Lin Lang rode hard all the way and defeated several thousand-mile horses. He also used Qinggong to rush on his way. In less than two days, he traveled from the Ming Dynasty to the Song Dynasty and found this small mountain temple.

With a gentle tap of my feet, my whole body was like catkins blown by the wind, floating towards the temple halfway up the mountain.

In front of the temple, Lin Lang smiled: "It seems I'm not too late, everything and people are here."

He had already felt the atmosphere inside, and directly reached out and pushed open the ancient temple door.

"Who's out there!" shouted loudly, and a very strong monk appeared in front of the door.

Lin Lang looked at the other person and said, "Tsk, tsk, this little temple on a barren mountain actually has such a sleek and smooth monk. You usually have good food."

Buqi was furious: "Who are you? Outsiders are not welcome here. Leave immediately."

Lin Lang took a step forward: "Do you have the final say here? I am an outsider, are you an insider? Even a monk like you knows what an insider is?"

"Forget it, what does a junior know? Get out of the way and let your elders speak."

Bu Tan looked at Lin Lang in shock. This young man actually said that he was a junior?

In Jing Nian Zen Sect, his seniority is only lower than that of Master Yixin and Zen master Likong. Who is this young man's disciple and he speaks so loudly?

"Amitabha, the poor monk has made it very clear that outsiders are not welcome here. Please leave, otherwise the poor monk will ask you to leave."

With that said, Bu Tan released his tyrannical aura and pressed towards Lin Lang.

In his eyes, Lin Lang was just an ordinary person, with no trace of martial arts in him. He was probably a young man from a wealthy family who came to the temple to offer incense.

If in normal times, pilgrims enter the temple, Buchan will definitely greet them with a smile, but at this time, the Zen master is refining Master Yishin's relics inside and must not be disturbed.

He thought that Lin Lang would run down the mountain with a look of fear, but he didn't expect that Lin Lang didn't seem to feel his breath at all, and walked directly over the threshold and walked in.

"Don't you feel embarrassed that the disciples of Jingtang Nian Chanyuan are now huddled in a place like this?"

Bu Tan was shocked: "Who are you?!"

He actually revealed his identity in one sentence. Could this person be a master of martial arts?

However, the four Dharma Protectors hardly move around in the world, and they don't know who the people in front of them are.

"No matter who you are, it's a sin to come in."

Bu Tan grabbed Lin Lang's shoulder, preparing to capture Lin Lang first and hand him over to the Zen Master later.

But Lin Lang's shoulders shook slightly, and he felt a strong counterattack force that directly shook his palm away.

This is impossible!

This person broke his moves without even moving his hands. How could there be such a strong person in the world?

Bu Tan stepped back three steps, leaving three one-inch deep footprints on the ground.

"Junior brother, help."

Three monks rushed out of the main hall and surrounded Lin Lang.

"Amitabha, please go back to where the donor came from. This is not the place where the donor should come." Buhui warned with his hands clasped together.

Lin Lang looked disdainful: "First of all, I am not a donor, because I will never give anything to you monks. I have hands and feet, and my body is much stronger than ordinary farmers, but I do some begging and cheat even though I can't even eat enough.

People give you money and support you to eat and drink for free. Is this the teaching of Buddhism? Even worse than a gang of beggars."

"Secondly, I can come here whenever I want and leave whenever I want. It's not your turn to point fingers. You didn't build this temple, right?"

"Even if I, Lin Lang, want to come, who can stop me?"

The four people who were not greedy were immediately shocked, Lin Lang? The person in front of them was Lin Lang?!

Just because of Lin Lang, Cihang Jingzhai disappeared, and Ning Daoqi died, all the disciples of their Jing Nian Zen Sect were forced to leave.

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang could chase him here. They were obviously traveling at night, had never been to any city, and were covered with large robes. How could they still be discovered?

Lin Lang's name at this time sounded like a peerless devil in their ears, and the four of them were extremely nervous.

But even so, they did not take a step back. Instead, they were all ready to take action to stop Lin Lang.

"You four want to stop me? Do you think you are stronger than Ning Daoqi?"

"Although the four of you are already great masters, you are just imitating the paths of your predecessors. If you cannot uncover these, you will be like this for the rest of your life."

"You are no match for my apprentice, how can you have the courage to stop me?!"

Lin Lang shouted the last sentence using the secret method of Tianmoyin, and released a violent aura from his body, causing the four people who were not greedy to immediately lose the courage to resist.

They all felt that there was no point in resisting. Even if the four of them were twice as powerful, together they would still be no match for Ning Daoqi, let alone Lin Lang, who killed Ning Daoqi.

Lin Lang was secretly proud. It seemed that the Demonic Sound was quite useful, especially against those who were not as powerful as himself.

These four people are Dharma Protectors of Jing Nian Zen Sect. They mainly practice martial arts. Their understanding of Buddhism is actually average, and their divine will is far from strong enough.

Although Lin Lang's divine will has not changed, it is far superior to these four people, and it is enough to shock the four people's minds.

In one sentence, if the martial arts aspirations of four people were broken, these four people would not be able to exert their strength as a grand master, let alone reach the realm of heaven and man.

In the main hall, Liao Kong was working hard to refine the relics left by Master Yixin.

He also heard Lin Lang's words, and his breath trembled a few times.

But he couldn't go out to stop it. If he didn't completely refine it and absorb the essence in the relic, he wouldn't be Lin Lang's opponent at all.

The four Dharma Protectors seem to be going to see the Buddha today.

Lin Lang continued to walk inside, but Buchi took a step sideways: "If you want to go in, kill me first."

Phew~~

Buchi spurted out a mouthful of blood, lay on the ground, twitched twice, and stopped moving.

"It sounds like you are so powerful. If I kill you, what happens next?"

"You three, are you still trying to stop me?"

The three people who were not greedy forced themselves to cheer up and stopped in front of the door.

Lin Lang sneered and said: "A person who can't even keep his own heart is worthy of stopping me? If you are not greedy, kill both of them and you will live."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Suddenly the other two people looked at Bu Greed in fear. Could it be that Senior Brother Bu Greed has been bewitched by the devil Lin Lang?

"Hahaha, you don't trust each other, so what's the power of joining forces?"

"Come on yourself and save me the trouble."

Lin Lang, a warrior at the current level of a great master, doesn't even bother to absorb the true energy. It's not pure enough at all, and it's too troublesome to refine it.

The eyes of the three monks were a little hollow, and suddenly Wuhan slapped himself on the top of his head, and died.

The other two suddenly punched each other in the head and fell to the ground dead at the same time.

Lin Lang shook his head slightly and walked to the door of the main hall: "Master Lokong, the Vajra Protector who protects you is dead, how long do you want to hide?"

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In the temple.

Liao Kong turned his back to the Buddha statue, and a ball in his hand suddenly turned into ashes.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes shone with a frightening light.

But he remained silent until he stood up.

Lin Lang looked at Kong and found that Kong's mouth was tightly closed. He suddenly smiled: "I heard Master Kong's Zen practice of closing the mouth for thirty years and cultivated his true energy. I wonder how strong he is now?"

"Everyone in the world says that Cihang Jingzhai is the holy land of Buddhism in the Sui Dynasty. Your Jing Nian Zen sect only assists Zuo Cihang Jingzhai. I'm afraid those women in Cihang Jingzhai also think so and are still complacent."

"But I don't know that they have all been deceived. In order to choose the master of destiny, they ignored martial arts practice and ignored that strength is the foundation."

"I have to say this. Your Jing Nian Zen Sect has done a great job. Although your reputation is a little weaker, the benefits are twice as great."

There was a sullen look in Liao Kong's eyes, but he still did not speak to refute, nor did he make a move.

Just Tian Moyin, there is nothing you can do about him, don't even think about breaking his martial arts aspirations.

He had just forcibly sucked the essence inside the relic into his body, but it had not been completely refined yet. At this time, he did not dare to do anything, otherwise the true energy would flow wildly and he would risk going crazy.

But his true energy has begun to transform and will be completed soon.

Lin Lang gave a thumbs up: "You monks are all good at calculations. This is true of Shaolin in the north and south, as well as Buddhism in the Sui Dynasty, including Tantric Buddhism in the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties."

"Are the Buddhist scriptures you usually read really? Are they not some kind of scripture about plotting against others? Or do the Buddhist scriptures teach you how to plot against others?"

"It can't be that every one of you monks is gifted and knows how to scheme against people, right?"

Lin Lang also saw that no matter what he said, Ling Kong would never talk back, because once he opened his mouth, his habit of keeping his mouth shut was broken.

This kind of martial arts is best practiced by a mute.

I just don’t know if a mute makes the sound of Abba Abba, will it also cause the mute to lose his power?

Difficult to practice and easy to break, this kind of martial arts is his favorite.

"Master Kong Kong, give me the Heshi Bi, and I can spare your life. With your strength, it is not a problem to rebuild the Jing Nian Zen Sect, as long as you see people from the Sun Moon Sect and the Great Sui Sect walking around

That’s fine.”

"What, you think I can't see that you are improving your strength? I am actually waiting for you to improve, because your original strength does not put any pressure on me, and it is really boring."
To be continued...