In the back hall of Huanglong Temple, on the futon under the worship platform, a monk in a robe sits cross-legged, and a black clay pot sits restlessly on the ground in front of him.

"Haven't given up the struggle yet, or give you some hope, after 7749 days, you will be refined into pure nourishment. At that time, it was time for the poor monks to enter the realm of Dharma cultivation. ”

"A hundred-year-old ghost has given birth to spiritual wisdom, which is really the best nourishment. ”

The Hidden Dragon Mage squinted his eyes, with a greedy look on his face, where was there still a little kindness in front of people?

"As long as I become a Master of Dharma-cultivation, I will be the only one in heaven and on earth. ”

"Hahaha!"

Speaking of this, the Hidden Dragon Mage burst out laughing even more unscrupulously. After laughing for a while, he seemed to think of something, and his expression suddenly froze.

"Yesterday that young man, he seems to have discovered the secret of the clay pot..."

As he spoke, he shook his head and said to himself: "If you find it, you will find it, he is an ordinary person, what can I do?"

At this time, an untimely voice came from the side:

"Hidden Dragon Mage, are you helping with this favor?"

I saw that on the futon next to him, there was a man in black, who looked to be about forty years old, with white gauze wrapped around his left arm, and was looking at the Hidden Dragon Mage with a dissatisfied expression.

He's been sitting here for two hours, and how can it not be infuriating that the Hidden Dragon Mage has been staring at the clay pot from beginning to end, leaving him to dry?

I saw the man in black sneering: "Hidden Dragon Mage, don't forget, who gave you this clay pot in the first place... If it weren't for me, you would be where you are today."

Before he could finish speaking, the Hidden Dragon Mage looked at him sharply, his eyes reflecting a cold and cold light.

The man in black was immediately silenced.

After a while, the Hidden Dragon Mage's eyes softened slightly, and he smiled, "Help, why don't you help?" But wait until I step into the realm of cultivation first. ”

"It's about the same time, you should go, don't stay here and make trouble for me, it's not good for people to find out. ”

As he spoke, the Hidden Dragon Master picked up the clay pot on the ground and got up to leave the inner hall.

......

"The Hidden Dragon Mage has arrived!"

With the shouts of the monks, all the pilgrims who were prostrate on the ground raised their heads, only to see a monk standing on a high platform in the sun, wearing a big red robe, and his appearance was solemn.

"Disciple meets Master Hidden Dragon..."

"Hidden Dragon Mage, you're finally here..."

"Please send blessings and bless us..."

For a moment, everyone reverently greeted and scrambled to kowtow to the Hidden Dragon Mage.

"Huh"

Looking at the high-ranking officials and rich people all over the ground, all prostrate at his feet like believers, the Hidden Dragon Mage showed a hint of a wallow smile.

'What a bunch of foolish mortals...'

The Hidden Dragon Mage felt his heart swell dramatically, as if at this moment, he was the emperor who was about to ascend the throne.

That's when it happened.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Two heavy voices came from behind.

When they turned their heads, they saw the two red gates of the monastery falling inward, and four old monks flew in through the door frames, all of them falling to the ground like dead people, motionless.

Immediately afterward, a young man stepped over the threshold, one hand in his pocket, a calm expression.

Seeing this scene, countless people's faces were full of doubts.

"Zhang... Why did he come, did he also come to pray for Mengxue?" The first to recognize it was Jiang Zhefeng, and he patted the lady next to him and reminded her to look over as well.

"It's Mr. Zhang..."

Guo Shuchen, who was not far away, muttered his head, and Han Ling next to him looked at Zhang Yang with a very complicated look.

Li Yuanxing looked at him without saying a word, his face full of gloom.

'In another ten years, I will trample you under your feet!'

More and more people recognized Zhang Yang, and they all showed different expressions, looking very puzzled, obviously the time to pray for blessings has passed, is it too late for Mr. Zhang to come now?

"Mr. Zhang, Zhang, Mr. Zhang!"

As Zhang Yang walked over, a handsome young man in the front row was suddenly startled, and he couldn't even speak.

This person is Qin Lang, since he witnessed everything about the Tiansheng drinking party last time, he was afraid that Zhang Yang would retaliate, so he took the car back to Jiangdu that night, and decided not to come to Nanjiang again for a few years.

But this time in the temple fair of Huanglong Temple, he was forcibly taken by his parents to participate together, and while praying for blessings, he had a trace of luck in his heart, anyway, he just came to play a scene and left, he shouldn't have met Zhang Yang.

However, he never expected that he would really encounter it!

"Is he Mr. Zhang from the famous town of Jingnan?" A middle-aged man next to him frowned slightly and looked over.

He is the second eldest of the Qin family in Jiangdu, Qin Huimin, as the core figure of the family, controls nearly half of the huge assets of the Qin Group, and his status is quite good, even if he is worth a person, he is ranked first in Jiangdu.

After all, he is the son of a wealthy family in Jiangdu, he is well-informed, coupled with his profound qi cultivation skills, his expression is very calm when facing Zhang Yang, far less exaggerated than others.

Qin Huimin paused, and said dissatisfiedly: "Isn't he just a leading big brother in the Jingnan region? The appearance is so high-profile, is this preparing to make a big disturbance in the temple fair? He won't think that he is a big brother, and he doesn't even pay attention to the Buddha!"

He threw out three rhetorical questions in a row, righteous and righteous, showing the demeanor and courage of a real big man.

When the people next to him heard this, they all nodded in agreement, and successively cast condemning glances at Zhang Yang.

In the earthly world outside the mountain gate, Zhang Yang is the feared Mr. Zhang, but outside this Daxiong Treasure Hall, everyone is a fine dust under the Buddha's seat, even Zhang Yang, he is just a slightly larger fine dust.

Just a little dust, but also dare to make waves?

Even Guo Shuchen, Guo Lao and others showed a look of confusion and confusion:

"Mr. Zhang... What is this going to do?"

And Zhang Yang completely ignored them, strode through the clearing, stood under the high platform, looked up at the monks on the platform, and his eyes were like torches.

"Hidden Dragon Mage!"

"Is that you?" a hint of surprise flashed in the Hidden Dragon Mage's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, "What advice does the donor have?"

"The ghost you ambushed the day before yesterday is also my neighbor, and I'm here to take it away. Zhang Yang said clearly.

The Hidden Dragon Mage muttered: "That unjust soul has been surpassed by me and has entered reincarnation, please come back!"

"Huh!"

Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed, revealing a sly glow, and said with a smile: "I don't think so, isn't it locked in the clay pot of the Hidden Dragon Mage?"

While talking and laughing, Zhang Yang's palm was green, and it instantly condensed into a wind blade and swept towards the high platform.

"Hmm, are you an initiator?" the Hidden Dragon Mage's expression was slightly moved.

I saw him pinch the string of pineapple wood Buddha beads, and the golden light appeared, reflecting his solemn appearance. The moment before the wind blade was about to touch his robe, it collided with the golden light, and was violently bounced away, like a whirlwind, and hit the eaves of the Daxiong Treasure Hall not far away, carving a deep knife mark.

The Hidden Dragon Mage's face turned angry, and he said in a deep voice: "Even if you are an initiator, you can't blaspheme the Buddha!"

With that, he casually grabbed a ball of golden light and shot it out, and that light broke through the air, extremely condensed, exuding a solemn and righteous aura.

"The wind comes, slash!"

With Zhang Yang's words, another wind blade extended from his fingertips, collided with the golden light in the air, and dissipated at the same time.

'Bang'

There was an invisible collision sound in the void, and no one could hear it except for Zhang Yang and the Hidden Dragon Mage.

The Hidden Dragon Mage was half shocked, and then grabbed the golden mang again and threw it out, only to see his hands bombarded in a row, as if he was performing the inner palm technique, and one after another golden light shot out from his palm.

And on Zhang Yang's side, one after another wind blades rose into the air, confronting the golden light head-on, and every time they clashed, the void would emit an invisible collision, and then the two mana would be bounced away.

In less than a moment, the floor beside Zhang Yang was punched out by the golden light, and the wall of the high platform where the Hidden Dragon Mage was also scratched with different shades of knife marks.

Everyone stayed on the spot, watching the wind blades and golden light be born from the void and then annihilate in the void, such means were simply beyond their imagination!

The pilgrims in the front row had already hugged their heads and ran around, for fear of being accidentally injured by the fight of the gods, and a timid person like Qin Lang had long since shrunk in the corner and trembled.

"Hmph, there's still a bit of Taoism!

Seeing that the Hidden Dragon Master quickly turned his wrist, the pineapple Buddha bead suddenly waved into a golden wheel like a spinning top that was pulled into a gear, shining brightly, and the Dharma was solemn.

With a 'bang', the golden wheel galloped down and took Zhang Yang directly.

'P, pong'

Two wind blades extended from Zhang Yang's fingertips and collided with the golden wheel, like a car in front of a tank, which was shattered without any suspense.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang flew back and saw that the golden wheel hit the position he was standing in before, and a large pit with a diameter of half a meter appeared on the floor, as if he had been hit by a boulder falling from the sky.

'Bang!'

I saw that in a piece of flying sand, the golden wheel was killed in the air.

Zhang Yang suddenly fell into danger.

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