Wankong Temple is only open to the public on the first and fifteenth day of each month, and the rest of the time the mountain gate is closed and no guests are accepted.

Ling Yu came to the temple gate, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one opened the door for him, so he went directly over the wall and entered the temple.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he heard a shout.

"Stop!"

Following the prestige, it turned out to be a small novice.

"How did you get in?"

Ling Yu smiled and said, "I'm looking for Master Peng Yuan." ”

"My master is not a guest! Hurry up, otherwise you will be unwelcome!"

This little novice had a vicious look on his face, and his tone was also very vicious, and he did not have the gentle and polite attitude that a monk should have.

"You'd better call your bullshit master out of here!"

Ling Yu's face turned cold.

"If I don't give you some color, you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

The little novice rushed straight over, and when he was still about ten meters away from Ling Yu, he suddenly rose into the air, picked up the long stick in his hand, and smashed it down on Ling Yu's head.

This move is so powerful that I am afraid that it has a strength of no less than thousands of catties.

Ling Yu smiled coldly, his feet didn't move, and at the same time as the long stick smashed down, he suddenly raised his arm and grabbed this powerful stick, and then the little novice felt a strong force coming, a powerful force that he couldn't compete with at all.

The long stick was grabbed by him in his hand, the little novice refused to let go, Ling Yu shook the long stick, and the little novice was like a fallen leaf in the wind, and he shook it up and down.

Within a few minutes, the little novice couldn't hold it anymore, let go of his hand, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the copper tripod in the temple, knocking over the copper tripod of thousands of catties, and he himself had multiple fractures all over his body, lying on the ground and vomiting blood.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in my Wankong Temple?"

A person's voice was like a bell, soaring into the air, landing next to the overturned copper tripod, and he actually lifted the thousand-pound copper tripod with one arm, and walked towards Ling Yu with the copper tripod, and the bluestone plate under his feet shattered.

This is a bearded monk, with several clearly visible ring scars on his bare head, a beard on his chin that is like a fierce flight in a painting, a string of black and shiny Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and his exposed arms are as thick as ordinary people's thighs, and his muscles are knotted, which is very scary.

"It's your grandfather and me!"

Ling Yu said coldly: "Hurry up and let Peng Yuan's bastard get out of Lao Tzu, otherwise I will demolish your Wankong Temple!"

"You are also worthy of calling my master's Dharma name!"

The mad monk roared, which shocked Ling Yu's eardrums a little, and then rushed wildly, and the bluestone slabs under his feet burst one by one, and the jumping stones shot out in all directions, as fast as bullets.

"Die!"

The mad monk threw out the thousand-pound copper tripod in his hand, and the copper tripod spun at great speed and crashed towards Ling Yu, forming a cyclone that made a "buzzing" sound.

Ling Yu jumped up and kicked the flying copper tripod, actually kicking the copper tripod away.

The fanatical eyes widened in astonishment. At this moment, Tongding had already arrived in front of him.

The mad monk also jumped up, wanting to follow Ling Yu's example and return the favor with the other, who knew that the moment he kicked the bronze tripod, a powerful force that could not be resisted spread throughout his body.

Poof-

A mouthful of blood spilled out of the mad monk's mouth, and the whole person was knocked out by the copper tripod and fell heavily to the ground. Seriously injured, unable to dodge, he was smashed into a meatloaf by the falling thousand catties of copper Dingshengsheng.

"Elder Peng, bald donkey, if you don't come out again, I will burn down your Wankong Temple!"

Ling Yu crossed his hands on his hips and exhaled, and his voice instantly spread to every corner of the Wankong Temple.

The rest of the monks of Wankong Temple came out one after another, but only Na Pengyuan still did not show up.

"Up!"

More than a dozen monks rushed over together.

Ling Yu's face was fearless, he smiled coldly, picked up the stick in his hand and killed it.

The dozen or so monks surrounded him in an instant, and just as they wanted to form a formation, who knew that Ling Yu would turn them upside down like a dragon entering the sea.

After a few breaths, there was a little bald donkey on the ground that was wailing in pain.

"Peng Yuan, you turned out to be a turtle with a shrunken head, you know how to hide behind and let your disciples and grandchildren come out to block for you, right? ”

Just as Ling Yu was about to start searching, a kind-eyed old monk slowly walked out, still holding a Buddhist bead in his hand.

"Amitabha, the Buddha Gate is a pure place, with the blessing of the gods and Buddhas, and the little benefactor is so reckless in the land of my Buddha Gate, aren't you afraid of the Buddhas in the heavens to blame?"

Peng Yuankou came to declare the Buddha.

Ling Yu laughed, pointed at Peng Yuan with the long stick in his hand, and said sharply: "You old bald donkey dare to do that pickled and filthy thing under the nose of the Bodhisattva, I am just here to do the right thing for the heavens, why should the gods and Buddhas of the heavens condemn me?"

Peng Yuan said: "The old man and you don't know each other, why do you want to frame the old man?"

"Framing you?"

Ling Yu smiled coldly and took out the human infantile egg.

"You know this, right?"

Peng Yuan's face changed suddenly, but he shook his head.

"Haha, it's come to this, you're still denying it, right? ”

Ling Yu said: "I have good news to tell you, the human baby you raised in Yuan Jieying's body has been raised for eleven years, and it is about to mature, but that evil thing was killed by the master yesterday!"

Hearing this, Peng Yuan couldn't pretend anymore, and suddenly ripped off the robe on his body, revealing his true face of ferocity.

"Bastard! The old man's hard work for more than ten years was ruined by you! Today, the old man will definitely break your body into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in the old man's heart!"

Peng Yuan tore off the large string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and hit Ling Yu with the Buddhist beads.

In his hand, this string of Buddhist beads became more powerful than a sharp steel knife, slashing through the air, making an endless sharp whistling sound.

This old bald donkey has a few hits!

Ling Yu used the long stick in his hand to block, who knew that as soon as the long stick touched the Buddha bead, it would break inch by inch.

"Okay, you're an old thing, you have a little ability!"

With a look of horror on his face, Ling Yu immediately laughed again, dodging Peng Yuan's blow, and suddenly pushed with both palms.

"Fire Cloud Palm!"

A blazing flame swept away, Peng Yuan couldn't dodge, the white beard under his chin was burned, and the monk's robe on his chest was also set on fire.

Peng Yuan was burned to the point of "wow" and screamed, quickly took off his clothes, and ran around naked all over the ground.

"Old bald donkey, you should die!"

Ling Yu's figure was like a ghost, incredibly fast, and he instantly arrived in front of Peng Yuan, and hit Peng Yuan's chest with a palm, leaving a burnt handprint in an instant.