In front of today's White Horse Temple, it doesn't look like a very famous Buddhist holy place at all, this kind of place that should be full of people, lively and noisy, but now it is quiet, only the whispering between people from time to time is quietly going on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please go inside, there is a monk in front of you to guide you to the Daxiong Treasure Hall~!"

Looking at the scene that seems to be a little quiet now, this little monk is not surprised, it seems that he has come here to welcome guests many times, and he has become accustomed to the respect of these ignorant civilians for the Buddha, so although the indifferent tone hides a trace of arrogance and disdain that no one can capture, that attitude like a rich man will say hello really makes Meng Li and many of his guards present angry.

"Huh?"

It seemed that he felt the unusual atmosphere of the scene, and the little monk who was silently lowering his head and muttering Buddhist scriptures suddenly raised his head, and his eyes opened a slight gap, looking at the scene that seemed to be normal and somewhat excessive.

"There are more people~!"

The little monk who didn't care about the number of people at such a glance suddenly found that the number of people today is much more, is it possible that there are fierce outsiders coming?

The fierce light in his eyes flashed, and the little monk looked at everyone again, still with that breezy expression, but that expression was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

In other words, according to the requirements of this White Horse Temple, those powerful people who came from afar naturally disdained to wait, and they were eager to ask the Buddha for a result, and they would not listen to the persuasion of the people in those small towns at all, but just blindly wanted to hurry up. In the past, these people existed, and because of them. Naturally, it makes the White Horse Temple quite embarrassing, and you can't help but allow someone to come to worship. But yes, it seems that it can't be said on the big scene, so those 'violators' have gone through several lessons, plus a few sincere believers stationed in the town, naturally it has not happened for a long time, and now that there are more people, it seems that the person who came is not good again~!

The light glance of the little monk is a blink of an eye for the unwary, but for those who carefully observe this welcoming little monk. Under the flickering gaze, he knew that he was glancing at their crowd.

People who don't know why naturally looked around to see what could make this 'master' dissatisfied, and as a result, the 'careful' worshippers discovered that Meng Li had a large number of redundant personnel.

The believers who had the heart to interrogate this superfluous crowd naturally stood still and couldn't do anything because they wanted to keep quiet, but the menacing eyes were staring at such a group of 'obstructive' personnel~!

Meng Li did not say a word about this situation, although his actions were kept secret, he did not deliberately hide his whereabouts. What's more, their imposing people don't seem to be the kind of good lords, so Meng Li is sure that the White Horse Temple will find them, although he won't guess their identities at the first time, but he must pay more attention.

He's waiting. Wait for an old monk in the White Horse Temple who can really speak to come out to pick him up.

The young monk looked at the silent scene, and he was also dissatisfied, but he also knew. Since people don't make trouble, you naturally can't fight them off, let alone fight them off. ......, looking at these people, although they are silent, they are full of momentum. He was also thinking about whether he could beat such a group of people~

Therefore, he is also waiting, waiting for the abbot or a certain first seat to come out and settle the current situation.

The scene is in such a strange atmosphere, you look at me, I stare at you in the state of quietly passing by, until......

"Amitabha, the distinguished guest is visiting, the poor monk is polite~!"

The sound was not big or small, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present, it turned out to be an old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows walking slowly, and said to everyone present with a smile.

"The master and the abbot are polite~!"

I know, I naturally know that this kind-looking old monk is the abbot of the White Horse Temple, and I don't know, I naturally call the master with reverence, but under such a harmonious atmosphere on the scene, there are a bunch of discordant people.

They didn't pray, didn't return the salute, didn't wait and see, didn't visit their heads, and one by one they just stood in place like clay statues, without giving this white-flowered old monk any respect.

"Hmph~!"

Meng Li just stood quietly like this, but Wang Han, who was only half a body behind him, snorted coldly, and the huge momentum pressed towards the old monk like a devastating one.

"God of War?"

Although Wang Han's momentum did not press towards him, but he knew Wang Han's character well, he understood that only when the old monk was also of the same status as him, he could be worthy of such a proud person to take the initiative, obviously, this old monk was at least a god of war, and it was very likely that he was not worse than Wang Han.

"Amitabha~!"

Feeling the momentum of the rushing face, the old monk's slow pacing while smiling was finally stopped, but at this moment, the brows that looked unusually matched were condensed together, and his lips tightened and he once again pronounced a loud Buddha name.

For the warriors, the momentum of this Buddha name can be blocked by its own strength, but for those civilians, it is miserable, they feel that after listening to the Buddha name, they feel a whirlwind for a while, and there is a faint feeling that they are about to fall.

Seeing the appearance of these civilians next to them, they had already exchanged hands once, and the two of them, who had a rough judgment of the strength of the other party, were silent again.

"Amitabha, it is really an honor for distinguished guests to come to my White Horse Temple, please~!"

Glancing at the master who had restrained his momentum and stood behind a young man like a doorman, the old monk's expression was even more solemn, originally they thought that it was just a heroic man from one side, but looking at the appearance of this man who took the god of war as a doorman, it seemed to be even bigger~!

"Maybe ,......~!"

The old monk who had a rough guess in his heart was a little clear at the moment.

So, he paid more attention to his behavior, and took two steps forward to reach the old monk who was less than ten steps away from Meng The old monk turned around half of his body, and whispered softly: "Donor, please~!" ”

And at this moment, Meng Li, who felt that he had all the face, naturally took a step forward and walked in the direction guided by the old monk. (To be continued......)