Watching the Mingwang statue disappearing bit by bit like sand, all the monks in Daming Temple opened their eyes wide with horror on their faces, and at the same time felt a sense of fear.
The three old monks kept bowing their heads towards the direction where the Vajra King statue was dispersing. All the monks, regardless of whether they were afraid or not, just silently recited the Vajra King Sutra.
Only after the statue of the Mingwang had completely dissipated did the three old monks raise their heads, turn to face Ji Yuan, and bow respectfully to perform the Buddhist salute.
"Good be to the Buddha of Great Ming, the Immortal, and the monks of Daming Temple..."
Ji Yuan nodded slightly to the old monk.
"Don't worry, Abbot. I will ensure that all the masters are safe."
Although the sound was not loud, it was gentle enough within the area of Daming Temple near the boat, so that every wandering or bewildered monk could hear it clearly.
Ji Yuan had previously told Ming Wang that he knew what to say to whom, whether Lu Shanjun was present or not. However, most of these monks were obviously frightened, and what they wanted to hear most was what Ji Yuan was saying now.
As he spoke, Ji Yuan also looked at Jueming who was not far away. To be honest, the former Zhao Long and now Jueming, except for the tonsure, had the smallest change among the nine heroes back then, even smaller than the well-maintained Luo Ningshuang.
Well, although Jueming looks like a middle-aged monk, to be honest, in Ji Yuan's memory, Zhao Long also looked very anxious. He was obviously in his early twenties, but he looked almost the same as he does now, with a middle-aged appearance.
Even now, Jueming is still chanting. He is not like the other monks around him who are chanting because the statue of the Vajra King has turned into sand. Instead, he has been chanting without stopping from the beginning until now. Even the huge noise of the previous battles between demon magic, Buddhist magic, immortal magic, etc. has not affected him.
The power of the Vajra King in his body was still flowing out slowly, but from the surging river just now, it was now only a trickle, and the direction of the flow was only dispersing into the Daming Temple, because the seated Vajra King statue was no longer there.
While Ji Yuan was carefully observing Monk Jueming, Lu Shanjun had already stood up again.
Previously, Ming Wang's magic of suppressing the mountain and conquering demons was really powerful. In the end, the mountain turned from virtual to real, and it was like a thousand giant peaks pressing down on the top. There was no resistance. If it was just Lu Shanjun himself, he would have been smashed under the mountain in an instant, and would have been seriously injured if not killed. Even with the help of two golden-armored warriors, they were still almost crushed to the ground.
Fortunately, in the next moment, the magic sword had already shown its sharpness and split the giant mountain transformed by Buddhism.
At this moment, Lu Shanjun glanced left and right at the two golden-armored warriors beside him. The two warriors were extremely burly at the moment, but their red faces were solemn. The golden armor was dim and not dazzling. The yellow scarves fluttered in the wind in front of and behind them. They just stood there with their hammer arms, which brought a sense of oppressive power visually.
Seeing that the strong man did not move, Lu Shanjun shook his hair, jumped to the other side of the mountain hundreds of feet away, and with his demonic aura that had been restrained a lot, he easily drew an arc, and then landed very gently on the already messy square in Daming Temple, just a dozen feet behind Ji Yuan.
After landing, the huge monster body gradually shrank in the misty light, and finally turned into a young man in a light yellow robe with cloud patterns.
Lu Shanjun bowed respectfully towards Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Lu Shan greets you, sir!"
Ji Yuan shifted his gaze away from Jueming, turned around and nodded to Lu Shanjun.
"If the incarnation of Ming Wang had not appeared, I would not have shown up today. Just pretend that I am not here."
"yes!"
After Lu Shanjun agreed, he put away his gift, glanced at the monks around him, looked at the three old monks who looked helpless, and finally looked at Zhao Long who was still chanting.
He did not ask Ji Yuan whether he should let Zhao Long go, nor did he even say any extra words. Lu Shanjun knew his mentor's character very well, and what he said was what he meant, so he had no intention of changing his plan.
Now, the whole temple seemed even quieter except for the sound of the gentle wind and Zhao Long's chanting. Lu Shanjun, Ji Yuan, and all the monks were waiting quietly.
It was not until a long time passed that the power of the Mingwang no longer flowed out of Monk Jueming, and the continuous chanting sound finally stopped.
Monk Jueming opened his eyes, turned his gaze, and saw that the temple square was in a mess. However, apart from the square, this temple where he had lived for many years had not suffered much damage. Most places were intact, with only some tiles left on the roof.
Standing up, Jueming looked around but did not find the huge monster. Instead, he saw Ji Yuan at a glance. After a moment of hesitation, he asked uncertainly.
"You are... Mr. Ji?"
Ji Yuan smiled and nodded slightly at him.
"Should I call you Zhao Long or Master Jueming?"
"Sir, you can call me whatever you want..."
Facing Ji Yuan, Jueming still felt a little ashamed. When he said this, he wanted to salute, but because of the habit over the years, he subconsciously put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.
Then he looked up and saw the strange man not far behind Ji Yuan. When their eyes met, Jueming vaguely understood that this should be Lu Shanjun.
At this moment, Lu Shanjun took a few steps forward and walked in front of Jueming.
Now no monk would stop them, even the three old monks not far away had closed their eyes.
"Zhao Long, have you changed your mind?"
The middle-aged monk in front of him let out a long breath and answered the question irrelevantly.
"I am not a courageous person. I cannot take what I should take, nor can I let go of what I should let go. I don't know how to choose between fame and gain, and I cannot understand the Buddhist principles when I meditate. I set the game of life and death many years ago, and I have caused the temple to fall into such a state. This life is ridiculous!"
Jueming gave a bitter smile, and also felt a sense of relief. He bowed to Lu Shanjun and spoke as a monk.
"Donor Lu, please let me die."
As he finished speaking, Jueming bent over at 90 degrees in a Buddhist salute without standing up.
A gentle breeze blew through the temple, and the entire Mount Xiaoliang was very quiet.
Lu Shanjun took a few steps closer, straightened his sleeves, clasped his hands together and bowed to Monk Jueming.
This scene froze for a few brief moments in the eyes of all the monks in Daming Temple and in front of Ji Yuan. Then Lu Shanjun stood up, and a yellow-black shadow that blocked the light spread from his body, and the shadow finally turned into a giant mouth.
Monk Jueming raised his head, held his breath and opened his eyes wide, watching the bloody mouth getting bigger and bigger, then his eyes went black and he completely lost consciousness.
Many monks who were still in a daze felt a tremor in their hearts as they watched the monster's huge mouth swallow Jueming in one go. In addition to the inevitable shock, they also had some special insights in their hearts.
The three old monks opened their eyes at this time, said "Well done", and then lowered their heads to chant scriptures again.
Ji Yuan glanced at them and murmured something in a low voice.
"Da Ming Temple is very fortunate."
A little further away, two warriors in golden armor had crossed the outer wall of the temple and walked into the square. Their bodies had returned to normal, although they were still several times larger than ordinary people.
Ji Yuan now has a total of six golden-armored warriors in his hands. After refining these six from the initial number of the Three Heavenly Gangs and Three Earthly Fiends, Ji Yuan felt that it was enough, so he did not increase the number. Instead, he chose to devote more energy to integrating more pieces of paper little by little when he had time.
If we only pursue quantity, how could these two strong men have the power they have today
However, no matter how the quality is improved, the essence of the Golden Armored Warrior remains the same. At this moment, he walked to Ji Yuan without haste and saluted in a very formal manner.
"Your Majesty!"
His voice was calm and his expression was indifferent, without any ups and downs. He truly ignored everyone.
They saluted towards Ji Yuan, but stood on the left and right of Lu Shanjun, obviously still following the previous orders.
Lu Shanjun looked at the two strong men a few more times. If he didn't have a certain understanding of the golden-armored strong men and knew that they were actually emotionless, he might have thought that the two strong men were arrogant.
"Master Abbot, Daming Temple has destroyed a meditation room, a corner of the courtyard wall, and a square. We two strong men have no other advantages, but we have a lot of strength. How about helping you rebuild the temple?"
The abbot of Daming Temple looked up at the two golden-armored warriors beside Ji Yuan. The latter also glanced at the old monk because of Ji Yuan's words.
In the eyes of the old monk, the two strong men had almost the same posture. Not to mention turning around, they didn't even move their heads. They raised their heads and looked sideways without blinking or moving their eyes. There was an extremely strong feeling of contempt, which also brought a stronger sense of oppression psychologically.
Seeing that the word "unwilling" was almost written on the strong man's face, the old monk dared not ignore it.
"Thank you for your kindness, Immortal. Our Daming Temple has not been severely damaged. The monks are repairing the minor damage as part of their daily practice. It will be restored in less than half a month. There is no need to trouble the two gods."
Ji Yuan looked at the golden-armored warrior, shook his head and said nothing more. He was not in a position to tell the warrior's secret in front of outsiders.
"In that case, I will take my leave now."
Seeing Ji Yuan was about to leave, Lu Shanjun became a little nervous.
"Sir, where are you going? Did you come here to help me, knowing that I was in trouble?"
Ji Yuan asked this question because he didn't want to say that he would follow Lu Shanjun all the way, otherwise he might feel constrained in his actions later.
"I was overseas before, and I knew you had transformed, so I came back to see you. I have something else to do, so I left first. Finish what you need to do, and then come back to me."
As he spoke, the two golden-armored warriors turned into two streams of light and flew into Ji Yuan's sleeves. Others could not even see that they were two paper men.
Lu Shanjun bowed and said "Yes!", then watched Ji Yuan rise into the sky on a cloud, and couldn't help but shout out again.
"gentlemen!"
"Um?"
Ji Yuan stopped and looked at Lu Shanjun.
The latter searched his body and found only a bag of dry leaves, except for some gold and silver coins. Helplessly, he could only take a few steps closer and hand the bag of dry leaves to Ji Yuan.
"Sir... it can be used to make tea..."
“Hahahahaha… That’s thoughtful.”
Ji Yuan took the small bag of wolfberries, smiled and walked away on the cloud. Lu Shanjun looked a little disappointed, but he also felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, at least his mentor had no opinion on his actions.
Looking around again, as soon as Ji Yuan left, these monks became obviously extremely nervous.
"Haha, masters, I'm sorry for offending you before. I destroyed a meditation room and a wall in the outer courtyard. As for the square, it was done by the sitting Mingwang."
As he spoke, Lu Shanjun took out a silver ingot weighing at least ten taels from his arms and handed it to the abbot of Daming Temple.
"This is compensation, please accept it, Master Abbot."
"No, no, we will repair it ourselves, and there is no need for compensation from Mr. Lu..."
The old monk immediately refused, but Lu Shanjun repeated it with a stronger tone.
"Please, Master Fang, accept it!"
"This is great, Great Ming Wang Buddha, thank you very much, Benefactor Lu!"
The old monk's forehead was covered with sweat. He did not dare to delay any longer and took the silver and returned the greeting with a Buddhist salute.
"Well, I'm leaving now. Maybe you'll be able to meet Monk Jueming again in the future. Don't worry about him now."
After saying this, Lu Shanjun flew up into the air, flew out of Xiaoliang Mountain, looked back at Daming Temple, and then flew away.
It was not until a long while later that the monks in Daming Temple breathed a sigh of relief.