Wang Lin followed Wuyan all the way forward, passing by the small square behind the door, and then going further to the lobby.

There were not many monks passing by along the way, and many people saw Wuyan and Wang Lin with strange eyes, and they were all curious about why these two people were able to come in without being informed.

And some people who had seen Wuyan before would respectfully salute and then slow down, and wait until Wuyan and Wang Lin walked to the front before they followed again.

This caused the people who went to the lobby to be divided into two waves, those who didn't know Wuyan at the beginning went to the front, and those who didn't know each other in the back automatically fell a few steps behind Wuyan.

Due to the large difference in the distance between the two waves of people in front and back, the people inside also knew the situation outside. Before they could reach the lobby, the people inside had already come out to greet them.

The first one was an old man with a wrinkled face, dressed in a pale red and white robe, with occasional loopholes, but very clean. A dragon's head crutch was coiled smoothly, like the Buddhist beads that he was constantly counting in his other hand.

"You're back. The old monk's voice was already old and weak, but his eyes were shining brightly, and his excitement was indescribable.

"Well, I'm coming. Wuyan saw that he was looking in front of him, and his voice trembled slightly.

This old man is the presiding officer of Langa Temple, and he has been in office for thirty years.

When the monks saw the presiding officer in such a shape, their curiosity about Wuyan became even more serious.

"Where is this master from, and why does the host respect him so much?" finally someone discussed in a low voice.

"Because this is his home, too. Someone in the know replied in a low voice.

The people in the vicinity who heard this answer were silent, mainly because many of them had never seen a faceless. No one even mentions the legend.

Wuyan doesn't come to Langa Temple often, and it's been almost forty years since he last came back.

"He looks so much younger than the host......"

"Seeing may not be believing, presiding over him, there are still more than ten generations behind!"

All the monks were whispering, even if they were all paying attention to the tone, they were still so clear in the ears of the host and Wuyan.

"I'm sorry for you, every time you come back, the juniors don't know you anymore. The host was full of helplessness and apologized.

"It's because I'm sorry for you, if I had ...... at the beginning," Wuyan said halfway through and only sighed and shook his head, many things can be said without wanting to say.

"It's the same tonight, and it's not convenient to talk about it. Your room is still for you, and it's been cleaned every day for 40 years. Haihui presided over the soft voice, glanced at the monks, and said helplessly.

"It's okay, you arrange things first. I'll come to see you tomorrow. Wuyan nodded.

"No, no, I'll come to see you tomorrow. Wuyan said this, but Haihui didn't dare to do so, and immediately refused.

"Wu'en, take the patriarch to the Buddha Hall. Hai Hui instructed a young monk behind him.

"It's the one you clean every day. He finally admonished.

Before Wu Eun could ask, Hae Hui told him the address. Wu En came to Wuyan and Wang Lin and glanced at him curiously, and after saluting, he said respectfully: "Ancestor...... Patriarch, come with me. ”

Like Wu Jiao, Wu En is the latest generation of disciples, and it has only been five years since he entered the temple. I had never heard of the legend of shamelessness, and suddenly an ancestor came, and it was difficult to accept it in my heart for a while.

"Uh-huh, I'm tired. Shameless smiled and nodded in thanks.

After Wuyan and Wang Lin followed Wuen away, Haihui's happy face was still there. "Come in. Haihui turned around and led the monks into the lobby.

The lobby is large, with a huge stone statue of Buddha in the center, and in front of the statue is a table for worship, on which are lit nine lanterns.

Haihui sat on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, and the Qiyu monk sat down in a circle around the Buddha statue, and when a hundred or so people sat down, the Buddha statue flashed, and the room suddenly became hazy, the space gathered and changed, and the monks did not move, but it looked like they were being randomly arranged by a pair of big hands.

By the time everything was clear, the walls of the house were no longer visible, and only a huge stone statue of the Buddha was left where the monks were. Hai Hui sat in front of the statue, while the rest of the monks sat in front of Hai Hui.

The sky and the earth are bright, and the temperature is as good as a summer afternoon, and the sun is shining.

However, none of the monks made a sound of exclamation, and it was obvious that they had all experienced this kind of scene. One by one, they looked at Hai Hui intently, waiting for his instructions.

"You have also felt the loosening of the seal recently, right?" Hai Hui said in a solemn tone, looking around ahead.

"Presiding, there are often things like loose seals, is there anything special about this time?" asked the monk below.

Every five to ten years, the Langa Temple cleans the demons in the seal, and the seal often loosens during the interval. At the beginning, the generations were very nervous every time the seal was loosened, for fear that the demon clan would break the seal in one fell swoop and bring disaster to the world.

Now people are used to it, almost the seal is loosened, and then it is enough to reinforce.

"In my induction, this time the seal was loosened and a wisp of demonic energy escaped, and when Wu Jiao was by his side, I asked Wu Jiao to investigate. Later, the fawn volunteered to help, and now they have returned. Let him tell us about the situation. Haihui gestured to Wujiao after speaking.

Wu Jiao, who was not far from Hai Hui, stood up and saluted Hai Hui and the many monks below respectively, and said with deep palpitations: "Originally, I thought it was just an ordinary wisp of demonic qi overflowing, but I just wanted to purify it so as not to cause bad consequences." But it's not that simple. ”

The monks below showed doubts in their eyes, with the strength of the realm of the monk of Wujiao and the existence of the five-colored spirit deer heavenly demon realm, even a demon clan could easily get it if he escaped, how could he be frightened by a wisp of demonic energy.

"That wisp of demonic energy is like wisdom, and it seems to know that I am following it from the beginning. Just as I was casting the Golden Light Spell to purify it, it suddenly merged with the rats that had been in the grass. The rat became as big as an earth dragon and much more powerful than me. ”

"I knew what was going on after the first blow, but it was too late to escape. ”

"Only the border defense and retreat, at the edge of the Houshui River still lost its combat effectiveness. Fortunately, Master Lu arrived in time, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to come back this time......" After Wu Jiao finished speaking, he saw many senior brothers looking at him, and he didn't look like he was injured.

"Then it was Master Lu who suppressed that wisp of demonic energy?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know about this, but after I woke up, I was with the master and the younger brother just now. According to the junior brother, I was rescued by them. As for whether the demonic qi was suppressed by Master Lu, I didn't see it. Wu Jiao's eyes wandered, pretending to be calm, he would never say that he had ridden the deer master.

"Ahem...... Wu Jiao, that one will be called Shizu in the future, as for that little brother, let's wait until tomorrow to understand the relationship between him and Shizu. Hai Hui hurriedly interrupted Wu Jiao's words, Wu Jiao had never seen Wuyan, and he had missed the discussion of everyone outside the lobby just now.

"Then why haven't I seen it......" Wujiao muttered quietly.

"He's also a literate. Haihui's voice was majestic and solemn.

"Presiding, the disciple knows that he is wrong. Wu Jiao was surprised, he didn't expect to meet such a powerful character, he was surprised in his heart, and he was even more excited.

"Xiaolu has already told me that the demon disaster was solved by the ancestor, and Xiaolu's strength is still not worth mentioning in front of him. Hai Hui said.

"Host, that demonic qi is the Demon God Blood Dove!" Wu Jiao finally remembered this, and he almost forgot about it when he was talking about it before.

The monks shook for a moment, and Hai Hui's eyes also flashed. There is already a demon god born!

The five-colored spirit deer didn't mention this when he told Hai Hui before, mainly because when Wuyan appeared, the five-colored spirit deer's mind instantly relaxed, causing it to lose its mind for a long time, and just missed the conversation between Wuyan and the demon god blood dove!