Xiangguo, Luoluo Temple.

This ancient temple, which has existed for more than 2,000 years, has not been quiet lately.

The previous Luoluo immortal drove the crane to the west, leaving behind billions of monastic assets and countless treasures.

As long as you become the new Luo Immortal, you can instantly obtain the biggest windfall in the entire Elephant Kingdom.

"Mr. Ye, if the elders know that you are coming, they will let you be elected immediately!"

Ye Cheng had a life-saving grace for the Luo Temple.

In that year, the Xiangguo War was chaotic, and the Luoluo Temple was almost burned down by the mob, but it was Ye Cheng, at the request of the White Dragon King, who led the troops to protect the Luoluo Temple.

Most of the members of the Presbyterian Church also survived the war and were grateful to Ye Cheng.

But Ye Cheng was unwilling to break the rules of this ancient temple.

If you want to become a Luoluo Immortal, you must go through the assessment from the first order to the tenth order, and those who pass these assessments will naturally become the temple master.

For Ye Cheng, these are not difficult.

But for ordinary people, it is even more cruel than war.

"Thank you Dragon King for your guidance, the Luoluo Temple is as warm as home for me, and I will follow the rules of the millennium to get Luodan."

Ye Cheng clasped his hands together and saluted the White Dragon King.

The White Dragon King smiled back and turned to leave.

Ye Cheng was arranged into the selection class along with many outsiders.

Because it is a global audition, everyone has the opportunity, whether you are a monk or a layman.

But ordinary people can't get this kind of news, and those who can come are people with some way.

Entering the temple gate, in the huge courtyard, there were many people dragging all kinds of luggage.

"Why don't you let us sign up?"

"It took us three days to get here!"

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Many people gathered around the registration desk complaining.

The two monks at the registration desk looked at them with disdain in their hands.

At this time, Ye Cheng stood at the end and couldn't see the situation clearly, but it seemed that the registration had closed.

"Alas!" A middle-aged man next to Ye Cheng sighed.

"I wandered half the world to get here, I thought I could promote Buddhism, but I didn't expect to even sign up."

Ye Cheng glanced at him, this person was dusty, in tatters, and he thought he was a beggar at a glance.

I've heard of a kind of ascetic monk before, who only accepts karma and doesn't accept incense money.

This kind of monk is a true practitioner of the Dharma, a hundred times more real than those fake monks who are fed with a round belly.

However, Buddhism has also become a local practice in the mundane place of the monastery.

Ye Cheng saw a fat monk secretly stuffing a red envelope to a temple steward at the registration desk.

The corner of the steward's mouth twitched, "Yo, it's you, quick, fill out a form for this master." ”

The others didn't understand what was going on and complained.

"Why can he sign up? We can't? ”

The steward was annoyed, and said disdainfully, "Who can enter this Luoluo Temple and who can't, I have the final say, get out of here!" ”

"I saw that you received the man's red envelope, how can a Buddhist family do such a thing for money!"

Ye Cheng was surprised that the ascetic who was still beside him just now actually stood up the steps at this time, pointed at the nose of the steward and shouted.

The steward was visibly annoyed and furious, "Where are you a beggar, spewing blood, coming!" Get me out! ”

Several young monks suddenly took out wooden sticks and other weapons and surrounded the ascetics.

When the others saw this scene, they knew that it was impossible to enter the temple, so they hid one after another.

The ascetic knew that he was afraid, and he knelt on the ground, not making any resistance, but just whispering the Buddhist scriptures, as if waiting for the violence of these people.

The steward laughed wildly, and said with cold eyes, "Kill him for me!" ”

The young man had a vicious club, and after two or three blows, he beat the dervish to the ground.

He was not sad or sad, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his arm was broken, and he was still reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The steward stepped forward with a smile and stepped on the dervish's face.

"You have no power to tie the chicken, and you dare to break into my Luoluo Temple, I think you are really impatient!"

"The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, Amitabha." The dervishew read silently.

"Still pretending! You people are here for the treasures of my temple! ”

The steward said viciously, "Tell you! The treasures of our temple will not be taken by outsiders! It's all our monks from the Luoluo Temple! ”

The ascetic looked at him painfully, and then said helplessly, "The monastery is supposed to be a place to promote Buddhism, but it is ruled by materialism, how sad! ”

The steward was speechless, and only held back his anger and said, "Then let you go to see the Buddha today, and we still want to enjoy the bliss on earth!" ”

With a wave of his hand, two young monks surrounded him, one of whom secretly took a dagger.

It seems that the temple is really bold, they are the largest temple in the country of Xiang.

Even if a person dies, he does not have to report it to the government, because even the king has to give them face.

The dervish looked at the sharp knife, but still couldn't move, still silently reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

The young monk surrounded him like a fierce god, and he just wanted to make a move.

Suddenly, one of them was kicked into the air.

"Oops!"

Before the other could react, he was slapped unconscious and fell asleep on the ground.

"Who are you!"

The steward was so frightened that he took two steps back, and a young man in civilian clothes was staring at him coldly.

"You guys, it's too much."

His cold answer was both plain and majestic.

The steward saw that he was quick with his hands and feet, and he knocked down two monks in an instant, and he was panicked.

"What are you! Want you to be nosy? ”

"Give me the registration form." Ye Cheng didn't answer directly.

The management was stunned for a moment, and then laughed maniacally.

"Looks like you don't know who I am!"

He straightened his waist and said in a weird manner, "This registration, I have the final say, you offended me, and you still want to sign up?" ”

Ye Cheng didn't speak, and the ascetic raised his head in pain, "Amitabha, the donor doesn't have to provoke them, it's better to leave as soon as possible." ”

"Hmph, what's the matter, if you want to be a hero, don't want to be famous! Unless you kneel down for the monk and shout three times to kiss your father! Otherwise, get out of here! Hahahahaha. ”

The temple has its own warrior monks, and even has its own armament, and the monk in charge of the affairs does not dare to break in.

The two young monks woke up and ran to the steward's side.

Now that they are three of them, they are no longer as caught off guard by Ye Cheng as they were just now.

The steward is more confident, not only will he not let Ye Cheng report his name, but he must also humiliate him to the end!

"How about it, come over and lick Lao Tzu's monk shoes, and call to kiss dad three times, otherwise get out of here!"

Ye Cheng didn't speak, and the ascetic actually crawled to the steward.

"Amitabha, this benefactor is because of me, so let me apologize for him."

He dragged his badly wounded body and crawled to the steward's feet step by step.