"Amitabha, all the benefactors of the Yang family can come to the temple to offer incense, it really makes the temple shine, please inside!"

The presiding officer of Lingyin Temple, it seems that he has already received the novice report, welcomes out of the temple, personally accompanies the Yang family, and enters the Daxiong Hall of Lingyin Temple, and makes incense and vows.

Wang Chao and Land Rover and others, wandering in the Lingyin Temple with great interest, heard that there are warrior monks in the temple, and they are even more interested, and walk to the backyard of the temple, accompanied by the elders of the Lingyin Temple.

"Amitabha! Lord Yang, it's been a long time!"

After Yang Yi accompanied his parents to make incense, he was about to go out to have a look, when a burly middle-aged monk flashed out under the porch next to him, and bowed to him with a smile on his face.

Yang Yi frowned and looked at the great monk and said, "Are you Elder Zhizhen?"

"Lord Yang has a good memory, and he is a poor monk. ”

The great monk smiled and looked at Yang Yi with deep meaning.

"Do you remember that two years ago, the poor monk invited the donor to come to the temple to study?

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested." ”

He was about to walk away, but Zhizhen blocked the way, and still smiled: "The donor looks down on the Dharma protector Arhat of this temple?"

Yang Yi shook his head and smiled: "Yes, I really don't have much interest in the warrior monks of your temple. Don't you think that in your Lingyin Temple, someone can really take my punch?"

He really didn't look down on the warrior monks of Lingyin Temple, two years ago, when he was only a fifth-layer martial artist in the Body Refining Realm, he saw that the warrior monks of Lingyin Temple were vulnerable, and now that he was a martial artist of the Purple Mansion Realm, it was naturally impossible to look at it.

"If you don't talk to each other, how can the donor know that the Arhat of this temple can't take a punch from the donor?"

Elder Zhizhen was still smiling, but a layer of strange power fluctuations gradually spread out on his body, and many people around him changed color.

"Bold!"

When the guards of the Yang family saw that the monk of Lingyin Temple dared to use force in front of their young master, they were immediately furious, and they raised their guns and surrounded the great monk Zhizhen in the middle.

Zhizhen smiled and looked at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's face was different, and he waved his hand: "Stand down." ”

"Yes!" the guards dodged.

"I underestimated you before, it seems that Lingyin Temple does have something special. However, with your cultivation, you are not qualified to let me do it, since you want to learn, let your strongest people come out. ”

Yang Yi glanced at Zhizhen lightly and said.

Zhizhen was slightly stunned, then looked at Yang Yi in surprise, and said, "How about the donor please come to the backyard of this temple?"

"Lead the way. Yang Yi nodded.

"Yi'er, what's going on?" Yang Xuanlin walked out with his wife at this time, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene.

Yang Yi smiled: "It's okay, you go down the mountain to visit the temple fair, the child will come later." ”

The abbot of Lingyin Temple, Zhishan, followed out, glanced at Yang Yi and Zhizhen meaningfully, and said to Yang Xuanlin: "Amitabha, the two donors don't have to worry, it's just that there is a monk in this temple who wants to discuss the Tao with Ling Gongzi." ”

Yang Xuanlin and his wife frowned slightly, and when they saw Yang Yi nodding to them, their expressions were relieved.

Yang Yi took the guards and followed the great monk Zhizhen, all the way through the two courtyards, and came to the first courtyard at the back of the Lingyin Temple, and said, "Please!"

At this time, Wang Chao, Lu Hu and others were in the second courtyard, watching the warrior monks of Lingyin Temple perform martial arts, and after watching for a while, they suddenly lost interest.

"This kung fu is too commonplace, isn't it? I'm afraid that even the martial artists of the seventh or eighth layer of the body refining realm are not as good, let's go, there is nothing to look at. ”

"Hey, fifth brother, why are you here too?"

"The monk of Lingyin Temple, who has another director, is not good at martial arts, let's go and see it together. ”

Yang Yi beckoned to a few people.

Hearing Yang Yi say this, several people became interested again and followed.

The previous look of determination on the face of the great monk Zhizhen had disappeared, and was replaced by a solemn face.

"Amitabha, can the donor really see it?"

"How much stronger is the monk you presided over than you?"

Yang Yi smiled noncommittally and asked casually.

"Not comparable, not comparable. Zhizhen said with a look of awe.

"Monks love to pretend to be gods. Wang Chao pouted.

Zhizhen didn't argue, just led everyone into the third courtyard and came to a remote courtyard.

"Amitabha! Master Yuanfa, disciple Zhizhen asks to see. ”

Zhizhen came to the wooden door of the small courtyard, gently buckled the simple and old wooden door, and respectfully folded the door.

"What's the matter?" came an old voice.

Yang Yi's face moved slightly, and he looked at the small courtyard with a strange expression.

Zhizhen was just about to speak, when the wooden door of the small courtyard suddenly opened automatically, and a light wooden head poked out.

Wang Chao and the others, who were looking at the small courtyard curiously, saw the heads, and when they saw them, they were like ghosts, and their eyes widened in horror.

But I saw that a lifelike puppet, wearing the clothes of a little novice, walked out of the small courtyard, saluted everyone, and could still make a sound in his mouth.

"Donors, please come in. ”

"Damn, what is this? Am I right? The puppet can talk? What the hell!"

Several people rubbed their eyes vigorously and exclaimed in disbelief.

Zhizhen's face was colorful, and he looked at Yang Yi.

But after seeing Yang Yi take a deep look at the puppet, he suddenly smiled.

"Since the master has already come out, what does it make if he can't get in?"

"Amitabha, the donor is really a person with wisdom roots, and he has a relationship with my Buddha, why don't you practice with Lao Gao?"

The puppet's face showed a humanized expression, and he looked straight at Yang Yidao.

Hearing the words of the puppet, Yang Yi didn't speak, but Wu Yu on the side was anxious, and said angrily: "Where did the demon monk come from, he dared to use the demon law, demagoguery, see this girl break your demon law!"

As he spoke, Wu Yu stabbed the puppet with a sword.

Wu Yu is now a peak cultivator in the middle stage of the Blood Exchange Realm, and her swordsmanship cultivation is becoming more and more profound and subtle, and ordinary peak warriors in the late stage of the Blood Exchange Realm are not her opponents.

Her sword was as fast as lightning, and it stabbed in front of the puppet in an instant.

The puppet smiled faintly, and as soon as the wooden arm was raised, there was no other movement, but Wu Yu's sword stopped three feet away from him, and he could no longer move forward.

Even Wu Yu's people seemed to be imprisoned by some mysterious force and couldn't move.

Wu Yu was in a hurry and shouted, "Why don't you come and help me?"

Before Wang Chao and the others stepped forward, the puppet waved his hand, and Wu Yu's body retreated uncontrollably, until it retreated to Yang Yi, and then stopped.

"What kind of magic is this?

Wang Chao and the others looked at each other, staring at the puppet nervously, they just saw clearly, on the puppet's body, there was not the slightest fluctuation of innate blood qi, nor the fluctuation of true yuan.

This means that the power displayed by the puppet is definitely not the power of martial arts, but another strange and unpredictable means.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor's words are fallacious, this is a Buddhist supernatural power, not a witchcraft. ”

Zhizhen said proudly beside him.

"Buddhism?" several people looked at each other, obviously hearing such a statement for the first time.

"Yes, this is a true supernatural power, and it is similar to the magic of the Daomen. The little donors are practicing martial arts, and it is understandable that they don't know. ”

The puppet said with a proud smile.

"Pretending to be a god and playing a ghost, so it is mysterious. If it is really that powerful, why have we never seen any strange people with magical powers or spells on the rivers and lakes?" Wu Yu snorted coldly.

"Didn't the little benefactor see it now?" the puppet smiled faintly.

Wu Yudeng was speechless.

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