Haiyun Temple.

After being robbed continuously, the level of vigilance inside and outside the temple has undoubtedly become even more severe.

This made some people who intended to imitate Jingjie and some Lu Chi who refused to be named all suffer. Not only did they lose their lives, but their bodies were also hung outside the gate of Haiyun Temple.

The bodies were covered with big trees, and under the scorching sun, they turned into mummies.

It looks terrifying.

At this time, in the small town at the foot of the mountain, a man in a garment and a hat leaned against the shadow of the street, looking at the wanted order posted on the wall, and sighed.

"I am really wronged!"

Looking at the generous bounty on the wanted order, not to mention whether others were moved or not, even Jingjie himself wanted to report himself.

But the problem is, he is wronged!

He has never done anything about robbing Haiyun Temple or forcing Hujiazhuang!

"It must be that guy Lu Chi! I kindly gave him a secret method, but he was fine. Not only did he not remember my love, he even put such a big blame on me!"

Jingjie's heart was full of resentment.

If his strength had not declined significantly now, he would have gone to seek justice.

"Well, but Zu Cheng's ancestor is missing. So far, the temple has not agreed which ancestor to invite out of seclusion. This group of people is really a group of waste!"

A trace of mockery flashed through Jingjie's eyes.

After all, it is not a conflict between different factions.

With the complete decline of the Hinayana Pass, the struggle between the Mahayana Pass naturally became more and more intense.

They were afraid that the ancestors they invited were not their own faction, but were secretly suppressed. After all, it was easy to invite gods and sent them to the gods. Once they were invited, it was not so easy to send them back!

He even suspected that Zucheng's disappearance was probably related to these struggles.

"But, you fight, the more fierce the fight, the better. If you really invite a certain ancestor, how can I still benefit from it?"

"I didn't do it for so many abbots and abbots."

At the beginning, I was afraid that Zu Cheng was in the mountains. Since Zu Cheng was missing, Jingjie naturally decided to take the risk and return to the temple to do something big!

By then, he would also have the capital to make a comeback.

Night falls slowly.

Jingjie began to move, like a gecko, slowly climbing into the cliff behind Haiyun Temple.

From time to time, he pressed his ears against the mountain wall.

A faint golden light oozed out of his ears, allowing him to almost sense the movements and stills of the temple, including the sound of chanting scriptures, quarrels, boxing practices, and secret plots...

"I didn't expect that I lost the true seed of fate, but instead obtained the Tianer Power again! Sure enough, I am the one who has truly great luck!"

Jingjie jumped from the back mountain and jumped into the temple.

He tiptoed away from guard posts and headed towards a dusty temple.

And at this time.

Yang Fan's figure also appeared above Haiyun Temple.

The body of Emperor Yan Luo turned into the true form of the Dragon Wing Lord. A pair of huge bone wings swayed gently, and the whole person was suspended in the air, overlooking the entire Haiyun Temple.

Heavenly Eyes!

A pair of "卍" characters turned in their eyes, and Yang Fan quietly observed the situation in Haiyun Temple, and there was no level of power fluctuation of God's level!

However, there were two hidden auras on the back mountain that were about to move.

Two relic towers!

However, it is obvious that there is still some time before the real awakening.

"It seems I'm coming at the right time."

Without God, who can stop him?

Yang Fan slowly lowered his body and fell directly towards a temple in the temple.

In his senses, the breath here is deep and obscure, as if there is or there is nothing, but there is a Buddha who lives in the world practicing here.

He slowly covered the entire palace with his blessings, and then he stepped into the hall.

The furnishings in the hall are simple, and they look like the vicissitudes of time. They seem to have been unattended for a long time. There is even a thick layer of gray on the surface.

"The donor is visiting late at night, what advice can he have?"

A mute and old voice came from the hall, and a hunched figure slowly walked out of the inner hall.

He held a wooden snail stick in his shriveled hand, wearing a gray monk's robe, walking very slowly, with wrinkles on his face, looking like he was about to be idly.

Even though Yang Fan was very hostile to Haiyun Temple, he had to admit that the other party really looked away from the world.

Yang Fan smiled, flicked his sleeves, knocked out the dust on the chair, and sat down: "I didn't have any advice, I just came here to borrow something for the old monk."

"Please tell me if I have it, I will not agree."

Yang Fan was a little surprised when the old monk said this.

He said lightly: "What if I wanted your life!"

"If the donor wants my monk's life, then take it away."

The old monk sighed, and even showed a hint of relief on his face: "I can pass the donor before my death, which is also determined by my destiny."

Now, Yang Fan finally noticed something strange.

He sat upright slightly and looked at the old monk in scrutiny.

"You are different from the monks I have seen."

The old monk shook his head, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper: "There is nothing different, they are just poor people struggling in the world."

"Poor man?"

Yang Fan leaned on the back of the chair and sneered, "Is this a pitiful person to kill people, set fire, massacre cities and exterminate clans, plunder the people, and force good people to become prostitutes?"

This is what the monks of Haiyun Temple have done.

Even if the old monk in front of him did not take action personally, as the Buddha in the world, Yang Fan did not believe that the other party did not enjoy the bloody steamed bun.

"Those who cannot escape from this world are all poor people."

The old monk sighed, "As for what he does, everything will be retribution. Good will be rewarded, and evil will be rewarded. It is not that he will not be rewarded, but the time has not come. The donor is attached to the appearance!"

"I'm in the face?"

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes! The heaven and earth are revolving, all dharmas are empty, everything is a constant number of cause and effect! I have been revolving four times, and have been indignant and disappointed, but now I have realized it!"

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground calmly, and it passed away suddenly in a blink of an eye, and a satisfied smile oozed out from the corners of his mouth.

His words before his death echoed in the hall.

"Life and death have destiny, cause and effect are impermanent! This is God's will!"

"This body will be left to the donor! Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful!"

"sophistry!"

Yang Fan sneered and grabbed it out, but he captured the Buddha that the old monk was about to collapse.

Looking at the dead old monk, he sneered.

"Just because of you, the pedantic and hypocritical old monk, you want to mess up my mind before dying?"

"ridiculous!"

Whether it is the secular world, it is the fixed number of cause and effect!

Do those who were massacred and exterminated in the city should die?

They were killed by someone even though they were clearly living their own lives, and the murderer became a pitiful person?

Isn't it ridiculous!

It is said that everything is God's will, but it is just to attribute one's own sin to God's will!

Heaven is always alive, and it will not survive for Yao or die for Jie!

Where are there so many natural disasters, most of them are man-made disasters!

Natural disasters can be rescued, but man-made disasters cannot be prevented!

"It's ridiculous that you old monk, seem compassionate, but you are the coldest! The key is that you really feel that you are right..."

Yang Fan waved his hand and directly turned the old monk's body into colorful light.
Chapter completed!