After all, Da Luo Temple has been going so smoothly in the past 100 years. Not only has it reached its peak, no one dares to confront Da Luo Temple head-on, and no one will say anything about them.
Even if it is a high-level country, it is polite and respectful to the Daluo Temple, so the monks in the Daluo Temple have developed an arrogant temper.
Can't hear others talking about them.
Don't talk about their faults, they will be angry even if they are slightly disrespectful to their etiquette.
But with the abbot around, they didn't dare to get angry, and the abbot smiled at this moment: "This layman, if the poor monk is not mistaken, the layman's arms are a demon fox!"
"Master Abbot has good eyesight." Lin Jin's voice was low, and then he asked: "I wonder who is the head of your company's Fumotang?"
Many people didn't react to the sudden jump, but those who did react all frowned. They were already sure that this person was looking for trouble.
"Master Abbot, this person is not kind. I think there is no need to give him good looks..." A monk said something with an angry expression on his face, but the abbot stretched out his hand to stop him before he finished speaking.
"The first seat in the Fumo Hall is my Junior Brother Juezhen. He returned to the temple the day before yesterday and was recuperating. The poor monk knows that the layman is an expert in the world. Please explain why he came here this time. Don't knock on the side." It can be seen that the master abbot doesn't want to beat around the bush anymore.
Lin Jin didn't say a word.
But that invisible pressure is even more deeply felt.
After a long time, Lin Jincai broke the silence: "There is a wealthy Qiao family in Weicheng, Yulong Kingdom, Central Prefecture, with secret treasures passed down from generation to generation. The Qiao family behaves well, but evil people miss them..."
What Lin Jin said was exactly the ins and outs of this matter.
Moreover, Lin Jin only picked the key points, and explained the matter clearly in a few words.
"You can call me the curator. The fox demon in my arms is my grandson, and the other grandson is a white ape demon. Although they are demons, they have learned the right way and never harmed anyone. They went to Qiao's house to guard against thieves." Guardian, I never thought about it, but I was murdered by the eminent monk of your Daluo Temple. If the curator hadn't arrived in time, my disciple and grandson would have died under the curse of the sky thunder of your Daluo Temple, and my disciple would have died too. Injured, resting at this moment, so, may I ask Master Abbot, tell me, what is the curator coming to your Daluo Temple for?"
Lin Jin spoke slowly, and finally asked word by word.
You must know that it is not only Lin Jin and the monks who are present at this moment, but also many pilgrims watching from a distance. Lin Jin's voice is not low, and his sincerity, which immediately makes the expressions of many monks in Daluo Temple change.
If it is true what this self-proclaimed 'curator' said, then their Daluo Temple is indeed helping the evildoers.
And they could hear the "Sky Thunder Curse Seal" just now. Although the "curator" did not explain how to resolve it, there is no doubt that the other party's methods must be extraordinary, because even if the "Sky Thunder Curse Seal" There are also very few Daluo temples, and it is impossible to resolve them, at least in their eyes.
The abbot is already frowning at this moment, he is also a veteran, others don't understand the lethality of the 'curator', how can he not know.
The other party was labeling them Daluo Temple.
"Curator, according to what you said, the actions of the practitioners of my Daluo Temple to subdue demons and eliminate demons have turned out to be irrelevant and help the evildoers. If this is the case, my Daluo Temple is indeed wrong, but these remarks are just the curator's words. The words of your family are empty words, you come here alone, you must have something to rely on, but Daluo Temple is not a place where people can slander, curator, you are an expert in the world, you have to make it clear today, Otherwise, the poor monk won’t let me.”
The abbot was full of momentum.
There are monks behind him who have long been unhappy, and now they heard the man on the opposite side speak with a gun and a stick, even more 'slandering' the reputation of their thousand-year-old temple, and immediately couldn't help it.
"You monster, master abbot has a good temper and doesn't care about you like you, but I can't tolerate your nonsense here. You are definitely not a good person with a demon fox. I will take you down first, and then kill the monster. Use it to destroy the clean place of our Daluo Temple."
After finishing speaking, the grumpy monk jumped out straight away. He was bare-armed, with a liger tattoo on his shoulders and chest.
But at this moment, there was a faint roar of a lion and a tiger on the tattoo.
"Zhizhang, no!"
Although the abbot opened his mouth to stop him, he was just talking, and he didn't really do anything. Obviously, the other party also had a tacit understanding, just putting on a show.
Knowing that the 'curator' came in a bad way, it would be better to try and test the opponent's means first. Although the coercion was very powerful just now, it may be with the help of some kind of magic weapon.
The monk named Zhizhang was tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and glaring eyes, just like the angry-faced Dharma protector painted on the wall of the Buddhist sect. At this moment, he was holding a sun-moon wheel stick, and he came up to fight.
Lin Jin knew that the other party would definitely test him, so he did.
In an instant, Lin Jin observed the liger tattoo on the opponent's body with the method of appraising beasts, and determined that his favorite animal was a liger. The liger was born in southern Xinjiang. It was huge in size and extremely ferocious. Integrate into the body, so that there is such a tyrannical power.
It is easy for Lin Jin to win him, but how to win to further deter the opponent is a science.
It is best to disintegrate the opponent's ambition, disintegrate all the fighting spirit of the opponent, and directly destroy the monk's will. In this way, only by killing chickens and monkeys can others in Daluo Temple not dare to act rashly.
What Lin Jin wanted was this kind of one-on-one. If they rushed up to attack in groups, it would be bad.
Lin Jin has a lot of research on the Beastmaster Juan. After all, he has learned the most powerful four-juan and second-juan spells. He also knows very well that if he can destroy the opponent's Beastmaster Juan in an instant, he should be able to do it.
Thoughts in his heart were spinning like electricity, and the sun and moon wheel in the opponent's hand was already hitting his head and face.
Lin Jin raised his hand and pointed.
A silver needle flew out, piercing the opponent's shoulder at an extremely fast speed.
"break!"
With a light shout, it seemed like a light finger, but when it reached the monk holding the head, an incredible force burst out, and with a bang, the monk holding the head's second scroll of the beast king's spell was directly broken.
It's like stripping someone naked.
Almost at the same time, a huge liger and tiger emerged from the opponent's body, and the monk in charge seemed to have been pulled out of 90% of his strength for a moment. He was also under the acupuncture point of the silver needle, his body was numb, and he fell to the ground stiffly.
As for the ligers that escaped, they surrendered to Lin Jin at this moment and dared not move rashly.
It was so simple, even easy to say, that the monk in charge of Daluo Temple was defeated before he had time to show off his power, and the defeat was so thorough and embarrassing.
The monks in Daluo Temple were in an uproar.
A monk was about to step forward, Lin Jin called out Dahuang, and Dahuang rushed over there flapping his wings, changing his body shape and taking the shape of a giant fire bird to block the monks.