The Zen courtyard was originally extremely secluded, after the old monk left silently, the environment here was even more quiet, Zhang Yixian had no intention of enjoying the scenery here at the moment, got up from the stone futon sitting cross-legged, and then summoned the old Li who were standing at the door, and asked the direction of the old monk's departure, he also followed.

In the huge Buddhist temple, the old monk, as the best host here, not only did not feel embarrassed after discovering that he had stolen the incense, but also left him alone, which is unreasonable, Zhang Yixian felt in his heart that there must be something else in the Buddhist temple, and the old monk would leave in such a hurry.

Leaving the Zen courtyard and going back along the path he had just come, Zhang Yixian could feel that the Buddha's light that had originally permeated the entire temple had suddenly disappeared, and even the Bodhi tree planted in the courtyard had begun to wither.

Originally, Zhang Yixian also passed by this forest planted with a few Bodhi trees, and there was even a faint Buddha light flowing in the trunk, if you look at it from the sky above the entire White Dragon Temple, the planting of several Bodhi trees also seems to be extremely regular, just with the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the previous Zen temple formed a triangle.

"It should be a formation. Zhang Yixian noticed the difference after a careful inspection, and the ability of this formation should be aimed at some people who have reached a certain level of cultivation, just like when he wanted to enter the Daxiong Treasure Hall but was blocked by a layer of Buddha light.

And now that the old monk is gone, the withering of these Bodhi trees shows that something must have happened here.

Zhang Yixian took Lao Li and the two of them through the Bodhi Forest and walked forward quickly.

At the same time, in the middle of the Daxiong Hall of the White Dragon Temple, the old monk who had taken the lead in leaving before appeared here again.

He clasped his hands together, his eyes staring straight ahead, his eyes becoming sharp, and at the moment, his age seemed to be out of proportion to his appearance.

Directly in front of him, a middle-aged man dressed in white was standing in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with his hands behind his back, and beside him, a spear was plunged straight into the ground, just like his man.

The moment the old monk raised his head, his eyes were filled with a thick anger, because he saw a palm-sized golden prayer post deeply inlaid in the middle of the plaque in the middle of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which looked particularly conspicuous.

"I didn't expect you to come again. ”

"The pure land of Buddhism can't come?"

"Hmph! The Buddha is also angry, not to mention that I am only a mortal!"

The old monk didn't say much, the Buddha beads in his hand lit up with a rich Buddha light, and then with a speed that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, he hit the middle-aged man in white in front of him.

At the moment when the old monk made his move, a group of young monks suddenly appeared behind him, stacking three layers like stacking Arhats, no more, no less, exactly eighteen people.

"Hehe, Eighteen Arhat Formation. ”

A punch smashed the Buddha beads that the old monk hit, and the middle-aged man on the opposite side smiled softly, as if he didn't take the eighteen Arhat formations in his eyes at all.

The old monk missed the blow, and he was not angry in his heart, but gave up the battlefield, retreated to the side, and the eighteen Arhat array behind him attacked the middle-aged man in front of him, each holding a stick made of thin iron in his hand.

"Hah!"

The first young monk shouted, and the iron rod in his hand slammed towards the middle-aged man's Tianling gavel, and the rest of the people used the iron rod in their hands to greet him.

Perhaps because of the great strength, the surrounding leaves were driven by a gust of wind, and there was a whining sound in the middle.

Eighteen Arhat formations, eighteen Buddhist disciples with good cultivation attacked together, completely surrounding the middle-aged men in the field and taking turns to fight.

The mountain gate of the White Dragon Temple has been closed at this moment, and the pilgrims staying inside have all rushed towards the exit when they saw this.

Between the corridors and houses, there are monks with sticks in hand, but these are some ordinary people, who have no cultivation at all, and usually practice some horizontal exercises to strengthen the body, and it is also suitable to sweep the formation on the periphery.

Just when the eighteen Buddhist disciples formed a formation and attacked and defended the alliance, Zhang Yixian also brought Lao Li and the others to the field at the very time, and the monks around him did not stop Zhang Yixian from entering the field because of the old monk before.

As soon as he widened his vision, Zhang Yixian saw that every part of the body of the middle-aged man in white in the field was hit, and the whole person only had his hands to deal with it, and in the face of thirty-six palms, he did not use the weapon beside him.

Zhang Yixian's first feeling at this time was that this person was very arrogant, he didn't use weapons even if he had them, and his strength was also very strong, and those monks kept attacking him, but there was no effect.

At this moment, the situation in the field has changed a lot, at least three people in the eighteen Arhat formations were disabled by the middle-aged man in white, and the Arhat formation also had flaws.

When the seventh serious injury appeared in the Arhat array, the old monk stood aside and shook it, and then let out a loud shout, and the eighteen Arhat arrays faded to both sides.

"Why should the donor be aggressive!"

The old monk's face showed compassion, as if he couldn't bear it and was helpless.

"Let's talk about it, with you bald donkeys, what kind of reasoning!"

Seeing this, the old monk was not angry, but walked slowly towards the middle-aged man in white, slowly took off a large string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and chanted words in his mouth.

With the voices of all the monks in the field, the Buddha beads in front of the old monk dissipated little by little, turned into a Buddha seal in front of him, and then walked towards the middle-aged man in white without hurry.

After the formation of the Buddha seal, the old monk felt like he was seriously ill, not to mention his mental malaise, and even his steps began to be messy.

And the white-clothed middle-aged man on the opposite side no longer looked relaxed at this moment, but became dignified, and with his right hand, he lifted the spear of Zhangyu standing in front of the three, and his figure began to rise, trying to avoid the attack of this Buddha seal.

However, this Buddha seal is like a missile installed with navigation, no matter how the middle-aged man in white dodges, this Buddha seal always follows him, and the distance between the two is getting smaller and smaller.

Zhang Yixian was now outside the court, and he was fascinated by this scene, and the two guards didn't know what to say at the moment, since they arrived here, their mouths as big as eggs had never been closed.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man in white, seeing that the Buddha seal could not be shaken off, and he couldn't dodge, he had no intention of retreating, and the whole person returned to the field, his figure was bow-shaped, holding a spear, as if he was integrated with the earth below.

There was a loud "boom", and a huge wave of ash was set off in the field, and then the surrounding leaves were blown off.

After the gray waves dissipated, everyone saw the collision in the field, and a figure stood in the field, silent and silent.

Zhang Yixian only felt that something was blindfolding him, and when he pulled it off with his hand, he saw that it was a piece of white clothes, embroidered with a white lotus flower, lifelike.