Seeing King Ming dissipate like a little bit of sand, the monks of the entire Daming Temple widened their eyes and showed horror, and at the same time they also had a sense of fear.

The three old monks continued to kowtow in the direction of the Ming King statue, and all the monks just silently recited the Ming King Sutra regardless of fear.

It wasn't until King Ming's body was completely dispersed that the three old monks raised their heads, turned to face Ji Yuan, and respectfully bent down to perform the Buddha salute.

"Good Daming King Buddha, Immortal Chief, Daming Temple monks ......"

Ji Yuan nodded slightly to the old monk.

"Abbot, rest assured, Ji Mou guarantees that all the masters are safe. ”

Although this voice is not loud, it is soft in the range of Daming Temple on the side of the boat, so that every hesitant or dazed monk can hear it clearly.

What to say to someone, what Ji Yuan said to King Ming before was that he was measured whether he was in Lu Shanjun or not, but most of these monks were obviously frightened, and what they wanted to hear most was what Ji Yuan said now.

While speaking, Ji Yuan also looked at Jueming not far away, if you really want to talk about it, this former Zhao Long's current Jueming, except for shaving, the change was the smallest among the nine knights back then, and it was smaller than the well-maintained Luo Ning Frost.

Well, although Jueming looks like a middle-aged monk, to be honest, in Ji Yuan's memory, Zhao Long at the beginning was also very anxious, obviously in his early twenties, but it would look similar to now, with a middle-aged appearance.

Even now, Jueming is still chanting the scriptures, not because the statue of King Ming turned into sand like other monks around, but has been reciting it from just now to now, including the huge movement of the previous demon law, Buddhism, immortal law and other supernatural powers have not affected him.

The power of the Ming King on his body is still flowing out slowly, but from the river just now, there is only a trickle now, and the direction of the drift is only scattered into the Daming Temple, because the statue of the Ming King sitting on the ground is gone.

When Ji Yuan carefully observed Monk Jueming, Lu Shanjun over there had already stood up again.

Before the Ming King's Zhenshan Demon Suppression Dafa was really powerful, and in the end, the mountain was transformed from virtual to real, that is, the real thousand-heavy giant peak pressed to the top, and the resistance was irresistible, if it was just Lu Shanjun himself, I was afraid that he would be smashed under the mountain at once, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, and then there would be two golden armor wrestlers working together to help, and they still almost crushed them down.

Fortunately, in the next moment, the fairy sword had already shown its edge, splitting the giant mountain that the Dharma had turned into.

At this moment, Lu Shanjun looked left and right at the two golden armor wrestlers beside him, these two wrestlers were extremely burly at the moment, but their red faces were solemn, the golden armor streamer was faint and not dazzling, and the yellow scarf was fluttering in front of and behind him with the wind, just standing there with the hammer arm, and visually bringing a kind of oppressive power with what he saw.

Seeing that the wrestlers did not move, Lu Shanjun shook his hair, jumped on the side of the mountain hundreds of zhang away, with a demonic aura that had been confined a lot, easily crossed an arc, and then fell very gently to the already messy square in Daming Temple, and fell more than ten zhang behind Ji Yuan.

After landing on the ground, the huge demon body gradually contracted in the misting light, and finally turned into a young man in a pale yellow moire robe.

Lu Shanjun respectfully bowed towards Ji Yuan.

"Lu Shanjun has seen Mr."

Ji Yuan's gaze moved away from Jueming, and he turned to Lu Shanjun and nodded.

"If it weren't for the incarnation of King Ming, I wouldn't have appeared today, just because I'm not there. ”

"Yes!"

After Lu Shanjun agreed, he put away his salute, swept around the monks, glanced at the three helpless old monks, and finally looked at Zhao Long, who was still chanting.

didn't ask Ji Yuan if he should let Zhao Long go, and didn't even say anything superfluous, what kind of character Lu Shanjun knew about his teacher, and he didn't have any idea of changing his plan.

Now in addition to the sound of the gentle wind, only the sound of Zhao Long chanting is left, but it seems to be quieter, Lu Shanjun and Ji Yuan, and all the monks are just waiting quietly.

It wasn't until a long time passed that there was no more power flowing out of the body of the monk Jueming, and the continuous chanting of the scriptures stopped.

Monk Jueming opened his eyes, turned his gaze, and saw that the temple square was in a mess, but except for the square, the temple that had lived for many years had not been damaged much, most of the places were intact, and there were some tiles on the roof.

Standing up, Jue Ming's eyes searched around, but he didn't find the huge monster, but he saw Ji Yuan at a glance, and after being slightly stunned, he asked with some uncertainty.

"Are you...... Mr. Ji?"

Ji Yuan smiled and bowed his head slightly.

"Should I call you Zhao Long or Master Jueming?"

"You can call him whatever he wants......

In the face of Ji Yuan, Jueming was still a little ashamed, and he wanted to bow here, but because of his habits over the years, he subconsciously folded his hands and performed a Buddha ceremony.

Then he raised his head and saw the strange man not far behind Ji Yuan, his eyes met, and Jue Ming faintly understood that this should be Lu Shanjun.

Lu Shanjun took a few steps forward at this moment and walked in front of Jueming.

Now no monk will stop it, even the three old monks not far away have closed their eyes.

"Zhao Long, have you changed your mind?"

The middle-aged monk in front of him exhaled a long breath and answered the question.

"I'm not a person with courage, I can't take what I should take, I can't put down what I should put down, I don't know how to choose between fame and fortune, I don't understand Buddhism when I sit and meditate, and I set the life and death situation many years ago, and I am also tired of the temple to fall into such a situation, this life is ridiculous!"

Jue Ming showed a wry smile, and there was also a sense of relief, bowed to Lu Shanjun Buddha, and said as a monk.

"Lord Lu, please give me death. ”

When the words fell, Jueming's Buddha salutation was exactly ninety degrees bent and did not get up.

A gentle breeze blows through the temple, and the entire small amount of mountain is very quiet.

Lu Shanjun took a few steps closer, tidied up his sleeves, and stretched towards Monk Jueming with his hands in fists.

In the eyes of the monks of the entire Daming Temple, in front of Ji Yuan's eyes, this picture froze for a short time, and then Lu Shanjun straightened up, and a yellow-black shadow that obscured the light appeared on his body, and the shadow finally turned into a huge mouth.

Monk Jueming raised his head, held his breath and opened his eyes wide, watching this blood basin mouth get bigger and bigger, and then his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

Many monks who were still stunned trembled in their hearts, watching the giant mouth of the monster devour Jue Ming at once, in addition to the inevitable fright, they also had some special feelings in their hearts.

The three old monks only opened their eyes at this time, and after saying "good", they lowered their heads and recited the scriptures.

Ji Yuan glanced at them and muttered in a low voice.

"Daming Temple is very fortunate. ”

A little farther away, the two Jinjia wrestlers had already stepped over the outer wall of the temple and walked into the square, and their bodies had returned to their normal state, although they were still several rounds older than ordinary people.

Now Ji Yuan has a total of six Golden Armor Lux in his hands, and after refining these six in the first three days, Ji Yuan felt that it was enough, so he did not increase the number, but chose to incorporate more pieces of paper with more energy when he was free.

If you blindly pursue quantity, how can there be the prestige of these two wrestlers today.

However, no matter how to improve the quality, the essence of Jinjia Lux is still like that, and at this moment, he is not in a hurry to walk in front of Ji Yuan, and he salutes very formulaically.

"Your Excellency!"

The voice is calm, the expression is cold, there is no ups and downs, and it is a real disregard for anyone.

Saluted towards Ji Yuan, but stood on the left and right of Lu Shanjun, obviously still in the previous order.

Lu Shanjun glanced at these two wrestlers a few times, if he didn't have a certain understanding of the golden armor wrestlers, and knew that the golden armor wrestlers actually had no emotion, he might think that these two wrestlers were no one in his eyes.

"Master Abbot, Daming Temple destroyed a meditation room, a corner of the courtyard wall, and also destroyed a square, which my two wrestlers have no other advantages, but they have such strength, how about helping you rebuild the temple together?"

The abbot of Daming Temple looked up at the two gold-armored wrestlers beside Ji Yuan, and the latter also swept his eyes to the old monk because of Ji Yuan's words.

In the eyes of the old monk, the demeanor of the two wrestlers is almost the same, let alone turning around, not even moving their heads, raising their heads and looking down, squinting, not blinking or turning their eyes, a sense of contempt is extremely strong, and it also brings a stronger sense of oppression psychologically.

Seeing that the word "unwilling" was almost written on the face of the wrestler, how dare the old monk not be interested.

"Thank you for the kindness of the immortal, my Daming Temple has not been seriously damaged, a little damaged, the monks as a daily practice to repair, less than half a month to recover, do not bother the two generals. ”

Ji Yuan looked at Jinjia Lux, shook his head and didn't say anything, it was still inconvenient for him to tell more about the secrets of Lux in front of outsiders.

"That being the case, then Ji Mou will leave first. ”

Seeing that Ji Yuan was leaving, Lu Shanjun was also a little nervous.

"Sir, where are you going, but this time you came to help me because I was in trouble?"

asked this, Ji Yuan didn't want to say that he followed all the way, so Lu Shanjun might not be able to let go of his hands and feet in the future.

"I was overseas before, knowing that you have transformed into a shape, come back and see, I still have something to do, so I will take the first step, and come to me after you finish what you should do." ”

As he spoke, the two golden armor wrestlers had turned into two streamers and flew into Ji Yuan's sleeves, and others couldn't even see that they were two pieces of paper.

Lu Shanjun bowed his hand and said "Yes!", and couldn't help but scream as he watched Ji Yuan step on the clouds and rise into the air.

"Sir!"

"Huh?"

Ji Yuan paused and looked at Lu Shanjun.

The latter touched around on his body, except for some dog-headed gold and silver coins, he only found a dried leaf bag, and in desperation, he could only take a few steps closer and hand this dry leaf bag to Ji Yuan.

"Sir...... Can be used to make tea......"

"Hahaha...... I have a heart. ”

Ji Yuan took this small bag of wolfberries and walked away with a smile, Lu Shanjun was a little lost at the same time, his heart was also a lot more relaxed, at least the teacher did not have any opinion on his actions.

Looking around again, as soon as Ji Yuan left, these monks obviously became extremely nervous all of a sudden.

"Hehe, masters, I offended before, Lu destroyed a meditation room and a courtyard wall in the outer courtyard, as for the square, it was from the hand of the king who sat on the ground. ”

As he spoke, Lu Shanjun took out a silver ingot that must have been at least ten taels from his arms, stretched out his hand and handed it to the abbot of Daming Temple.

"This is compensation, please accept it from Master Abbot. ”

"No, no, we will repair it ourselves, and we don't need to compensate Lu Shizhu......"

The old monk immediately refused, but Lu Shanjun said it again in an accentuated tone.

"Please, Fang, Abbot, Big, Division, take it!"

"This, good Daming King Buddha, thank you Lord Lu!"

The old monk saw sweat on his forehead, and did not dare to postpone it any longer, so he took the silver and returned to the Buddha.

"Well, I'm leaving, maybe you can see Monk Jueming in the future, don't remember it now. ”

After that, Lu Shanjun rose against the wind, flew out of the small amount of mountain and looked back at Daming Temple, and then fled away.

It wasn't until a long time later that the monks of Daming Temple breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of chapter)