Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

Everyone was stunned, watching helplessly as the plaque symbolizing the Hanging Temple was kicked to pieces by the young man of unknown origin. Ridiculous thoughts emerged in their hearts, and they almost thought they were dreaming.

"Who is this man? How dare you come to Xuankong Temple to look for trouble?" The eldest prince looked stunned, then said angrily.

"Brother, please don't be impulsive. We'd better wait and see what happens." The second prince said nervously.

Not to mention that the other party dared to break into Xuankong Temple blatantly, just kicking the spiritual weapon-level plaque into pieces was enough to prove how terrifying his strength was.

Let me ask, there is no mana fluctuation in the whole process. With just the pure body and strength, you can directly kick the spiritual weapon to pieces. How many monks can do this? I’m afraid I can’t even achieve the Mahayana realm!

"Where did this evil come from! How dare you break into the Hanging Temple in broad daylight!"

Countless angry shouts came from the temple, and the densely packed figures of monks in black robes came rushing towards them, all glaring angrily, their eyes almost bursting with anger.

Under the sunlight, the bald heads were like braised eggs, glowing with a bright halo.

"Whoever dares to move forward will die!"

Li Wujie's cold voice sounded.

Swish!

The sharp sword energy disappeared in an instant, leaving a deep ravine on the ground in front. On this ravine, the domineering sword energy remained, isolating the monks like a natural chasm.

Feeling the terrifying power of this knife, the monks were frightened, their faces turned pale, and they did not dare to act rashly.

"Huh!" Li Wujie had a sneer on his lips.

"What a strong sword spirit. This person is already at the forefront of the sword path. He is definitely not an ordinary person in the Eastern Region!"

"Wait a minute, do you feel that they feel inexplicably familiar to people, as if they have heard of them somewhere?"

"My dear friend, when you say this, I feel the same way!"

The crowd whispered.

The abbot sitting on the lotus platform had a flash of cold light in his eyes.

He has never seen such an arrogant person in his life! How dare you do such a bad act in Xuankong Temple!

But today is a very special day. There are Zen practitioners from all over the world gathered here. The more at this juncture, the more calm he must be in his capacity.

"Amitabha~"

The abbot's face was neither sad nor happy, and he said calmly: "I have offended several donors in Xuankong Temple. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer. Otherwise, you will stay forever and repent to the Buddha for what you have done."

Faced with this situation, the leader of Xuankong Temple not only did not lose his temper, but instead had a calm expression on his face, maintaining the demeanor of an eminent Buddhist monk. This made everyone unable to help but admire him.

Look, this is the pattern!

Ye Junlin sneered: "Pretend, keep pretending, you bald donkeys from Xuankong Temple are all so good at acting, right?"

Hearing this, the monks were furious and very angry at the disrespectful words and deeds of the NPC.

The abbot said calmly: "This benefactor seems to have a deep misunderstanding of our Xuankong Temple, but no matter what, everything in this world is based on the same principle. Today I opened a Dharma altar to teach Buddhism, but you guys came in for no reason. He came in, destroyed this rare peace, and also personally attacked Lao Na and many of his fellow disciples. This is indeed beyond the scope of reason. I hope this benefactor can give me an explanation."

"Haha, then just keep your eyes open!"

Ye Junlin sneered. He really couldn't stand the face of this old bald donkey.

"Take out the photo ball!"

"Yes, Master!"

Li Wujie took out the photo ball, and after injecting mana into it, the photo ball emitted a curtain of light toward the sky.

The background of the picture is clearly outside Yaowang Valley, and there is a familiar figure in cassock, which is particularly eye-catching.

"This, this is Elder Ran Deng!" A disciple exclaimed. This elder has a high status, second only to the abbot in Xuankong Temple.

"Ren the lamp..." The abbot's eyes shone brightly, and his heart felt like it was shaking.

A while ago, Ran Deng's natal jade slip was shattered, causing a huge shock among the senior officials of Xuankong Temple. Due to the impact, the matter had to be sealed, so many people did not know that he had fallen.

After all, he was a Buddhist master at the peak of tribulations. Looking at the Eastern Region, few people could threaten him. As a result, he died for no reason while traveling far away. Who can accept this?

Not only the abbot, but also the senior officials of Xuankong Temple who knew the inside story were shocked at this moment, because the photo ball taken out by the other party might be able to reveal what happened before Ran Deng died.

In the picture, Master Ran Deng was confronting a white-haired old man. From just a few words, he could deduce the cause and course of the incident.

"That's the white-haired old demon Ye Junlin!"

"It seems that the monk who came out of Yaowang Valley is trying to rob him. He is a great master in the Tribulation Realm, and yet he does such a thing. His conduct is really corrupt!"

"Fortunately, an eminent monk from the Xuankong Temple came out to stop him. We, the Buddha, are merciful!"

Everyone hates Ye Junlin deeply and highly respects the eminent monks of Xuankong Temple.

Ever since the Battle of Huangzhou, the Zen cultivators in Florida hated Ye Junlin very much. Of course, Xuankong Temple was largely behind this.

"Ye Motou is cruel by nature. Although the eminent monks from the Xuankong Temple came out to stop him, I'm afraid there will be a dangerous fight." The eldest prince and the second prince clenched their fists.

see.

The abbot looked pitiful and sighed: "It's so good. Monks are compassionate. Elder Randeng's actions are in line with the philosophy that our Xuankong Temple has always implemented!"

He was thinking in his heart, was it because of this incident that he was killed by the white-haired old devil?

Ran Deng, you are confused!

Why not just run away? Why stand up for those ants? !

The screen continues.

After learning the identity of the other party, Master Ran Deng's attitude changed completely.

Suddenly, he attacked his own people, his mood was hysterical, and he cast a spell to imprison all the monks, intending to kill and silence them. In order to escape afterwards, he also asked the enemies of Xuankong Temple for cooperation.

boom!

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What's going on? Master Ran Deng actually cooperated with the white-haired old devil?"

"What about the mercy you promised?!"

The person who supported Master Ran Deng just now and was highly respected in Xuankong Temple felt like he had a lump in his throat at this moment.

The reversal happened so fast that it almost twisted their waists!

"This..." The abbot seemed to be choked, and his face felt hot, as if someone had slapped him in the face.

Princess Mingyue was dumbfounded.

Killing innocents indiscriminately, hypocritical and cunning, is this still the enlightened monk she knows? Besides, that person still has a very high status in Xuankong Temple!

This is not over yet.

The most exciting scene appears.

In the picture, the real Ye Junlin appeared, punching and killing Master Ran Deng like a god, saving everyone. That invincible figure was deeply imprinted in the minds of the monks at the scene!

"hiss--!!!"

Gasps sounded around.

Is that figure in the picture the real white-haired old devil in the rumors?

Isn't that...

shhhhh~

Countless eyes focused on the silver-haired young man again, full of shock, awe, nervousness, fear, etc.

The killing god Ye Junlin actually climbed to the top of Fantuo Mountain today!

Combined with the actions just now, are you here to call for punishment? !

"It turns out that he is Ye Junlin." After watching the picture of the photo ball, Princess Mingyue was no longer so afraid of this person, and was even a little curious.

"Little sister, hide behind big brother." The eldest prince pulled Princess Mingyue behind him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

"What should I do? Do I need to inform my father?" The second prince was so frightened that his scalp was numb.

The famous white-haired murderer appears in the Pure Land Kingdom now?

This kind of existence, even if all the efforts of a country are devoted, it will not be able to compete with it!

"You..." The abbot's expression could not hide his shock, and then his face turned uglier than if he had eaten shit!

Although he guessed that the death of Elder Ran Deng was related to the other party, he did not expect it to end in this way.

Especially when he saw Ye Junlin beating Elder Randeng to death with one punch, the abbot's inner danger assessment of Ye Junlin skyrocketed.

But compared to this incident, the most terrifying thing is that the reputation of Xuankong Temple has been damaged!

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded like muffled thunder in the sky.

The abbot said righteously: "Demon Ye, you are really despicable. You actually manipulated the photo ball and tried to frame me, the elder of Xuankong Temple! You want to fool the world with such a despicable method? It's too ridiculous. Got it!"

Everyone was stunned.

Is there really something fishy behind this?

Photo balls can be faked, but it is extremely difficult, but this possibility is not ruled out!

"Old bald donkey, you still dare to quibble!" Li Wuzhe said angrily.

"Sure enough, it is in line with my consistent view of you Buddhists." Hong Qianye crossed his arms and said in disgust.

Ye Junlin waved his hand and sneered: "What about this?"

Pfft!

A black bear's skull rolled to the ground, emitting the smell of blood, its eyes widened, and it refused to rest in silence.

"what?!"

The abbot felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and panic filled his heart.