The days that followed were peaceful.

Although Yang Liu was worried about whether Shen Yu was trapped in the disgusted soil, he also knew that with his current realm, even if he could hook up the heaven and earth aura of Feilai Peak, it would be difficult to do something in Lingyin Temple.

Watari is just an elder in the lecture hall, and on top of this, there are three heads.

Unless he was possessed by Miaohua Divine Thought again, it would be impossible to kill a great cultivator at the peak of the Bodhisattva Realm.

The wait is always long, and Yang Liu's heart is getting calmer and calmer.

Even Lu Wu became much quieter, and because of Hui Ke, even though the eyes of the monks guarding outside the house were full of resentment, there was no further action.

Even if the enemies of the division are in front of them, they all abide by the rules and precepts of the door.

This is one of the reasons why the Nine Holy Lands have been able to stand in the Spirit Wilderness for thousands of years. ap..

…

On a spring day, the breeze is gentle.

An old monk came to the courtyard, and Yang Liu recognized the identity of the person at a glance.

The first building of the Dharma Transmission Hall.

Delusional monks.

For the first time, Yang Liu only glanced at the old monk from a distance on a cliff, but did not see his face clearly.

So, she carefully looked at the monk in front of her.

Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, not very tall, wearing an extremely ordinary Zen robe, just standing in front of the door abruptly.

Buddhist practitioners are introverted, and they can't be seen as a practitioner from the outside.

Yang Liu heard Su Mo mention that the higher the realm of Buddhist cultivation, the more he returned to the basics, just like ordinary people.

What's more, this old monk's status is transcendent, and when Lingyin Temple presides over the retreat, he is the person with the highest status in the entire temple.

So, Yang Liu did not let him stand outside the house as he did with Hui Ke, but took the initiative to bow and invite the old monk into the house.

The delirious monk sat on a futon casually and said straight to the point: "Lingyin Temple has always had a general relationship with Taoism, and you killed my junior brother who crossed the sea and beat you into the Buddha cave, which is really a helpless move."

The old monk's tone was calm, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

But the meaning is also categorical.

The delusional monk thought for a while, and then said, "On that day, the old man saw with his own eyes in the ancestral hall, in the ancestral hall, the phalanges of the ancestor Miaohua suddenly possessed you, and the senior brother of the crossing sea would die, all of this has nothing to do with you."

Yang Liu's eyes widened, and he said dumbly, "I'm not wrong, you still want to lock me up?"

The old monk nodded and said, "There is never a right or wrong in the world, it is all a trade-off, you killed the senior brother who crossed the sea, Lingyin Temple needs an explanation, and this explanation is you."

Yang Liu was dumbfounded, the same holy land, the people of Lingyin Temple could actually do things like this.

It's also unreasonable.

"You mean, persimmons pick soft pinch," Yang Liu pointed to himself, gritted his teeth and said, "And I, this soft persimmon?"

The delirious monk hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "It can be said that in fact, most of the things in the world are like this, but some people do it more obviously, such as your Dao Sect disciple acting, the same is true, in the case of Liubo Mountain back then, Dao Yan Zhenren did not succeed in cultivation, and it was Xi Qingshu who was killed who was weaker in cultivation, and the real murderer was only punished a little."

Willow was silent.

She has been in Feilaifeng for many years and knows a lot about the deeds of Daoyan Zhenren.

The grievance between Liubo Mountain and Daoyan Zhenren occurred more than a hundred years ago, that is, the head of the family has not been completed, and when he experienced three disasters and five tribulations, he once took in a scholar in Bowang City in Zhongzhou, and this scholar was the key person in charge of the catastrophe, but was killed by the contemporary mountain master of Liubo Mountain.

Dao Yan Zhenren was angry and killed Shangliu Bo Mountain, and in the end, he only died an inconsequential deputy mountain chairman Qingshu.

The reason is the same as what the old monk said, the real person in charge of the family is not a great cultivator, and he wants to kill the mountain master but can't, so he can only kill a Xi Qingshu.

Of course, there are more things later, but it is indeed a fact to pick soft persimmons and pinch them.

After a long time, Yang Liu said, "In your eyes, I am a soft persimmon, but

I don't know, if my Senior Brother Shen Yu comes back, will he let you treat me as a soft persimmon."

The monk laughed, "He can't come back."

…

Ten days later.

The atmosphere in Lingyin Temple became more and more tense.

Many Taoist disciples had stopped practicing and stood outside the courtyard every day, nervously watching the monks coming and going.

More and more huge breaths appeared in the Lingyin Temple.

Those strong people who have traveled outside and placed orders have also returned to the mountain, and many of them are even the junior disciples of the lecture hall and the bitter monks, and after knowing what happened, they wanted to break into the courtyard countless times.

Fortunately, in the end, Hui Ke came forward and barely calmed down.

But there were still some young disciples who were unwilling to stop there, so they began to ridicule those Daoist disciples who were guarding outside the house.

Qiu Wen is from Cuizhu Peak, he is a very talented disciple among the three generations of disciples, he has only practiced for less than ten years, and he has already condensed the golden pill, and a few days ago he was ordered by the master to come to Lingyin Temple to mourn the bitter monk, and when he encountered Uncle Yangliu's matter, he naturally had to stay outside the door.

Today, several more disciples of Lingyin Temple came here to provoke.

Qiu Wen drew his long sword, pointed at the other party, and said in a deep voice, "I repeat, if you want to fight, then fight."

A young monk standing across from him had an extremely handsome face, dressed in fluttering Zen robes, and the light of the Buddha could be faintly seen above his head.

For Buddhist practitioners, if the Buddha's light appears, it means that the cultivation has stepped into the Vajra realm, which can be compared to the golden pill or even the cave realm of the Daomen.

As a third-generation disciple of Lingyin Temple, he turned a deaf ear to Qiu Wen's words, and said condescendingly: "What kind of thing are you, a waste who has just condensed the golden pill, you are not qualified to fight with me, so please ask the elders in your house to come out."

Qiu Wen took a step forward, and the long sword drew an extremely dashing trajectory in the air, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight forward with a whistling sound.

"Yuanzhen, you deceive people too much."

With an angry scolding, the sword light instantly enveloped the young monk.

Yuan Zhen stood quietly in the middle of the field, full of spirit, ignoring the sword aura with murderous intent around him.

He was the first of the three generations of disciples in the lecture hall, and he had already stepped into the Arhat realm with half a foot in the cultivation realm, so he didn't care much about Qiu Wen's attack.

Yuan Zhen knew that with Uncle Hui Ke's character, it was impossible for him to kill the enemy who killed the ancestor in the hospital.

But if he killed a few Dao disciples, Hui Ke would pretend not to see it.

Thinking of having the opportunity to get some justice for the patriarch and kill a third-generation disciple of the Taoist Sect, Yuan Zhen was full of excitement and happiness.

Even if he will also face the pursuit of Dao Sect disciples in the future, so what?

Grievances in the world always end with the death of one party.

Yuan Zhen drank suddenly, clenched his right hand, and then swung it forward, and a violent aura rolled up countless flying sand and stones.

The sword light in the sky collided abruptly with the furious tornado.

First, the front of the dragon scroll was scattered by the sword light, and then condensed, and then the sword light in the sky disappeared in an instant, and it crushed straight towards Qiu Wen in an extremely domineering way.

There are many similarities between Linghuang Buddha cultivation and martial arts practice, both of which are self-cultivation first, but the way of martial arts is to preach the Tao with strength, so they do not cultivate the Yuan Shen.

Buddhism is different, when the body is polished to the extreme, you can step into the Arhat realm, start to make great wishes, and preach the Tao Yuanshen.

Therefore, as soon as Yuan Zhen made a move, he was domineering with fist intent.

Only by defeating or killing the disciples of that Dao Sect by chopping melons and vegetables, Uncle Hui Ke, or Du Yu Shouza, will turn a blind eye.

On the other side, in the face of this irresistible fist intent, Qiu Wen's face changed slightly, his steps changed, and he writhed in the air, narrowly avoiding this punch.

The next moment, another fist appeared in a strange and unpredictable way where he was exhausted.

Rumble!

A sharp pain came from the left side of his waist, Qiu Wen snorted, and was instantly smashed to the ground.

Countless rubble flies, one

A huge depression appeared behind him, and Yuanzhen's fist continued unabated, slamming into the chest of Qiu Wen, who was lying on his back.

Several Dao Sect disciples outside the arena couldn't help but exclaim and got up one after another.

But he was imprisoned by a powerful force, and he couldn't save him at all.

"Old monk, let me go."

Inside the house, Yang Liu's eyes widened, glaring angrily at the calm monk in front of him.

At this moment, she had sensed that outside the courtyard, the disciples of the Dao Sect were deep in the fairy realm, although they had only practiced in Feilai Peak all these years, and had been bullied by the disciples of the Qinglu Palace, but if they watched a third-generation disciple die in front of their eyes, they would not be able to do it in any way.

Therefore, Yang Liu did not hesitate to get up and prepare to make a move.

With just a wave of his sleeves, a faint light enveloped the entire room, and Yang Liu suddenly felt as if he had lost contact with heaven and earth.

The delirium monk lowered his ears and eyes, and said lightly: "Although the body of the earth immortal is strong, it is not without a way to crack it, as long as you cut off the connection with the immortal mountain, naturally there will be no spiritual power transmitted into your body."

Yang Liu looked at the bell in the old monk's hand and said in shock, "Heaven and Earth Bell? How could the supreme treasure of the Moon Occultation Sect be in the Lingyin Temple."

The monk smiled but did not speak.

Yang Liu's eyes were gloomy, and he knew that there was no hope of getting out of trouble today, but the three generations of disciples died because of themselves, and I am afraid that it would be difficult to be peaceful in this life.

"Despicable." Yang Liu was angry.

The pattern of a holy place is so narrow-minded, this is no longer the soft persimmon pinch that the delusional monk said, but the revenge of self-surrender identity.

Looking at the woman in front of him, the delirious monk said calmly: "Uncle Ku has fallen, the senior brother of the sea has died, and the souls of several ancestors have also dissipated because of you and Shen Yu, although my Lingyin Temple is a decent Buddhist sect in the world, there will also be grudges, and the knot in the hearts of the disciples is the demons in their hearts, if the knots in their hearts are not removed, the demons in their hearts will be born."

Yang Liu suddenly ran out of words.

Grievances in the world are never settled with a few words.

…

Outside the courtyard, Yuanzhen's fist smashed on Qiu Wen's body again, and a piercing bone cracking sound spread throughout the courtyard.

This third-generation disciple of the Dao Sect was covered in blood, but there was no sound of pain, and his clear eyes were full of tenacity.

Countless disciples were stunned, desperately mobilizing the spiritual power in their bodies, wanting to open their confinement.

Yuan Zhen looked at Qiu Wen on the ground indifferently, and did not make another move, but squatted down gently, patted his face, and said with a sneer: "My Buddha is merciful, but he also has the wrath of Vajra, your uncle has his own retribution, today, killing you, you can relieve my heart knot a little, the disciples of the Taoist Sect, the younger generation, are just a group of fists and embroidered legs."