"What do you mean?"

Hearing this laughter, he was silent on the surface, but Yu Wanghai's heart sank.

"Of course, it means literally."

Nie Wendong didn't answer, but there was an echo coming from afar.

Yu Wanghai looked up.

I saw someone walking slowly on the other end of the artificial lake, stepping on the water, and slowly untied the cloak on his body, revealing the wide monk robe under it.

"Amitabha."

It was a thin but strong old monk with big skeletons and long eyebrows. He felt Yu Wanghai's surprise. He clasped his hands together and bowed with a smile:

"Dayan Academy, Yuanjue, I have seen fellow Taoist."

"The monk from Dayanyuan."

There was no smile on Yu Wanghai's face.

According to ancient legend, the origin of the martial arts path was the first source of Buddhism and Taoism. Therefore, to this day, most sects in the world have martial arts related to monks and Taoism.

Dayan Courtyard is one of the most famous temples in Longyuan Road. It originated from Buddhist Zen Buddhism. The founding ancestor was once a direct disciple of Lanke Temple. It has been passed down for thousands of years.

Because he had always had good friendships with the imperial court, he hid when the Nine Kings of the Ming Dynasty destroyed the mountain.

Of course, more importantly, this Dayan Courtyard does not set up a mountain gate, but builds temples in the downtown area. Each generation only has a few people, which is even fewer than their Moyun Sect.

What made his heart sank was not the old monk himself, but his appearance. He naturally knew what this meant.

"Adults have practiced silence for many years, and have reached a further level..."

The old monk Yuanjue looked at Nie Wendong:

"If the adults are willing to become a monk ordained, I can pass on the true teachings of you and me."

"Become a monk?"

Nie Wendong laughed silently, but did not refute. Instead, he looked at Yu Wanghai and sighed slightly, as if he was sad:

"Mr. Yu, for twenty years, Nie has asked himself that he is very good to you, but you have the trust of your own official.

Relying on the trust of my official, not only did he control the promotion and assessment of officials in the seven prefectures, but he also concealed the disasters in various places, which caused such a great disaster..."

"Hahahaha!"

Yu Wanghai seemed to have expected something, and he also took off his disguise. Hearing this, he sneered and laughed:

"You are right. All the sins are on me. You don't know at all, and you haven't heard of them at all! Hahaha..."

As he spoke, his body was filled with blood. Where was the old age he used to be?

"Amitabha."

The old monk stood in the lake and recited the Buddha's name. The wide monk's robe moved without wind.

"This is……"

Yu Wanghai's pupils shrank.

The moment the old monk recited the Buddha's name, golden light appeared on the membrane all over his body. This is...

"The 'Vajra Indestructible Body' of Lanke Temple?!"

The old monk smiled.

"At this point, do you still not repent?"

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Nie Wendong put down his fishing rod and looked at Yu Wanghai indifferently:
Chapter completed!