Liu Shaoyang looked up, his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he muttered to himself: "This person is really here!" It turned out that the person walking in the head was dressed as a Taoist priest, with a wide forehead and short beard at a glance, and was wearing a blue robe.

It was on that day that he first chanted poems in front of the Yuewang Temple, and then raised his hand in the wine shop by the canal, and abolished Zhao Yizhen, the head of the Huashan faction who had the martial arts of "Yandang Sanying".

Before he could think about it, Zhao Yizhen's figure had already reached the left, and he smiled, and rushed to the field first. His eyes fell on the faces of the Yinshan Ghost King and Lu Zitong, and he groaned slightly, and laughed and said: "Yinshan old ghost, Brother Lu, the two of you are also here! Poor Dao and you two old acquaintances, but I haven't seen each other for more than ten years!"

When Lu Zitong saw this person greeting him, he smiled faintly at the moment, and bowed his hand back: "Zhao Zhenren really has a good memory, I haven't seen him for so many years, and I can still remember Lu!"

The Yin Mountain Ghost King looked cold, and said in a cold voice: "Who is my Dao like this, it turns out that it is Zhao Zhenren who is called 'Purple Mansion Yizun' by the Huashan faction! You and I said goodbye to Taiyuan back then, and I didn't expect to meet here again after more than ten years." The old man doesn't say secret words, you Huashan faction are such dusty servants, do you want to come to rob this Chen Gong treasure?"

At this time, he saw the tragic death of his beloved, and his heart was full of anger. Even at first glance, old knowledge is not patient to be tempted. As soon as they met, they picked the conversation in the open.

Zhao Yizhen was slightly stunned, and then twisted his beard and smiled: "You old ghost is so quick to talk, Zhao is not easy to be vain and wronged! Yes, Poor Dao brought his disciples thousands of miles south in order to ask Zhang Dingbian, a monk on this Lingyuan Mountain, about the specific location of the treasure of the great Han Dynasty!"

The Ghost King of Yinshan sneered and sneered: "The old man really didn't expect it! Zhao Zhenren has been living in Huashan for all these years, and he claims to be a monk from outside the party. Who knew that even if he was a nobleman, he would covet this treasure of the enemy country!"

Zhao Yizhen listened to this irony, but he didn't seem to think about it and didn't refute it. Then he looked around, turned around and said with a smile: "Old ghost of Yinshan, old brother Lu, now our three groups of people want to enter the temple to find out the whereabouts of Gong Chen's relics." I think it's better for us to go in together, find the fixed edge first, and then make a plan. I didn't have a big guy who didn't see a little eyebrow, and I fought to the death first, and I hurt my anger in vain!"

Lu Zitong saw that there were more and more strong enemies fighting for treasures, and he was alone on his side, so he already had this intention in his heart. Now when he heard Zhao Yizhen say this, he immediately echoed: "What Master Zhao said is reasonable, and Lu also thinks that it should be so!"

Seeing that Lu Zitong should respond, the ghost king of Yinshan couldn't help but think that his own side was full of good players at the moment, which was far more than the two factions on the other side. At this time, although there is a chance of winning outside the temple, if the Huashan faction and the Five Elements Sect are forced to join forces, their side will definitely suffer heavy losses. What's more, he already had the intention of wooing Lu Zitong to join forces and plot the Central Plains with the help of the Five Elements Gate, but he refused to meet each other over this.

He weighed it like this, and secretly thought that his side had a great chance of winning. Even if there is a change after entering the temple, it is not impossible to suddenly turn your face and do something. At that moment, there was a slight anger in his eyes, and he said angrily: "Since the two heads have made up their minds, the old man has no objections!"

Zhao Yizhen saw that the two of them agreed, and then turned to the monks of Lingyuan Temple in front of the mountain gate to bow and said: "Supreme Taiyi Tianzun! If the monks of your temple insist on blocking it, there is nothing to be done about it, and it can only be offended!"

The hundreds of bandits of the Flying Eagle Gang also immediately shouted and cursed, and they had the intention of rushing in. After Zhang Yingjie passed away among the monks, he was the highest in the wisdom of the Xuanpao Zen master. At this time, the monks had already collected Zhang Yingjie's body properly, and when they heard Zhao Yizhen say that he wanted to enter the temple by force, they all looked at Huiwu and waited for him to show him.

The Zen monk Huiwu's expression at this time was inexplicably sad and indignant. He was about to open his mouth and order the monks to form a formation to block the enemy, when he suddenly heard the sound of the stone door in the temple, and a deep and low tone slowly swayed from the temple wall: "Senior Brother Huiwu, since the donors insist on entering the temple, let them in!"

This voice came so abruptly that the crowd of heroes and bandits in the field were surprised, and they all fell silent. Na Huiwu was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but respond: "Abbot, these people come from different ways, but they are all menacing and difficult to be good. When the first senior brother didn't notice it, he was poisoned by the ghost king of Yinshan, and he had already died with all his strength! If they were allowed to enter the temple again, what would ...... I'm afraid that thing will be robbed by these gangsters!"

When the person in the temple heard this, he sighed lightly and said, "Amitabha, the elder brother of Hui Nan has been pure and selfless for nearly 20 years, and he can finally attain the supreme Dharma and ascend to bliss. You all retreat in, you Tanyue want to enter the temple, there is no need to stop each other!" Although the monks outside were unwilling in their hearts, they all looked respectful when they heard this, folded their hands together, and really put away the ring stick and retreated into the mountain gate.

Zhao Yizhen saw that the monks were no longer obstructed, and said with a smile to the ghost king of Yin Mountain and Lu Zitong: "Since the monks of Lingyuan Temple have opened the door to accept guests, Poor Dao has gone in with a few disciples, and both of them will also go inside!"

The Yinshan Ghost King snorted coldly, and walked into the temple with the five venerables under the seat, Wu Tianke and other leaders of the Flying Eagle Gang. On the side of the Wuxingmen Qunhao, Liu Shaoyang and others also followed Lu Zitong to the mountain gate. A cadre of the Flying Eagle Gang had already been ordered by Wu Tianke before, and only dozens of people followed into the temple, and the rest of them still stood still, surrounding the front and back of Lingyuan Temple.

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