The monks left behind in the Uchi Temple are all two or three big cats and kittens, and they do not have much strength.

Faced with the intimidation of Jiang Sheng and Pokémon, the monks' hands trembled and did not dare to take out the elf ball in their arms.

He didn't dare to speak out or step out to stop Jiang Sheng, like a group of quails shrank their necks.

The Abbot Monster slowly moved forward, and the scarlet bifurcated snake head kept shaking at his mouth.

The cold eyes glanced at the monks blocking the way, as if they were considering who to vent their mouths first.

The young monks fought with each other, their faces pale.

The middle-aged monks had a little more concentration, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the Uncle Monster. They sweated coldly in their temples.

The Uncle Monster continued to move forward and wanted to give his trainer a way, and the blood-colored smile on his chest and abdomen was about to be pressed on the old monk's face.

The old monk finally couldn't help it, took a step back, and issued an order to the monk behind him.

"Give it a debut!"

The monks scattered to both sides, and the old monk retreated to the team on the right.

Uncle strangely showed a hint of pride in his cold snake eyes, and he shook his body and continued to move forward to make Jiang Shengkai's way.

The temple gate is majestic and about three meters high. Uncle Monster can still crawl through the temple gate with a little bent down.

But when Uncle Ahn arrived in front of the temple, Jiang Sheng suddenly called it.

"Uncle monster, be careful on the top of your head!"

The Uncle Monster was stunned at first, then his eyes turned and understood immediately. When he moved forward, he slightly raised his head and hit the apricot yellow wall that was facing the door frame.

His forehead hurt, and the unman's eyes showed anger.

Back a little and looked up, it found an atmospheric plaque hanging on the wall.

Let me pay attention to this thing?

With a conspiracy in his heart, Uncle Monster's eyes became even more angry. He stretched his neck and opened his mouth to bite the corner of the plaque, and took it off.

"No! Your slogan..."

Before the old host could say everything, he was locked by Ah Bo's cold eyes, and he was so scared that he stopped his voice.

The monks who were indignant on both sides were scanned by the cold gaze of the Uncle Monster, as if they had been poured with a basin of cold water. All the thoughts in their minds were gone and blank.

This is the evil snake that is grinding!

The anger in the eyes of the Uncle Monster did not dissipate. His teeth bit the plaque tightly and retreated to the open space beside him. The snake body wrapped the plaque, as if venting his anger at the plaque.

The old host's eyebrows were pounding, his face was anxious, but he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so he could only turn to Jiang Sheng for help.

"Donor, please help me persuade the Uncle Monster. Please show mercy. That is the face of this temple and cannot be missed!"

Jiang Sheng glanced at Uncle Weird and scolded:

"You moody guy, haven't you heard what the host says? Change your lifeline to others."

"Ha ha…"

Qian Yilong, who was standing by, suddenly thought of something and burst into laughter.

After a few sounds, he realized something was wrong again, and his face instantly turned into a serious look, holding his smile in his arms.

"Well...I'm professionally trained."

He murmured in a low voice.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold back his smile. He could only tremble and make a sound like a pig's scream.

"Hmph...huhhh..."

The smart Uncle Monster vaguely understood what Qian Yilong was laughing at, and the plaque in his mouth suddenly became less fragrant.

The eyes staring at Qian Yilong gradually became dangerous, the snake's body became tighter and tighter, and the wooden plaque seemed to make a crisp sound that was overwhelmed.

The old host's chest was fluctuating violently. I don't know if he was worried about the plaque or was angry with Qian Yilong, but it was more likely that there were both.

"Donor, please give me some advice!"

This sentence seemed to be squeezed out from the old host's teeth.

Jiang Sheng looked helpless and spread his hands.

"This... is so ashamed. I just conquered Uncle. It didn't listen to me very much. Did you achieve a counterproductive effect after you spoke just now?

By the way, Ah Bo is very worried about the moon Ibrahimovic half a month ago. If you can tell it who the owner of the moon Ibrahimovic is, it might release the plaque."

Uncle nodded in agreement.

"Hmph...huhhh..."

The sound of a pig cries sounded again, and Jiang Sheng kicked Qian Yilong aside with disgust.

After getting along for a long time, Jiang Sheng felt very sorry. Why does a good seedling from a dragon trainer seem to have a bad head?

I heard that he dropped out of high school, probably because he studied less.

The old monk frowned, closed his eyes and said nothing, put his right hand on his chest and twisted Buddhist beads, chanting scriptures silently in his mouth, suppressing his emotions.

To be honest, although Jiang Sheng had a bad impression of Kujiao Temple, he also admired the old monk very much.

For an irrelevant person, a tiny incense money will be kept to this level.

If that's the case, then go a little bit too far.

"Let's go into the temple!"

The big needle bee wings were lit up and flew into the temple gate first to enter the yard.

Geng Gui was not here, and Ada stood with Jiang Sheng as an alternate bodyguard, following the big needle bee.

Qian Yilong walked with Wu Xiaozhang to help take care of Tao Zhong.

It's time for his customized Tao Zhong to show off his skills.

Entering the spacious courtyard, Jiang Sheng first set his sights on the flying hip-mounted bell tower on the right side of the courtyard.

There is a bronze bell with a height of 1.5 meters high in the bell tower. There is a fisherman carved into a dragon head at the top and an eight-leaf lotus-shaped squat at the bottom.

This is a very traditional bronze bell on which Jiang Sheng felt the breath of ancient energy.

He looked back at the pottery bell he prepared. It was no different in size from the bronze bell in the temple, and it could be seamlessly connected later.

Good life, reward!

Jiang Sheng cast admiring eyes at Qian Yilong.

Qian Yilong smiled humbly, his hands were more brisk, and he took the five little ones to the bell tower.

Jiang Sheng released the rest of King Nido and asked him to help.

It has a pair of Qilin arms and can also know the power of mind. Changing the clock always tells it that it is a trivial matter.

The monks also followed into the courtyard. When they saw the huge figure of King Nido, the monks' faces finally changed, their eyes wandering between the bronze bell and the pottery bell, and their faces turned red.

A monk called the presidency in a low voice, but the presidency kept reciting scriptures in a low voice.

"Old monk, the decision is in your hands. We shouldn't be so tense. Now this scene is all done by you."

Jiang Sheng looked at the monks behind the old host again and began to separate and divide them.

"Now, as long as any of you can tell me who borrowed the King of Genggui half a month ago, I immediately asked King Nido to stop and no longer ask for compensation and go down the mountain."

You can do not have any compensation, but I can’t take a few of the decaying old items in the temple, right?

Being a villain is really easy!

The monks became turbulent, looked at each other with anxious expressions, and then secretly looked at the old host in front of them, one by one but stopped talking.

They knew very little about lending Pokémon, and they were all planned by the old host and the senior officials of the temple.

Therefore, although they have the will to save the temple, they have the will but lack the strength.

Several middle-aged monks looked at each other and wanted to give their opinions to the old host.

But the old host seemed to have already responded and chanted "Amitabha" loudly, which suppressed everyone's thoughts.

Jiang Sheng snorted coldly, said nothing, and walked towards the hall.

The old host quickly led the monks to follow.

They all decided in their hearts that if Jiang Sheng dared to defile the Buddha's statue, they would stop it even if they fought to the point of blood.

The main hall is majestic, with vermilion plaques hanging on it and large gold-plated characters written on it, and its name is "Mahara Temple".

It looks very gimmick, but according to birthmark detection, there is no ancient energy in this plaque, and it should be a modern product.

In addition to the magnificent building in front of us, it should be a modern product and is far less valuable than the Fengtian Imperial Palace.

There are eighteen Arhats on both sides of the hall, and a towering Buddha is in the center. There are two statues of monks standing beside him.

Jiang Sheng had no faith, so he did not know the specific identity of the Buddha statue. He only knew that every Buddha statue had the breath of ancient energy.

The moment he entered the hall, Ada's eyes shone, and he looked at everything around with his stingy eyebrows, like a mouse falling into a rice jar.
To be continued...