"You just said, whose grandfather are you?" Tang Yuan's voice sounded in the ears of the scar man.

"Lao Tzu is your grandfather!" The man with the scar saw that Tang Yuan was just a young monk, and immediately said angrily.

"If you dare to provoke our Heavenly Sword Gate, I will hack you to death today, this little bald donkey!" The rest of the cross-knife men pulled out their big knives one after another and said fiercely to Tang Yuan.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" The monks of the Pure Land Temple saw that the big men who crossed the sword were really angry, and they hurriedly ran to the middle of Tang Yuan and the big men in fright, and kept shaking their hands and said to the big men with fierce faces, "We don't want any food, it's all yours, please don't kill." The Buddha said,

"Get out!" the man with the scar kicked on the stomach of the talking monk and kicked him far away, "Lao Tzu will kill today!"

Tang Yuan shook his head, what did this group of monks of the Pure Land Temple say about the Buddha in front of the angry men, isn't that looking for a fight? However, Tang Yuan's feeling about the Pure Land Temple was a little better, just because they saw that Tang Yuan was also a monk just now, so they came to defend it.

"Little bald donkey, Lao Tzu won't kill you," the scar man waved at Tang Yuan with a long knife in his hand, "just abolish one of your arms and let you know the price of being a leader in the martial arts!"

Tang Yuan's facial expression, looking at the oncoming long knife did not retreat but advanced, his arm stretched out his right hand and took the initiative to meet it.

"Ah," the monks of the Pure Land Temple saw that the long knife with hissing strength touched Tang Yuan's right hand, and they all turned their heads away, not wanting to see the scene of Tang Yuan being chopped down in the next moment.

"Dare to take the initiative to catch up," the man with the scar didn't expect Tang Yuan to take the initiative to reach out to meet the long knife, and suddenly his face showed that the internal strength infused by the long knife was even stronger.

'Bell'!

To everyone's surprise, Tang Yuan's right hand was not cut off by the long knife, but instead grabbed the long knife tightly. The moment I grabbed it, there was a sound of gold and stone clashing.

"This, this is impossible!" The man with the scar was dumbfounded, he was a tenth-layer martial artist with internal strength! Although the knife just now did not use all his strength, it also used seven or eight points, but it was easily caught, and looking at the indifferent appearance of the young monk, people must have spare strength!

The rest of the big men who crossed the knife didn't pay attention to Tang Yuan's situation at the moment when the scar man swung the knife. In their opinion, their boss was a tenth-level martial artist with internal strength, and he didn't cut the young monk to pieces with a single swing of his sword? The big men talked and laughed, and they were completely uninterested in the situation that was already a foregone conclusion.

It wasn't until the sound of gold and stone striking came that the big men were shocked to find that their boss's long knife was actually caught in the hand of the young monk! Looking at the fluctuating gray internal strength on the long knife and knife, the big men knew that the scarred man was not careless, and he did not keep his hand.

But it was easily caught by others like this? The big men looked at their boss and wanted to pull the long knife out of Tang Yuan's hand, but the knife didn't move at all, as if it was fixed there. The big men stopped laughing, looked at the sweaty man with the scar blankly, and then looked at Tang Yuan, who had an indifferent face, and forgot to step forward to help for a while.

Time seemed to stand still, no one spoke anymore, the silence of the whole venue was terrifying, and everyone looked at Tang Yuan's right hand holding the blade in amazement.

The monks of the Pure Land Temple, who turned their backs and didn't dare to look at the miserable scene, did not hear the screams of Tang Yuan when his arm was cut off, nor did they hear the smug voice of the scar man. At that moment, when they slowly turned their heads, they saw the dumbfounded big men, and the monks of the Pure Land Temple were puzzled, what happened to make this group of tyrannical big men so shocked.

As soon as they turned their heads, the monks saw the scene of Tang Yuan grabbing the blade with his bare hands. Looking at the man with the scar who was blushing because of embarrassment and Tang Yuan, who was wearing a white Buddha robe and was somewhat holy, the monks of the Pure Land Temple were also shocked.

"Hmph. Tang Yuan snorted coldly, breaking the silence.

The golden true qi in his hand poured into the body of the long knife, and although the long knife of the scar man was made of stainless steel, it still couldn't withstand the innate true qi. When the true qi reached a certain level, the blade could no longer be maintained, and it burst open with a 'click', turning into pieces of diamond-shaped blades and shooting out in all directions.

Under the control of Tang Yuan's true qi, all those blades flew towards the big men who crossed the knife, and the big men couldn't dodge and were hit one after another, and the blood from the blades that were shot away flowed like an infusion.

Tang Yuan slowly withdrew his right hand glowing with golden true qi, these blades would not hurt people's lives, even if it was a lesson for such a Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Innate, innate Buddha cultivation!" The scar man looked at Tang Yuan in horror, just now Tang Yuan's golden true qi was seen by him, and the scar man was immediately frightened.

What he was frightened about was not that Tang Yuan was an innate Buddha cultivator, but that Tang Yuan had already cultivated to the innate realm at such a young age, so how terrifying would it be when Tang Yuan grew up?

What's more, when did the northwest region have another innate Buddhist cultivator? And he was still so young! Could it be that he had provoked some great sect of Buddhism, the scarred man's heart was pounding in shock.

"The monks are merciful, you don't want to leave quickly!" Tang Yuan's voice reverberated in this clearing under the blessing of true qi.

"Yes, yes!" the scarred man reacted, this is because they don't want to make a big deal out of it, and let them go. Immediately, the man with the scar bowed to Tang Yuan and said,

"Buddha, let's go and leave immediately! Thank you Buddha for your compassion!"

Watching the scarred man leave with his men and horses, the monks of the Pure Land Temple laughed. Think about the arrogance of this group of people at the beginning, and look at the way they are now slipping away with their tails between their legs.

What a hate!

The man with the scar who left heard the laughter of the monks of the Pure Land Temple, and his back suddenly paused Obviously, he heard the laughter, but so what, people have innate Buddha cultivators, even if they laugh at you, you have to listen. The next moment, the man with the scar was the same as no one, but he walked faster.

"This little master, I don't know where he came from, what is the name of the law?" asked the leading monk of the Pure Land Temple with his hands folded to Tang Yuan. He originally wanted to say 'little master', but people are already congenital Buddha cultivators, how can they still call people 'little master'.

But calling Tang Yuan a master, the monks of the Pure Land Temple felt too awkward. The reason is very simple, Tang Yuan is too young, young is not as young as young is too much. The monks of the Pure Land Temple shouted to Tang Yuan for master, just like ordinary people shouted for grandpa to their peers.

"The poor monk's name is Sanzang, from Leiyin Temple in Cangwu County, and he is the residence of Leiyin Temple..."

"It's the temple master of Leiyin Temple!" Before the 'abbot' in Tang Yuan's mouth could be spoken, he was interrupted by Wu Zhen.

"Temple Master?" The eyes of the monks of the Pure Land Temple widened, and they finally realized that Tang Yuan was wearing a moon-white monk's robe. White Buddha robes... It is true that only the temple master can wear it.

"It turns out that you are still the master of Leiyin Temple, and the poor monk was rude just now. "Even though I haven't heard of this Buddhist temple, the lead monk of Jodoji Temple is very polite.

"Everyone is a Buddhist disciple under the Buddha's seat, you are polite. Tang Yuandao. Then introduce Sihai and Nie Feng to them.

"Wuzhen, why did you interrupt me just now?" Tang Yuan asked as he watched the monks of the Pure Land Temple salute them from the four seas.

"Master, you can't use the title of abbot anymore. Wu Zhen was a little stern and said, "The abbot is the title of a monk who has cultivated the Five Tricks Relic, and you..."

Before Wu Zhen's words were finished, Tang Yuan understood, no one in that small place in Cangwu County knew the meaning of the title of abbot, so it didn't hurt to use it. But now I am about to participate in the martial arts meeting, and all the people I meet are people in the martial arts, who must have knowledge, and you can't use a title that doesn't match your own cultivation in the martial arts, otherwise you will be the public enemy of the martial arts, which is recognized by everyone.

Tang Yuan was not very interested in the title of abbot, so if he couldn't use it, he couldn't use it, and he didn't lose anything.

When I was about to communicate with the monks of the Pure Land Temple and ask about the situation of the Pure Land Temple, a majestic Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the distance.

The golden Buddha light lit up from a distance, and a figure flew in with golden true qi, Tang Yuan couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Another innate Buddha cultivator.

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