xiang stepped back, and those golden characters that were thrown out refused to let go, and continued to chase Rong Wang.

Rong Zhuang shouted: "Dark cloud swallows the sun, go!"

The demonic atmosphere was rampant, and the howls of innocent souls were endless, as if even the surrounding Buddha statues were shrouded in a layer of haze, extinguishing all the golden light.

The golden characters were scattered by him for a while, and he didn't dare to get close, he just circled around Rong Wang, Prime Minister Ring took advantage of this gap to catch his breath and figured out what was going on.

He said in a deep voice: "I can't imagine that you have made such progress in just 50 years. If you hadn't secretly practiced with the human race and blended the exercises, it would have been impossible. It is really heinous for you, a obscene demon, to use the human race as a furnace. If you lose your life, you must also eliminate harm for the people!"

Rong Wang: "..."

He naturally knew that his cultivation had progressed, but he didn't pay much attention to it after he was seriously injured and spent 18 years without timely recuperation.

On the contrary, a bystander who knows the precepts and understands all kinds of exercises can see through the joints at a glance.

It's rare for the old monk to say "obscene demon" to the demon king of Beicang, who is evil and arrogant on the outside, but innocent and infatuated on the inside.

He had never even thought about the so-called double cultivation furnace in his life. It took him a long time to realize that this might refer to the only experience he had with Ye Huaiyao.

At that time, Ye Huaiyao's qi pulse was disordered, and Rong Wang really penetrated into it with his internal energy to sort out and calm him down.

But when he saw the other party's uncomfortable look, he wished to take his heart out. How could he care about the gains and losses, thinking that doing so would also improve his own skills at the same time?

Thinking about it this way, after Ye Huaiyao's spiritual veins were damaged at Chensuomen, he was able to recover so quickly, which should also be due to this.

The author has something to say: I think there may be friends who are worried about something, don't worry, this is a sweet article.

Wang Zai is no longer the little sweet dog after leaving Yaoyao.

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