I retracted my gaze to look around, clasped my fists and folded my hands. I smiled indifferently: "Long Yang, Long Yang, this seat is Jiang Du, I have long been known by the name of Master Lang Liuli, and I saw it today.
Having said that, who can think of such a kind monk only by looking at his face, not only mingling with the world, but also killing people like hemp, it is really not a person to face, the master feels that what this seat is saying is right? "
A curve of my mouth provoked, and my words sneered.
I noticed the team of monks in the Lufo Temple in the distance. Even if they chant the scriptures every day with a high level of self-cultivation, they couldn't help but change when they heard me ridiculing Lang Liuli as a murderer in public.
My eyes suddenly shook a few times, because I saw Zhu Guo and Zhu Ling.
The two of them were standing in the most inconspicuous position on the side of the monk team, and seemed to notice my gaze. The two guys deliberately avoided eye contact, because they were afraid of causing suspicion among the fellows.
I withdrew my gaze without a trace, and noticed that the face of Lang Liuli, who was facing me hundreds of meters away, had no mood swings. He still looked like a compassionate and master monk, and was simple and scary, even with robes and Wufang. I didn't wear the Buddha crown, and the scar on the bare scalp was shiny, and only a long string of Buddha beads hung between the neck.
The Yuebai monk's clothes were spotless, and it was almost to the extreme. It seemed to remind everyone how much Lang Liuli abide by the conventions, and he is definitely a qualified monk.
Such a temperament is really in line with people's illusions about the world's superiors and monastic powers. In terms of artificiality, Lang Liuli is absolutely master.
The host Jingmi of the Xie Zun Temple in my memory can't hold down Lang Liuli in this respect, which shows that he has done the essence of divine art.
Lang Liuli, who was neither sad nor happy, kept chanting'goodness' several times, and then she looked at me and said: "The master Jiang is surprised at what he said. Can you say that there is evidence for the poor monk to kill people like hemp? If there is no evidence, then, can you? It's just blaming others out of thin air, and this character has to be reassessed."
"Evidence? A joke! Go out and inquire about the scourges of the Lufo Temple, who is not in the world of wizards as fearful as a tiger? What evidence do you need? You don't stay in the one-third acre of land in Taiguo, but ran to the land of Central Plains. Saye, do you really think there is no one in the Central Plains?"
I did not raise the volume, but every word is like a sharp blade, towards the other side'shoo
咻's piercing and shooting away.
Lang Liuli's expression changed a bit, but he recovered immediately. He sighed and murmured Amitabha, then looked at the surrounding spectators: "Everyone, you have all heard what the master Jiang Du said. If anyone agrees, Please take a step forward.
It’s true that the reputation of the Urn Buddha Temple is not good, but you all know that it is because of the great cause of the Urn Buddha Temple family, and the good and the bad. The poor monk has begun to clean up the door after becoming the host, and soon the Urn Buddha Temple will be able to take on a new look.
As for the Central Plains? The poor monk just wants to open a few Buddhist temples here to promote the Buddhadharma to save all living beings. The original intention is beautiful. The Central Plains has always been hospitable. Wouldn't it be so stingy? "
A crowd of shaved faces turned red, but no one answered the conversation, and no one stepped forward to show that they agreed with my words.
Obviously, in the hearts of everyone, the Urn Buddhist Temple is the strong side. There are two or three big cats and kittens in the Fangnei Taoist Temple. Although they have gained fame, they are not a star or a half worse than the old Qiang Zong Urn Buddhist Temple. Who would risk it? Does the risk of offending the Urn Buddhist Temple go with my words
This is reality, cruel.
I scanned my surroundings, shook my head and sneered, "You don't even have a bit of bone, and you are also a teacher?"
"Master Jiang, you care about whether we are equipped with a teacher, you should focus on the decisive battle with Lang Liuli."
"That's right, Jiang Du, depending on your young age, why are you talking so aggressively? We've been waiting for a long time. You should start soon. It will not prolong your life for long."
"Hahaha, this fellow Taoist is reasonable, but Jiang Du, who can't protect himself from Nipsa, is still in the mood to think about other things? He also asked me if I was worthy of a practitioner? He didn't look in the mirror to see himself, and he went into the industry. Why are the newcomers in a few years crazy?"
There are many people who are not optimistic about me. I swept a word, and they stopped doing it. Taking this opportunity to demean me, but also to please the Lunfo Temple, why not do it
Betrayers have not been extinct since ancient times, and I would not be surprised by this situation.
Just scan a circle, and remember the dozen scums who danced the most joyfully and wanted to please Lengfo Temple.
Most of the spectators kept their faces dark and kept silent. I understand their feelings that they don’t want to cause trouble. I don’t force them to come forward.
The basis of courage, a group of casual cultivators is a mess of loose sand, even if you curse a thousand words at the Lufo Temple, you dare not verbally, this is a normal thing.
"Amitabha, please keep quiet."
After Lang Liuli smiled triumphantly, her face was stern, and she made a contrived sentence. The noise disappeared in a moment, and the needle fell silently in the field.
"Master, what do you think?"
After Lang Liuli showed off his ability to control the audience, he aroused me.
"I decided to kill you!"
I spoke the most intense and decisive words in the most relaxed and indifferent tone.
"Arrogant!"
"presumptuous."
The monks behind Lang Liuli couldn't help it anymore.
No matter how deep Lang Liuli was, he never expected that I would say this unceremoniously. For a while, the city government broke the power, his face rose with anger, and the sorrowful first appeared.
But only in a flash, he recovered Gujing Wubo again.
"Amitabha, it seems that there is no way to be kind to the master Jiang. There are a lot of people who died in the hands of the master of Lufo Temple. All these need to be paid by the master; well, the time is here, please ask the master Jiang to make a move, poor monk. Then there is! The owner of the museum wants the poor monk to die, so he still has to see if you have that ability?"
Lang Liuli motioned for me to attack.
The deaths of Jiang Kui and A Hongli are the knot between me and Lang Liuli. I wiped out his illegitimate children. How could he just give up with me
But I didn't mean to expose the matter in public. This thing is only A Hongli's side words, and it is useless to say it. Lang Liuli's sentence "Where is the evidence" can smooth everything out.
So when it comes to a certain level, the one with the big fist makes sense. No matter what you do, there is no use at this time. Dealing with people like Lang Liuli directly eliminates the most agile.
"It's just that, can I smoothly kill Lang Liuli, the host of Lufo Temple?"
With this kind of doubt, in the backhand, the Abimo sword came out of its sheath.
I yelled in my heart: "Luohua Gai!"
With a scream, the style was deliberately changed by magic, and the big Luohua Gai rushed out of his arms, showing an'umbrella-like' shape, and instantly expanded to a size of ten meters, falling down the stream of energy and light, just like the iron bucket that I was guarding.
"Lang Liuli, the master of the museum is not welcome, look at the sword!"
With a whistling sound, I rushed out like an arrow from the string, the speed has reached several times the speed of sound, carrying the Abimo sword that rose in flames, slammed to Lang Liuli fiercely.
(End of this chapter)