"Why, the dignified Lingji Temple, there are so no rules, if you say it, you can take it back?"

Ye Qingsoul had a light and breezy expression, as if he didn't see the monks in front of him who surrounded him with anger on his face, and just asked calmly.

Yuan Zhen's face was unnatural for a while, and he gritted his teeth and said: "My Lingji Temple has naturally always been a good talker, but it's just ...... It's just that this matter is one yard at a time, and you injured our abbot, you must have an explanation!"

"When you have dealt with everything clearly, if no one in my Lingji Temple has challenged you at that time, then you can naturally go up the mountain!"

"What a yard to a yard!"

When Ye Qingsoul heard this, he couldn't help but marvel at the thickness of Yuanzhen's face and the fact that he could say such a thing.

He couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Then what if your abbot doesn't get better all the time...... Or is he simply dead, could it be that I haven't been able to go up the mountain all the time?"

"Presumptuous!"

Yuan Zhen was instantly furious, gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Qingsoul and said, "You dare to curse our abbot like this, could it be that you really deceived me Lingji Temple?"

"Let me tell you, even if the abbot is unconscious at the moment, the majesty of my Lingji Temple still can't tolerate you villain!"

"Take him down for me!"

As soon as the words fell, countless monks immediately held sticks and approached the three of Ye Qingsoul.

Ye Qingsoul sneered, and said disdainfully: "If you can't afford to lose, you can't afford to lose, what kind of majesty are you talking about? It's become like this, your Lingji Temple has already been swept away, do you guess if today's events are spread, how will everyone think of you?"

Yuan Zhen's face was indifferent, his eyes looked at him coldly, and he said word for word: "Since this is the case, then you all should stay here! No outsider will know about today's events!"

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. Ye Qingsoul smiled and pointed into the distance.

I saw that at the foot of the mountain, there were people standing full of people eating melons who were not too big to watch the excitement, and at this moment, seeing Ye Qingsoul stretching out his finger, the crowd immediately burst into cheers.

In a few moments, the sound of "come on" from everyone in unison swept towards this mountain like raging waves.

Yuan Zhen's face was pale, how ugly and ugly it was, he naturally wouldn't be without self-knowledge, thinking that these cheers were for them.

At this point, his heart was desolate, and some of the scruples that still existed were completely gone.

Anyway, after this incident, Lingji Temple will definitely become a laughing stock on the rivers and lakes, so just don't do anything, and take down this hateful guy in front of you first!

"Ye Qingsoul, you cut yourself, don't force us to do it!"

Yuan Zhen's eyes were cold, and he said slowly: "Today, you will either wash the Lingji Temple in blood and climb the Jiming Mountain, or take the initiative to abandon your weapons and surrender, there is no third way to go." ”

"Really?"

Ye Qingsoul gently hooked the corners of his mouth and said softly: "Since this is the case, then I will choose the first one." ”

"From today onwards, Lingji Temple, let's disappear!"

"Arrogance!"

Yuan Zhen's eyes instantly became indifferent, and when he shouted, he rushed towards Ye Qing's soul like lightning.

At the same time, a group of monks also waved sticks and surrounded and slaughtered!

For a while, the monk's robe was flying, the sky was full of stick shadows, countless attacks came from all directions like a tide, and there were even powerful monks like Yuanzhen, wrapped in it, murderous!

The corners of Liu Hongyan's eyes jumped slightly, and she only felt absurd, where is this pure place of Buddhism, these monks are quite unreasonable, just like Shura.

On the stone steps, in the ** hall, the Buddha smiled with flowers, and his expression seemed to be happy and sad.

Ye Qingsoul's expression was cold, he protected Liu Hongyan behind him, and when he saw Yuanzhen being the first to call, he sneered disdainfully, and stretched out his hand like lightning, so fast that people could hardly see the movements.

As soon as Yuan Zhen rushed in front of him, he saw a fist shadow quickly enlarged in front of him, and the next moment, a sharp pain came from his face, and he couldn't help screaming, covering his nose and retreating.

If it is smashed on the body, not to mention the bones and blood flow, at least the nose and face are swollen.

Ye Qingsoul grabbed it with his hand, grabbed a stick directly, and hit the heads of the other monks like lightning, only to hear a muffled sound like knocking on a watermelon, and the monks immediately covered their heads and fell to the ground, bleeding nonstop, and their bodies were still twitching.

Ye Qingsoul held a long stick and danced all over his body to the wind, not only blocking all attacks, but even having the strength to fight back, pressing the monks step by step towards the top of the stone steps.

If there is a husband in charge, there is no momentum.

"Fuck off!"

Xiao Yu was unexpectedly slapped with a stick on her head, her expression was dazed for a moment, and then she immediately showed a cruel color, snorted coquettishly, and scolded softly.

Then he grabbed a stick directly, pulled it hard, and dragged the monk over.

She directly lifted the monk and waved it in front of her, and for a while the stick fell like rain, until the monk screamed again and again, and after a while, there was no movement.

Xiao Yu sneered twice, and was about to turn his head to show off a few words to Ye Qingsoul, but he happened to see him strolling forward lightly, but the long stick in his hand was divided into heavy stick shadows.

No matter who was in front of him, he fell with a stick, and he couldn't even scream, so he suddenly showed a look of shock and closed his mouth.

At this moment, she has a great change in her opinion of Ye Qingsoul, and her heart is even more respectful and awe-inspiring, Ye Qingsoul's status in her heart is almost no less than that of Liu Hongyan.

This amazing scene was naturally witnessed by the onlookers not far from the mountain.

Ye Qingsoul's one person and one stick made it difficult for the monks of the entire Lingji Temple to continue, so they could only passively retreat, of course, because the space on the stone steps was narrow, and most of the monks couldn't use it, but Ye Qingsoul's unique skill was still breathtaking.

For a while, the sound of "come on" rolled in like a wave, a tide will stop, and a tide will rise again, stirring up this place to boil and be very lively.

"Damn, where the hell did this guy come from, there are so many of us, he really can't stop him?"

Yuan Zhen suffered a loss, he had already mixed in the crowd, and he didn't dare to make a move easily, at this moment he had two huge panda eyes, and there were several obviously bulging big bags on the top of his head, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and his mood was already extremely bad.

At this point, Lingji Temple has almost lost face, and the means have been exhausted, if it is really still helpless, Ye Qingsoul ...... That's a shame.

All of them should commit suicide by throwing themselves into the river, otherwise they will have no shame to face the spirits of the ancestors in the temple.

"The power of the stick is too weak, if you use the sword, as long as this guy is injured, you can continue to weaken him, and he is not immortal, there will always be times when he is tired......"