"Squeak...ah!"

On the side of the Great Zen Mountain, the thick iron-wood gate of Vajra Temple was slowly opened.

Then, teams of gray-clothed monks ran out of the mountain gate in a hurry and headed towards the bottom of the mountain.

After all the 108 gray-clothed monks came out, thirty-six black-clothed monks came out of the mountain. Finally, three monks wearing cassocks came out of the mountain.

All the monks had unique skills. Almost in a blink of an eye, they rushed from the mountain gate to the foot of the mountain and surrounded Fake.

The monks looked at Fake and were a little puzzled.

It is clearly a Buddhist, so how could he provoke the Buddhist sects in the world?

But provoking is provoking to the end. Why is it now that the appearance of a moral monk has returned to the point of being without desires and desires...

Is this good to make people take action, or is it good not to do it?

Master Fake stood proudly, allowing him to surround him by the one hundred single eight arhat formation and the thirty-six demon-subduing circle, but his eyes were rebelliously looking at the three old monks wearing cassocks.

"Amitabha, Fake, it's you..."

An old monk with a compassionate aura was staring at Fake with faint eyes, chanting the Buddha's name and saying, "I have been merciful for twenty years. Fake you are as reckless as before."

Fake's bull's eyes widened, looked at the old monk and spat fiercely, cursing: "Old bald donkey, you are still as despicable and insidious as you were twenty years ago! The old thief of Zhihai was bald, you were not my master's opponent in martial arts, and you were not his opponent in Buddhism. You would use the trick to force him with the pain of the family. You damn..."

Listening to Fake greeting Abbot Zhihai's family in the village, the monks looked at him in amazement as if they were struck by lightning.

As the host of Vajra Temple, Zen Master Zhihai is almost the number one Buddhist in the world. With such a noble identity, he is the Arhat Buddha on earth. He was actually pointed at the nose and scolded by a monk in the wild. This...

"Rareless!! Fake, you, a despicable person who does not follow the Buddhist rules and regulations, is clearly your fault, and he has the face to rely on others. Master Zhishan's reputation has been ruined by your evil deeds, and you dare to blame others!"

One of the thirty-six black-clad monks scolded him sternly.

Fake said furiously, "Don't you go! The rules and regulations are set for ordinary monks in the former temple. When should monks follow them? Fayuan, you, a puppy day, eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day, preferably pork head meat, drink medicinal wine every day, and have the face to say that the family does not follow the rules and regulations?"

If a monk only eats vegetarian food, he will be afraid that he will be hungry.

only……

"Are you shameless? Is it the same thing for us monks to eat meat and drink medicinal wine and play with you and make someone else's belly bigger?"

The Dharma Yuan Qi was half dead and scolded him angrily.

Fake sneered, "It was the first day you knew that the Sa family had a good relationship outside? Why did they wait until they were fighting for the position of abbot? Besides, the Sa family was the first to ask for a wife and have children outside? The uncle of the Du Ershi master of the 'Du' generation asked for a wife from the eighth house outside. Why don't you blame him? Going up with the Yuan master of the Yuan master, even the concubine of the emperor dared to steal, why didn't you push his relic tower? If the Sa family remembers correctly, the Yuan master of the Yuan master is the ancestor of your branch! A group of damn things, aren't you afraid of bullying the master and destroying the ancestor?"

"presumptuous!"

The compassion on Zen Master Zhihai's face finally couldn't be maintained, and he said in a deep voice: "Fake, how dare you compare yourself to the name of Master? You also grew up in Vajra Temple. What kind of filthy words have become? I originally thought that twenty years of hardship have made you understand that the sea of ​​suffering is endless and turning back. I don't want you to become a master, but you are still so incompetent, full of demonic thoughts. Today, I will clean up the door on behalf of Junior Brother Zhishan, take you down, and lock you up in the Buddhist prison for thirty years. Arhat formation, subdue the demons!"

With Zen Master Zhihai shouting, the 108 Arhat Formation and the Thirty-Six Demon Subduing Circle that besieged Fake slowly started to operate.

Under such a great formation, even if Fake is the master, there is no reason to be spared.

However, Fake was not afraid at all, and he didn't even have any defense. He stood there carelessly, only a faint golden light on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

A stream of mysterious Buddhist charm rose and fell on him.

"kill!!"

Just as Zen Master Zhihai's eyes opened wide and his face was incredible. When he finally recognized the charm, the 108 Arhat formations turned, and the thirty-six monk sticks in the inner circle all hit Fake.

However, before Zen Master Zhihai called to stop, his expression suddenly changed drastically and he suddenly looked back.

Eighteen old monks wearing tattered monk robes, white eyebrows and white beards were already close to each other. They looked at Fake, who was standing in the Arhat Demon Subduing Formation like two poles and beating them.

"stop."

The old monk's voice was extremely hoarse, and he shouted, but the bodies of more than a hundred monks were all retreating.

Zen Master Zhihai hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "I have met Master Puhong uncle."

This old monk is the old monk with the highest level of existence in Vajra Temple.

Of course, he is also the most skilled old monk.

But Puhong did not give this abbot the dignity. He looked at the somewhat cunning Fake in his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Have you practiced the "Vajra Indestructible Art"?"

But Fake made an action that stunned everyone. He knelt down on the ground with a thud and cried loudly: "The uncle of the Grand Master, his disciples and his master were killed by a traitor. He has been chased and fled for life several times in the past twenty years. Now, he learned about the news of "The Indestructible God of Vajra", he risked his life to report the news, and still beat or scold him, and dared not fight back. Today, he finally met the Grand Master and asked the Grand Master to make the decision for his disciples and disciples to clear the grievances, otherwise the disciples and disciples would die with peace of mind!"

If it weren't for the fact that he had heard this turtle boy scolding Zhihai for being a disciple, he would have been hiding it.

However, these old monks actually knew what happened back then.

Master Fake is naturally a little unfair...

It is just that the choice of the inheritors of the sect has nothing to do with justice and justice, but the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.

Only in this way can we choose a truly capable abbot to preside over the Vajra Temple so that we will not cause the Vajra Temple to decline, and we will have to bother them and other old bones to come forward.

Zhishan and Fake master and apprentice are not as skilled as others, and their plans are defeated by Zhihai. That can only be said that God will do so.

No one is interested in overturning the case...

Puhong shouted in a deep voice: "Fak, can "The Indestructible God" be on you?"

When Fake heard this, the last thought in his heart completely disappeared. He stood up and laughed: "How could it be on the house of Sa's family? Sa's family is just a errand-running message. "The Indestructible God of Vajra" is here."

As he said that, Farke took out a normal bamboo card from his arms.

However, when he raised the bamboo plaque and exposed a sword engraved on it, the eighteen old monks including Puhong changed their expressions.

This is the Holy Dao Sword Intent!

Could it be that the "Vajra Indestructible Magic" that has been lost for hundreds of years is really no longer a fate with me...

...

In Yulin City, on the Yihong Building.

Lin Ning and Zhuque Qin Yuan sat in the dark room, drinking fruit wine with a stack of peanuts...

Lin Ning was rolled a lot of eyes for this fruit wine, but she just smiled.

Drinking strong wine? I think it’s beautiful.

Who knows if this girl wants to be chaotic after drinking...

Zhuque is an old driver, and he can guess some thoughts by looking at Lin Ning.

But I didn't bother to pay attention to it. Tomorrow is the time to avenge the murder of my father.

But I don't know if I can survive...

Looking at the bright moon outside the window, Zhuque raised his head and drank a sip of fruit wine, but he always felt that the atmosphere was strange.

Drink fruit wine in this atmosphere...haha.

interesting.

After looking at Lin Ning who was happily eating peanut beans, Zhuque bent his lips, but sighed softly in his heart:

It’s a pity that it’s too late to meet this interesting person…
Chapter completed!