Hui Ling returned to Jinguang Temple, put the master's Buddha bone relics into the eightfold treasure letter, sat cross-legged on the futon, knocked the wooden fish to recite Buddhist scriptures, a group of disciples stood neatly, chanted the Buddha name together, this battle, Jinguang Temple was seriously damaged, the loss of three monks, Hui Ling had to hastily take over the position of abbot, leading the Buddhist gate.

With the death of Fa Ming, the previous four real people and four little real people are no longer mentioned, the heads of the four factions are called the saints of the four directions, and there are even good deeds who have reformulated a young phoenix list, ranking the righteous disciples outside the four major masters in terms of seniority, Liu Qianyan is at the top of the list after getting the sword because of misfortune, Wei Lingyang, Yu Jingzhi and the two followed, Li Muyun only fell to the fourth place due to the poor performance of the previous Cuiyun Mountain competition, and as for Shang Bottle, because of his poor strength, he fell out of the top five and was stabilized by Huifa, and it can also be seen from this list that everyone has acquiesced to the status of the leader of the righteous path of the Sword God Valley.

After succeeding as the abbot, Hui Ling began to study Buddhism wholeheartedly, striving to rebuild the prestige of Jinguang Temple, and the affairs of the temple were handed over to his younger brother Hui Fa.

Late at night this day, Hui Ling was meditating in the wing room, and suddenly there were disciples who kept vigil under the door to report, and there were voices from the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

I only heard a soft whisper in the main hall, I couldn't hear it really, and suddenly there was an angry roar, like a beast screaming, and the monks in the temple were also awakened by the roar, and they rushed to come. Everyone turned their heads and ears, and they didn't know what was going on in the hall.

Hui Ling moved the Buddha beads, was about to step forward to find out, suddenly there was a loud noise, the Buddha statue collapsed, a burly figure rushed out of the hall, the body was as fast as thunder, Hui Ling did not allow others to make a mess of the sect, stood firm, pushed forward with both palms, and forcibly stopped the latter's forward momentum.

When the dust settled, I saw a monk standing in front of Hui Ling, who turned a deaf ear to Hui Ling's choking of his wrists, and just looked at the sky with empty eyes. The monks don't know who this person is, where he came from, and what happened, but after all, he destroyed the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and if he doesn't give an explanation, I'm afraid that he won't be able to die well today.

This burly monk just can't, with Fa Ming's death, there is no second person in the world to know his origin, he waited for Fa Ming in the secret room according to the agreement, and now three days have passed, Fa Ming has not yet appeared, so he escaped from the secret room. Can't be a monk since childhood to practice the Buddha door forbidden art, the Dharma is profound, but the forbidden art is very strong, if you can't suppress the internal force, you can't control the demonic nature in the body, so you destroyed the Buddha statue and the treasure hall in one fell swoop.

Hui Ling, as the new presiding officer of Jinguang Temple, could not allow others to disturb the pure land of Buddhism, King Kong looked angrily, and scolded: "Who is Your Excellency? Why are you doing anything wrong in this gate!"

The great monk didn't answer, but shook his head, as if trying to remember something, and suddenly put his head in his hands, and his face was painful. After a long while, he said, "Where is Monk Faming?"

The so-called for the Venerable, Hui Ling was furious: "You are a wild monk, dare to call the name of the ancestor!"

I can't raise my hand and flick it, Hui Ling actually staggered back!" "So, the old monk is dead? This thief is bald at me, what kind of demon is one foot high and one foot high, it's all, in this case, what kind of Buddha to become, the monk might as well go to the world." ”

At this time, everyone knew that this great monk seemed to know the former abbot. Hui Ling took a step forward, "Good monk, what kind of place are you in my Jinguang Temple, can you come and leave as you want? You damage the Buddha statue and insult the family teacher, how can the little monk let you leave this place alive!

I can't often learn martial arts with Fa Ming on weekdays, because I know the Golden Light Sutra very well, but I have a forbidden technique, but Hui Ling has never seen it, and he can't move like a mountain, but Hui Ling takes three steps back, and it is clear which is stronger and which is weak. Although I don't know the origin of this monk, under the blow, Hui Ling already knew that he was definitely not this person's opponent, and the disciples didn't need Hui Ling to speak, and consciously formed a demon subduing array, wanting to capture this uninvited guest in one fell swoop.

Can't be at this moment, although the brain is not very bright, but also know that this group of monks has to deal with themselves, shouted, the body swelled a little more, and when he raised the fan, he couldn't help but wave it with his iron palm, how could the disciples resist this thunderous momentum, and they were soon knocked to the ground, leaving only a few good hands such as Hui Ling Huifa still standing. Can't change the palm into a fist, the big fist of the bowl swung straight towards Huifa, the latter raised his arms to block, "click", Huifa's arms with good internal strength were broken in response!

Without Fa Ming's suppression, those who could have become enlightened monks could not become demons with one thought, and their divine power was terrifying!

A few days later, a news spread all over the country, an unknown monk destroyed the Jinguang Temple with his own strength, and even said that this person was the son of Faming, the words were conclusive, and the opinions were different, but no matter what, the reputation of the Jinguang Temple for a hundred years plummeted, and there was no shame and the other three factions stood side by side.