"This item is very precious, I can't take it, and I ask the elders to take it back."

Although He Weitong is not a Buddhist or a cultivator, he can still feel the gentle power in the box, so he is sure that this relic is a Buddhist treasure.

Although the old monk Rusong said that the relics were his things, but his family knew his own affairs, he was no longer the one He Anxia, in case there was a consciousness left by the monk in this relic, and He Weitong couldn't see it, but it would hurt him.

"This thing is yours, I can't keep the agreement to cross the junior brother into the Buddha's door, it's already ashamed, if you refuse again, I will die in front of you, in order to repay your life-saving grace in your previous life." Rusong folded his hands and pronounced a Buddha name, and then said.

Looking at the old monk Rusong who didn't look like he was panicking, He Weitong sighed, finally nodded and put the box away.

"In this way, the junior retires." He Weitong saluted slightly, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

Rusong nodded slightly.

"How daring!" Rusong suddenly shouted.

When Wei Tong raised his head, the old monk Rusong had already gotten up from the futon, holding a string of Buddhist beads and looking at the southeast direction of the temple.

Then when He Weitong spoke, he immediately walked out of the door.

Seeing this, He Weitong also immediately rushed up, although he was surprised by the reaction of the old monk Rusong, but he was also curious about who caused the old monk Rusong to be so angry.

He Weitong kept up with Rusong's speed and came to the temple hall.

By the time He Weitong arrived, there were no pilgrims in the hall, and they had already scattered and fled.

There were only two pilgrims left in the main hall, and a group of young warrior monks with sticks.

In the center of the monk's encirclement, there was a woman, wearing a white hooded gauze, who was the same woman He Weitong met at the foot of the mountain.

"Who is the demon who dares to come to the Buddha Gate to spread wildness!" The middle-aged monk who was the leader of the warrior monks asked.

The woman looked at the warrior monks around her indifferently, did not speak, but had murderous intent in her eyes, and there was a faint green light around her body, looking extremely weird.

"All the disciples listen to the order, take it for me." Seeing that she didn't say anything, the leading warrior monk ordered.

"Yes." When the monks received the order, they immediately surrounded them with sticks.

"It's just you guys, and you want to take me down, it's a dream." The woman laughed.

Laughing, his hands began to exert his demonic power, and then an extremely powerful demonic power came out of his hands, shaking all the warrior monks away, and after landing on the ground, he vomited blood and lost his combat effectiveness.

"Youkai!! Help me!!! ”

A young man in a long robe hiding behind the pillars of the main hall saw the woman's fierce hair, and ran out of the hall as if he had seen a ghost.

"Duan Lang!" When the woman saw the young man running towards the outside of the temple, she immediately chased after him.

At this time, Rusong and He Weitong finally rushed over from the square opposite the main hall.

"Master, help!" When the young man saw the old monk Rusong, it was like seeing a savior, and he hurriedly hid behind.

"Don't be afraid, Master Duan, there is a poor monk, she can't help you." Rusong reassured.

After saying that, he went to this temple, and fought with the woman with great might.

He Weitong looked at the woman in the hall, and he didn't know what she was at this time.

No wonder He Weitong felt a familiar aura in her, if he didn't guess, this woman might be a dryad.

"Old monk, you have repeatedly broken my good deeds, if you don't kill you, it will be difficult to vent the hatred in my heart." After a fight, the banshee took two steps back, then yelled at Rusong with anger on her face.

"In the past, the poor monk spared your life, but you didn't want to repent, and today it is even more powerful, blaspheming the important land of Buddhism, and daring to hurt people in front of Shakya, if the poor monk easily bypasses you today, he is really a disciple of Buddhism."

The two of them made their positions to each other seriously and even somewhat rigorously.

He Weitong pulled his gaze back and turned his head to look at the man next to him who was too frightened to stand on his legs.

He Weitong thought it would be some kind of old-fashioned love and hatred, the man abandoned her after knowing the identity of the ladyboy, or there were other women in love, but now it doesn't seem to be the case, listening to the conversation between the old monk Rusong and the woman, He Weitong heard a little bit of the banshee's insistence on unrequited love.

He Weitong glanced at the man, and then looked at the hall again.

He was just a martial arts practitioner, and it was the first time he had seen this kind of transcendent fight, so he was very interested.

The banshee was shrouded in a terrifying green aura under the mountain, and the old monk Rusong erupted with a rich golden Buddha light, and neither side let anyone.

There was a lot of fighting between the two sides, and none of the objects in the hall were intact.

If it weren't for the sturdy building of the pillars, I'm afraid that the main hall would have collapsed at this time.

Because the aftermath of the fight covered the entire hall, He Weitong retreated far away, not daring to stand at the door of the hall anymore to watch.

Because of the attack that was shot out of his heart, he had directly smashed the cement railing the thickness of a bucket, seeing this, where did He Weitong dare to stay.

He pulled the frightened man back more than ten meters, stood behind a tree and continued to watch.

Looking at it, He Weitong gradually had a judgment on the strength of the two inside.

Cultivating extraordinary strength is indeed stronger than practicing martial arts, but martial arts are not useless.

The destructive power of these two in front of them is actually not much stronger than that of Zhou Xiyu and Peng Qianwu when they fought in the original play.

He Weitong admitted that these two are indeed better than Zhou Xiyu, but if they really fight, Zhou Xiyu may lose, but he will not lose so ugly.

Zhou Xiyu's ape attack technique can be used by using the power of Yuehua for his own use, if compared with the Buddha power of the Buddha Sect and the demon power of the demon clan, it is not much different, or the three are the same level of power.

And because the ape strike technique pursues the ultimate strength, if it starts, Zhou Xiyu may still have some advantages in a short period of time.

But if the time lasts long enough, the loser will definitely be Zhou Xiyu.

The combat power of the three may be about the same, but after all, one is a mundane martial art, and the other is a true cultivation method.

When the martial arts are finally exhausted, and the two monks Rusong can replenish energy from the air at any time because they practice the transcendent way.

In short, the cultivation method has all kinds of wonderful uses, the power he improves is multifaceted, it is whole, and the more important thing is that the cultivator has coercion and can suppress the power of the other party.

The fight lasted for a long time, but it ended in the victory of the old monk Rusong.

Monk Rusong used the robe on his body to trap the demon girl underneath.

Although He Weitong did not personally participate in it, he had benefited a lot, and he saw the gap between martial arts and cultivation, and also saw the difference between them, which had a great reference effect on He Weitong's future practice.