"My lord, the last general understands some Tubo language, this monk is disgusted with our anger, and said to tell us to go back" A partial general walked out and looked at the monk with a bad eye.

This partial general is the young general who held the trapping immortal sword before, but seeing that this young man is about Chinese New Year's Eve years old, his whole body and blood have been baptized by the trapping immortal sword, as long as his heart is passable in the future, seeing that God is not bad is definitely not the end.

"This is one of the most powerful generals under the old man, called Luo Shixin," Zhang Xuluo introduced to Zhang Bairen.

Roshison?

Zhang Bairen suddenly became interested, and looked the young man up and down with a pair of eyes.

"I've seen the governor" Luo Shixin clasped his fists and saluted Zhang Bairen respectfully, and a look of envy flashed in his eyes. This kid is not as old as himself, but he is already in a high position, and he has won the trust of the Son of Heaven.

"Courteous!" Zhang Bairen replied with a salute and praised: "The general has a good vision, General Luo's body and blood are perfect, and he is not bad in sight, he only needs to understand his heart hard." ”

"Thank you all for your success," Luo Shixin said politely.

The kung fu of the two of them spoke, leaving the monk aside. Looking at the monk with an increasingly ugly face, Zhang Bairen looked at Luo Shixin: "In this case, what should you do?"

Luo Shixin smiled: "Beat him to death!"

"Whoosh!"

A strand of hair floated by, as fast as lightning across the neck of the Zhike monk, this Zhike monk is also a martial artist with easy bones, but he didn't even have a chance to react, and he would never have thought that Zhang Bairen would not hesitate to turn his face and kill people.

"Bang"

The head was rushed into the air by blood, and the body of the monk subconsciously stepped towards Zhang Bairen.

The sword wire turned again, and in an instant, the Zhike monk was unloaded into eight pieces and turned into a piece of meat.

"Where the horse is tread, it is all the territory of the Great Sui. This monk who knows whether he is alive or dead, and dares to intercept me?" Zhang Bairen smiled disdainfully, and directly drove the horse up the steps and walked towards the temple.

Luo Shixin on the side was stunned, he didn't expect Zhang Bairen to talk and laugh and kill, he couldn't compare with such a heart.

"The donor kills people in my temple, but he doesn't look at my Falan Temple too much" The sound in the temple is like a big drum, deafening.

The soldiers behind Zhang Bairen were in a disorder of qi and blood, and they actually lost their breath and squatted on the ground with a pale face.

"The lion of the Buddha roars!" said Zhang.

"You wait below, I'll go in with the general" Looking at the Dao Dao Yang God crossing the sky, knowing that it was the master of the gate valve family, he glanced at Zhang Xu Huo, and the two got off their horses and slowly walked towards the Falan Temple.

The vermilion gate is five meters high, and it is neatly inlaid with golden rivets.

Each rivet has been refined by incense and blessed by Taoists, and has been turned into a magic weapon.

This gate alone can keep most of the world's masters out.

At this time, the vermilion gate was closed, and more than a dozen Yang God phantoms were constantly wandering, thinking about how to break the door.

Zhang Bairen looked at Zhang Xuluo, Zhang Xuluo smiled, and actually lifted the thousand-pound stone lion in front of the Falan Temple, and threw it towards the gate and slammed it away.

"Bang dang!"

The dust shook and the doors shook, but there was no sign of them opening.

"Formation" Zhang Xuluo stopped: "The rivets on the gate are formations, and General Ben still doesn't do this thankless thing." I didn't expect this Falan Temple to have such a ability, if it can be inherited, plundered its heritage, and the future is hopeful!"

Zhang Bairen looked at the people of the gate valve family on the side: "Do you have a way to break the formation?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, gathering together to distinguish themselves from Zhang Bairen, and they didn't want to be together at all.

"Count you ruthless!" his gaze moved away from the body of the Daoist, Zhang Bairen looked at the gate, he had many ways to break the gate, and the four swords of the Immortal were too overkill. Jin Jian is also overkill, and when I think about it, only the Sanyang Golden Crow Dafa and Jumang's true body are suitable.

Sanyang Golden Crow Dafa Now that the ten Golden Crows are sleeping in the Sun Star, can they be mobilized or not, so as not to cause any unpredictable mistakes. Thinking about it, the only thing that can be mobilized at the moment is actually the way of Jumang's real body.

But seeing a touch of clear air around his body, a delicate finger like white jade slowly pointed out and landed on the door.

Jumang's life flowed, only to see a slight fluctuation of the gate, but the old tree in spring, actually began to take root again, the rivets on the door were squeezed out little by little by the rooting gate.

The gate takes root and repeats life.

"Don't make way for the deity quickly," Zhang Bairen said indifferently.

The branches of the large tree twisted, revealing a small door that could be passed through by one person.

"Whoosh!"

On the other hand, although the people of the gate valve family were frightened of Zhang Bairen's supernatural powers, their movements were not slow, and they had already entered the temple first.

Zhang Bairen didn't care about everyone's preemption, the door was in his own hands, these people got the benefits but couldn't get out, didn't they want to hand over the benefits obediently?

Unhurriedly walked into the gate, but saw that all the monks in the Falan Temple were already waiting for a battle, and opened a formation outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The first was the one hundred and eight Heavenly Gang Demon Array. After the Demon Suppression Array, there was an eighteen bronze array.

The abbot of the Falan Temple led several juniors and disciples to stand in front of the one hundred and eight demon arrays, without sorrow or joy, their eyes were full of indifference, and they seemed to be beyond life and death.

"Amitabha!" the abbot said with a Buddha name, and what he said was actually the pure Han language of the Central Plains.

"The donors forcibly invaded my Falan Temple for no reason, I don't know what happened? Falan Temple is transcendent, not stained with red dust, and please don't mess with this Buddhist Pure Land" The monk's beard turned white and hung down to his chest.

"It is said that there is an ancient Buddhist scripture supreme void mudra in Falan Temple, we will ask for a look!" The eyes of the Yang God Ancestor of the Wang family were full of fanaticism, and his words revealed the will of the heavens and the earth.

"Amitabha, the true scriptures are priceless, and the Dharma is not passed on lightly! The donor wants to watch the inheritance of the ancient Buddha in my Falan Temple, and he still needs to take out the equivalent treasures to obtain the true scriptures, and it is said that the heavenly book of the Southern Heavenly Master is good!" The abbot was unhurried and did not see the slightest anger.

"Monk, you are looking for death! You have to figure out the current situation, now that the imperial army is pressing, as long as the Fran Temple is turned into ruins with an order, it is only a thought, you still dare to talk to me about the conditions" The eyes of the ancestor of the Wang family were full of murderous intent.

"Joke! When will you and other people outside the party be able to represent the orthodoxy of the imperial court! My imperial army is the division of the Heavenly Empire, how can you do something to break the door? Where did you come from, and you dare to talk nonsense in front of the governor of Bentu, can the governor of Bendu not remember how you and others are involved with the imperial court?" Before the abbot could speak, Zhang Bairen directly scolded beside him.

This is a crackling slap in the face! The old ancestor of the Wang family, Yang Shen, trembled slightly, and shouted with all his strength: "Zhang! Bai! Ren!"

"Great monk, such an evil crooked way actually dares to be presumptuous in the territory of Buddhism, how can the great monk tolerate such an evil crooked way? Don't you quickly accept it?" Zhang Bairen looked at the abbot of the Falan Temple.

Looking at the infighting among this group of people, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the abbot of the Falan Temple, and he saluted Zhang Bairen respectfully: "What the governor taught is that the monk will take action to subdue the demon!"

Speaking of this, he saw the abbot looking at the five Yang God masters of the gate valve family: "Since you covet the true Buddha mudra of my Falan Temple, the monk is not a stingy person, as long as you can escape from the monk's hands, the true Buddha mudra monk will offer it with both hands." ”

After speaking, he didn't give the five people a chance to speak, only to see their right hand stretched out, the void seemed to collapse, and the heavens and the earth shrank under this palm. The space was constantly distorting, and I saw that the five Yang God True Beings were actually grasped in their palms and imprisoned in their palms. No matter how many miles his thoughts move, he can't escape from every square inch.

Looking at the five powerhouses flying in the palms of Monk Fran, Zhang Bairen and Zhang Xu were both dumbfounded.

This is the Mahamudra of the Ancient Buddha?

The governor smiled, "The monk of the Fran Temple bowed.

Zhang Bairen and Zhang Xuluo glanced at each other, it seemed that this monk was not easy to mess with.

"Since the monk has arrested five people, let's reincarnate them superbly" Zhang Bairen's face did not change his face, he had Jin Jian in his hand, and he was not afraid of this monk's means.

Monk Fa Ming Ji Shou: "This statement is right, and the monk will definitely surpass him in the future." ”

"Seeing your Void True Buddha Mahamudra, the Governor of Pontus is quite curious, and wants to ask for a look, I don't know what the monk wants?" Zhang Bairen looked at the monk of the Fran Temple with a smile.