Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The rustling sound lasted for a moment, and a person came out from behind the Buddha statue.

His expression was cold, and he was dressed in a blue monk's robe, which gave him a sense of being out of the world.

"Amitabha." Xuanyan rolled the beads in his hand, and his voice was full of compassion: "Almsgiver, the poor monk has come out, can you let the poor monk's senior brother go?"

Xuan Lin watched this scene with despair in his eyes.

"Junior brother, you..." You shouldn't have come out!

What the prince wanted was to force Xuan Yan out, and then kill them all.

Without Xuanyan, Daxiangguo Temple would really be gone.

Xuan Yan looked at the senior brother with a face of despair, his expression was neither sad nor happy, his transparent pupils seemed to be unable to hold any emotions, and said: "Senior brother, I can't bear it."

"It's better to die cleanly than let me collapse after all my senior brothers are killed." Even at this moment, there was still a hint of transparency in the monk's eyes.

Xie Zhuo looked at this scene with great interest, looked at the bright red lips on his cold face, and smiled: "I didn't know before, that Sage Xuanyan had such a good color."

The sword in his hand returned to the scabbard sharply, and there was a hint of frivolity in his voice: "If the holy monk returns to the palace with this king, how about this king letting these monks go?"

All of a sudden, all the monks looked at Xie Zhuo angrily, their eyes wished they could tear him up and eat him.

Xuanyan is the spiritual pillar of Daxiangguo Temple, the son of Buddha in everyone's heart, how can he be so defiled?

The eldest prince clearly meant that he wanted to take Xuanyan into the harem!

Xuanyan worshiped Buddha all his life, when did he suffer such humiliation?

Xuan Yan raised his eyes when he heard the words, and looked at Xie Zhuo with clear eyes, and said after a long time: "The benefactor means what he says?"

Xie Zhuo took a step forward, lifted Xuanyan's chin frivolously with his fingertips, looked around at the coldness between his brows, and smiled playfully: "Of course it counts."

"The color of a holy monk can be worth a million troops, let alone a few young monks?"

Even though he was shackled by such frivolity, Xuanyan still showed no embarrassment, he lowered his eyes and recited the Buddha's name again: "Then do as the benefactor wishes."

The moment he looked down, Xie Zhuo saw his long eyelashes, like a fragile butterfly fluttering its wings.

Touching the end of his eyes heavily with his fingertips, Xie Zhuo laughed loudly: "Since this is the case, this king and Daxiangguo Temple can be regarded as a family, so there is nothing to kill or not to kill."

He looked at the huge Buddha statue, curled his lips and said, "The people inside can also come out."

Xuan Yan lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "The eldest prince has a life, I dare not refuse to follow, and I have come out."

Following his words, twenty or thirty young novice monks walked out from behind the Buddha statue one after another, all with expressions of fear on their faces.

Xie Zhuo smiled and said: "Hiding in the Buddha statue, does this count as blasphemy to the Buddha, holy monk?"

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you can survive several people, the Buddha will not care about my little disrespect."

Xie Zhuo was laughed at by him, so he couldn't help touching his face frivolously: "Is that so? You Buddhas are easy to talk to."

"Okay, let's choose someone to be the abbot." He took Xuan Yan's hand and said calmly, "From today onwards, this Daxiangguo Temple has nothing to do with you."

Xuan Yan heard the words, looked at the pale Xuan Lin, and said lightly: "Brother, from now on, the Daxiangguo Temple will be handed over to you."

"Junior brother, I..." Xuan Lin's face was a little pale, and he subconsciously shook his head.

How can he be the abbot with his qualifications?