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Wangzhou, Zhongnan, Putuo Temple.

In the main hall of Putuo Temple, the smell of sandalwood and incense candles floated, and a skinny old monk faced off with a crowd of visitors.

"Master Kuzhu, Buddhism talks about fate. If you stop us, you are blocking our fate. You have violated the precepts!" A man in a green shirt shouted, his cultivation has reached the level of a master.

The current headmaster of Putuo Temple, Master Kuzhu, stopped the master and the powerful people above him from entering the back mountain, but did not stop the powerful people below him from entering. This caused an imbalance in his heart, and he became angry.

burn.

But he didn't dare to force his way in. Master Kuzhu had already reached the sixth level of Grand Master, and he couldn't resist at all.

The Grand Master is already at the second level, standing at the top of the martial arts, and further up is the first-level heaven-level martial arts expert.

The second-grade Grand Master spans nine minor levels, and the gap between each level is huge.

Master Kuzhu said calmly:

"'Phaseless Prajna' is not destined for you, so why would you bother to disturb senior brother Kuxuan's peace?"

"We just want to pay homage to Master Kuxuan's remains, and we won't disturb his peace..." the man in blue shirt said coldly.

Master Kuzhu said slowly:

"Amitabha, there are loess and dry bones. Senior Brother Kuxuan has been dead for many years. His flesh and blood have long since withered and turned into white bones. You don't have to wait..."

"Master, strong men from all walks of life are coming now. It is difficult for the monks of Putuo Temple to resist us. Why not retreat to avoid increasing casualties?" Yuan Ting Yuezhi, a man in blue robe, stood in the crowd.

Behind him stood Jiang Mengli, Li Yuanzheng and others.

The man in blue robe is Jiang Chengfeng, the current head of the Jiang family, and his cultivation level has reached the first level of Grand Master.

"My Buddha is merciful, but the poor monk just wants to overcome the suffering. You can only stand in front of the temple and be safe. Once you step into the back mountain, there will be a sea of ​​blood." Master Kuzhu clasped his hands together, with a sad face.

Jiang Chengfeng frowned, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"Then, can I, my daughter, and my nephew step into the back mountain?"

"Yes." Master Kuzhu nodded.

"Then why can't I wait?" The Qingshan man shouted angrily:

"In two days at most, Taoist friends from all walks of life will gather together. Can the small Putuo Temple stop everyone?"

Master Kuzhu clasped his hands together, shook his head and sighed:

"The weight of cause and effect is different...

A poor monk can only do his best."

The man in green shirt raised his eyebrows and was so angry that he didn't know what to say. In his mind, the Buddhist bald donkey was really smelly and hard.

Jiang Mengli and Li Yuanzheng were nudged by Jiang Chengfeng. They passed Jiang Chengfeng and came to Master Kuzhu. They put their hands together in a respectful salute. Master Kuzhu nodded, and then they passed through the back door of the hall and walked towards the back mountain.

Standing in front of the stone steps of the back mountain, Jiang Mengli could see a green bamboo forest. It was obviously going to be late autumn, but the bamboo leaves were still green and not a bit withered.

She and Li Yuanzheng took a deep breath and climbed up the stairs.

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Dust and sand billowed.

Zhao Wujiang and his party were five miles away from Wangbei Inn when they arrived at the foot of a mountain.

He pulled the reins, and the horse grunted and stamped its feet slowly.

"Haven't you decided where to bury it yet?" Zhao Wujiang glanced sideways behind him, and saw eight large horses approaching with thunderous hooves.

Along the way, the eight big horses had always concealed some noise, but just now, the sound of hoofbeats was like thunder, and it seemed that Ana couldn't hold it back any longer.

"I don't like your tone very much!" Lin Tianlang, who was dressed in a white jade robe, pulled the reins and surrounded Zhao Wujiang with seven old servants. He stared at Zhao Wujiang fiercely:

"Keep the beauty in your arms and you can kill yourself."

Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly and hugged Gu Nanyuan's waist tightly in his arms. He felt the softness on his chest rubbing against each other and said with a smile:

"act recklessly."

Gu Nanyuan glanced at Lin Tianlang, who was dressed in white clothes. She looked like a piece of trash, with disgust in her eyes.

Lin Tianlang was irritated by this look, and at the same time he was even more jealous. He was jealous that Zhao Wujiang could have such a top-notch woman with a temperament as pure as a green lotus.

"Break his hands and feet for me, the Holy Son!" He shouted angrily and ordered seven old servants of the Hehuan Sect:

"This holy son wants to humiliate his woman in front of him, leaving him helpless and helpless!"

The seven old servants responded respectfully, their martial arts cultivation aroused, and they rushed towards Zhao Wujiang and the four others.

They are all in the fourth-grade extraordinary realm, and they are confident enough to easily defeat the four of Zhao Wujiang. After all, in the world of martial arts, a grandmaster is enough to become the leader of a faction.

Among the four people in front of them, they are all led by a handsome man in black robes, but the man in black robes cannot be a master, so how can his subordinates be masters?

The seventh-grade old servant's martial arts energy and energy are connected, covering Zhao Wujiang like a big net, to prevent Zhao Wujiang from escaping.

Jia 23 and A 19 sat on the horse, motionless. Jia 19 said coldly:

"I'll take action!"

"Yeah, okay." Jia Ersan said calmly. Jia Nineteen likes to kill, but he likes to relax.

Could it be that these people were scared to death? Lin Tianlang sneered, and then his pupils trembled.

I saw a man in gray robe wearing a bronze mask and carrying a spear on his back. He slapped the horse's back with his big hand, jumped up, stepped on the void, and slapped the seven old servants with both palms.

The wind in the palm is like thunder, carrying the roar of tigers and the roar of dragons.
Chapter completed!