When Dao Ran's hands lit up with purple lightning, Yuan Su felt his scalp tingle.

That's the power of thunder and lightning, can you still live if you hit people?

was about to let his fellow brothers escape, but he didn't expect Dao Ran to be the first to target him.

Dao Ran pointed at Yuan Su like a sword, and the electric light swept by, and it didn't enter his chest before Yuan Su could react.

A feeling of paralysis came, and Yuan Su fell to the ground, and his body began to convulse uncontrollably.

Dao Ran was very satisfied with the effect of this thunder finger.

The palm thunder taught by Ramano is more powerful than the thunder finger, and with a single palm, it can turn these eighteen bronze figures into eighteen charred corpses.

It's just that the mana consumed is also very large, and Dao Ran still maintains Mu Zhixuan's summoning, letting the giant snake protect Nie Zhengyan's family, so he can only use palm thunder once at most, and then he has to accumulate mana for two days.

The palm thunder spell researched by Dao Ancestor is really powerful, and the essence of this spell is actually the control of thunder energy, which is equivalent to telling the students the basic formula, and letting the students use it to do the application problems themselves.

Dao Ran mastered the basic principle of palm thunder, and easily studied the use of thunder fingers. Thunder refers to a single spell, which is far less powerful than palm thunder, but the cost is also far lower than palm thunder.

Dao Ran is not here to kill people today, the thunder finger is enough to electrify people to death, completely lose the ability to resist, but it will not be fatal, it is the most suitable spell.

Seeing Dao Ran's point, the other monks suddenly panicked.

This Daoran monk is not only invulnerable to knives and guns all over his body, but also directly kills with spells, how can they fight, and it is a fool not to run now.

The rest of the monks scattered in a hurry, some wanted to run to the Lingyin Temple, some wanted to flee in the opposite direction, and some were a little righteous and ready to help Yuansu.

But no matter what choice they made, it didn't make any difference to Daoran.

No matter how fast you run, can you be faster than thunder?

The eighteen bronze men who were still majestic just now turned into eighteen epilepsy patients who fell to the ground and rolled their eyes.

The riot in front of the Lingyin Temple soon spread into the temple.

Without waiting for the eighteen bronze men to recover, an old monk with a white beard walked out of the Lingyin Temple.

"Master Daoran, the Lingyin Temple has been destroyed, do you still want to kill them all?" The old monk trembled and pointed at Dao Ran and said.

"Who are you?" Daoran asked.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Daoming, and it is the first one in the Dharma Academy of Lingyin Temple." The old monk said through gritted teeth.

"Where is the Dao Spirit Monk? As far as I know, the matter of finding a guy to replace the abbot of Lingyin Temple should be led by Daoling monks, and he is the actual controller of Lingyin Temple. Daoran asked.

Monk Daoming's face was full of reluctance, but looking at the eighteen bronze people who fell to the ground, he could only endure this breath and said to Dao Ran: "Senior Brother Dao Ling is missing. ”

"Missing? He shouldn't be able to get out of bed yet, right? ”

"I don't know, no one has seen him since the Dharma Conference. It's the same with Shenxiu, who hasn't been seen since that day. ”

Daoran touched his chin, feeling that this matter was a little strange. Vaguely, he seemed to have a sense of danger. This should not be an illusion, but his spiritual attributes and the Heavenly Eye, which has not yet been cultivated, jointly warn him.

"Are these two thieves undead, ready to hide on the side to yin me?"

Dao Ran kept an eye on it, but now he didn't care about the two of them, and said to the old monk in front of him: "Then now Lingyin Temple is up to you?" ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk is now temporarily the abbot. Master Daoran, what are you doing in Lingyin Temple, should you really come here to kill them all? Monk Dao Ling asked in an almost pleading tone.

"What's in it for me to kill them all?" Dao Ran smiled: "I just said that I didn't come to have a dispute with you today, on the contrary, I came to save you." ”

"Save us?" Monk Daoming's face was full of doubts, and he didn't believe a word of what Daoran said.

Lingyin Temple can have today, all thanks to the little monk in front of him, even if he can respond to every call in Hangzhou now, how can he help Lingyin Temple?

Unless......

Monk Daoming frowned, thinking of an unlikely possibility.

Could it be that this little monk has fallen in love with Lingyin Temple and wants to be the abbot himself?

The idea is pretty crazy, but it also seems to make some sense.

After the Dharma Conference, Dao Ran was the real holy monk, and no one in Hangzhou City dared to oppose it in person. If Dao Ran becomes the abbot of Lingyin Temple, then Lingyin Temple will indeed be saved.

The believers who were crying and shouting for Lingyin Temple to return the money before are estimated to be crying and shouting to add sesame oil money to Lingyin Temple, and they can't do it if they don't collect it, and they can directly fill the merit box.

In this way, the crisis of Lingyin Temple can not only be resolved, but the reputation of Lingyin Temple can be further improved.

"Confused, why did you think of being the abbot of Shenxiu in the first place, obviously this Dao Ran mage is more suitable. As long as Lingyin Temple is famous, other things don't matter. ”

Monk Daoming is very confident that as long as Lingyin Temple can save its reputation, this century-old temple will immediately be revitalized and become the first in Hangzhou again, no, it should be the first Buddhist temple in the world.

Thinking of this, the old monk's eyes when he looked at Dao Ran changed, from the original dare to be angry and dare not speak to full of expectation and hope.

And as long as it is not prejudiced, anyone who sees Dao Ran's face will be affected by that super high charm, and they can't help but feel close.

The old monk now feels how comfortable Dao Ran looks, this is simply the master of Zhongxing given by God to Lingyin Temple.

Dao Ran was a little disgusted by the old monk's eyes, this person shouldn't be evil.

It doesn't matter if there is evil in the middle or not, Dao Ran quickly brought the topic back to the topic.

"In that case, I won't talk to you. Lingyin Temple is now being sued and defrauded by many bitter masters, and it owes a lot of money. I can come forward to calm this matter for you for the time being, so that the Lingyin Temple can have a chance to breathe. In exchange, the whole Lingyin Temple has to do one thing for me. ”

When the old monk heard this, he felt that something was wrong, this was not like he was going to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple, how did it become an exchange?

"What do you want us to do?" The old monk asked.

"A good thing, a good thing that will make it possible for you to atone for your sins. I will ask you to help the people catch snakes and make up for the missing snake tax. Daoran said.

"Snake catcher? Isn't this for us to kill, how can this be?! When the old monk heard this, he hurriedly refused.

This is not a question of mercy or not, but a large part of the income of Lingyin Temple comes from various "life release and blessing" activities.

On weekdays, the monks of Lingyin Temple are all in the posture of "sweeping the floor and fearing the lives of ants", and now let them catch snakes, how can they fool in the future...... No, how do you encourage the believers to release their lives and accumulate merits?

"Don't worry, you can tell others that I am persecuted to catch snakes, and I will bear all the sins." Dao Ran said to the old monk.

"No, the monks are merciful and must not kill." The old monk said firmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderbolt swept past the Daoming monk, splitting a large tree behind him into charcoal.

Dao Ran smiled and said to the old monk: "I'm afraid you have made a mistake, I didn't discuss it with you. ”

The old monk glanced back at the charred black tree, swallowed his saliva, and then said to Daoran: "Amitabha, the matter of the snake tax affects the livelihood of the people of Hangzhou, and the monks are merciful, and human life should be the priority. ”