You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

"Sincerity?"

Liu Yuntian smiled, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He slowly scanned the entire outer courtyard of Wan'an Temple, and his eyes finally fell in front of a huge incense burner, where a merit box was placed.

He walked quickly to the donation box and kicked it with his foot, but strangely, the donation box seemed to be unusually heavy and could not be moved by the kick.

This phenomenon aroused Liu Yuntian's strong curiosity. He was ready to raise his hand and shake the merit box to hear how much money was inside.

However, at this moment, the young monk hurriedly stood in front of the donation box. His face showed obvious displeasure, and he stopped Liu Yuntian and asked, "Donor, you are disrespecting the Buddha by doing this! The Buddha will be angry, and you will be punished!"

Facing the monk's accusation, Liu Yuntian not only did not back down, but stepped forward and gently patted the monk's cheek, saying in a cold tone: "Retribution? Give me some face and deduct two credit points as a token of my respect."

Then, Liu Yuntian turned his gaze to Qi Xing and ordered loudly: "Come, split it open and see how much hard-earned money of the people of Daliang is inside!" There was no emotion in his voice.

"promise!"

Qi Xing stepped forward and quickly drew out the long sword from his waist with his right hand. When the sword left the scabbard, it made a crisp and pleasant "buzzing" sound, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, resounding throughout the courtyard.

The sunlight shone obliquely, and the knife flashed with dazzling light, reflecting on the monk's face, making his expression instantly solemn.

He patted his lower back lightly, and an emerald green stick instantly appeared in his hand. The stick was emerald green all over, exuding a faint fragrance, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a magical treasure used by immortal cultivators.

"Wan'an Temple is a quiet place for Buddhism. I hope all donors will think twice..." The monk's voice revealed a sense of majesty and confidence, and he did not seem to be afraid of the enemy in front of him.

However, before he could finish his words, Qi Xing suddenly stretched out a hand as big as a sandbag and grabbed the monk's cheek. He threw the monk's body hard, and the monk flew five meters away like a kite with a broken string.

The monk's face was full of shock and disbelief. In this situation, shouldn't the two sides confront each other for a while, say a few harsh words to each other, and then back down?

But I didn't expect Qi Xing to act so decisively. It was totally unethical! I was careless for a moment and didn't dodge.

next moment.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the monk smashed heavily on the window of the side hall. The window was smashed to pieces, wood chips flew everywhere, and a loud noise was made. The monk's body flew into the house, in a mess.

When people around the temple saw this scene, they ran out of the temple in panic, shouting, "Murder! Run!" Soon, all the people in the outer courtyard of the temple ran away. The huge chaos also caused the pilgrims in the inner courtyard to panic, and they followed the crowd and ran out of the temple.

Qi Xing did not hesitate and split the merit box in half with one knife, splitting the silver and some dim spirit stones inside into two halves.

"Crash-"

Silver and spirit stones were scattered all over the ground, pouring out like sand.

"this......."

Even Qi Xing, who was one of the three highest officials in the hierarchy, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene. Usually, the money in merit boxes like this would be taken away at night. In other words, the silver and spirit stones on this ground were the income of Wan'an Temple for one morning.

"What are you collecting? Look!"

Liu Yuntian shouted hurriedly, "Any copper coin that falls into Daliang must be surnamed Liu. Are all the wild spirit stones and silver coins lying around like this?"

Qi Xing made two "oh" sounds, stretched out his left hand, and the ring on his index finger flashed. The silver and spirit stones on the ground disappeared instantly, leaving only the merit box split into two halves lying there.

"Who is causing trouble in my Wan'an Temple?!"

A rough roar came from the inner courtyard, and the next moment, a big monk with a curly beard came flying over on the tiles of the house, and his feet slammed heavily on the ground.

"boom!"

As his whole body stabilized, a huge Zen stick was swung in the other party's hand, slammed on the ground with a bang, and he glared at Liu Yuntian and his group.

"Miso miso miso——"

Qi Xing and fifteen of his personal guards drew their swords, stood in front of Liu Yuntian to protect him, and confronted the other party.

Liu Yuntianxu looked at the person who came. The bearded man had explosive muscles faintly visible under his monk's robes. He also had a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, each bead was the size of a fist.

He has the style of Lu Zhishen.

"Hey! Who are you?!"

Liu Yuntian took a step back, protecting Qi Xing in front of him, and said, "Stranger."

At this moment, monks continued to pour out of the inner courtyard, each holding an emerald green stick in his hand, which was exactly the same as the weapon in the little monk's hand before.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

These monks surrounded Liu Yuntian and his group, formed a battle formation, and roared in unison.

"It seems that everyone is here..." Liu Yuntian reached behind his waist with his right hand, tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and said in a deep voice, "Then take them all down."

"promise!"

The sixteen personal guards suddenly disappeared from the spot. The monks only felt a flash before their eyes, and then only Liu Yuntian was left in the encirclement.

The next moment, before they could react, all the monks fell to the ground like dominoes. The big monk with a curly beard outside the circle reacted the most quickly. He moved his right foot, kicked the Zen stick up from the ground, and danced it twice in the air.

Just as he was about to take action, he felt a shadow appear in the sky. Without thinking too much, he quickly raised his Zen staff to block it.

Qi Xing descended from the sky and chopped the Zen staff with his sword. The force was so great that a deafening sound of gold could be heard throughout the temple.

"Om-"

Liu Yuntian frowned and covered his ears, then subconsciously took two steps back.

The bearded monk was hit so hard by Qi Xing that he had no power to fight back. He could only try his best to hold on, but his knees could not withstand the force and he finally knelt down.

Qi Xing's knife was still fierce, and he continued to press down without mercy. Just as the blade was about to cut through the opponent's neck, a string of golden Buddhist beads suddenly flew from a distance, with a strong impact, and hit the point where the two people met.

With a crisp sound, the Buddhist beads separated the two of them in an instant. Qi Xing was shocked and stumbled back a few steps, while the bearded monk flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then fell into a coma.

"Amitabha, Master Liu bullies my Wan'an Temple so much, do you think that there is no one in the Buddhist sect behind me?!"

A loud voice sounded, full of anger. The speaker was the monk Yuan Sheng from before. At this moment, his face was full of anger, and his eyes were flashing with anger.

Liu Yuntian was not moved at all. Instead, he stretched out his little finger to pick his ear and responded with disdain,

"Yeah, or you can get two people over here and see if I can beat their relics out."