"Don't be so arrogant in the Buddhist holy land?"

Yang Lin knelt down and said.

Before the old monk could express his opinion, the monks below had already started to whisper, and their faces were full of resentment.

Some of the four golden monks couldn't help but shout angrily.

The second one in the left head, with a huge body, and a fat monk holding a Zen stick, was furious and angrily, and a tiger jumped like a fierce and evil spirit.

With a whimper, the Zen staff hit him on the head.

The fierce wind was like a cut, and a series of jingling sounds sounded in the air, accompanied by a rumbling thunder sound, attacking Yang Lin like a mountain pressing down on the top of the top.

This monk is so rich...

A thought flashed through Yang Lin's mind.

He discovered that the other party's Zen Staff was actually made of gold.

Under the torch oil lamp, there was a dazzling light, and some rings at the top of the Zen Staff had a shocking effect.

When ordinary people listen, they are upset and can't raise their energy.

This is a weapon specially created by Buddhism for the subjugation of demons.

Yang Lin's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at the Zen stick that was smashed down on his head. He slapped out with a backhand.

The black and white light flowed in vain, and it only came into the eyes of everyone, and the roar of dragons could be heard in my ears.

Countless dragon-shaped storms were wrapped around, and they arrived first with one palm, and had long been printed on the fat monk's chest.

The golden light was flourishing for a moment.

"Not stupid..."

"Stop!"

"Don't be impulsive."

Both parties act very quickly.

The fat monk shouted angrily and pounced on him like a flash of lightning, like a Vajra subduing the demon, so fast that people almost couldn't react.

When Yang Lin also took action, the old monk Liaofan and the others were old and persistent, and they exclaimed.

They couldn't help panic.

Even Zen Master Kong, this holy monk who was about to reach the age of 100 and had unfathomable cultivation, was beaten to death by the other party.

I heard that the great master Ning Daoqi also died in the wilderness with hatred. What are the abilities of these people who dare to fight with this person?

Isn’t that seeking death?

However, the four great Vajras are not foolish, and their long-standing reputation is that they are stupid. In addition to practicing martial arts and protecting temples, they are all a thorn in the end.

If the Buddha was in front of him, he would still be afraid.

Otherwise, no matter who the other party came, he would dare to knock down with a stick.

On weekdays, the monks only think that they are not stupid and have a good temper, but they are honest.

Now, I feel that this person is really a bit stupid.

really.

As soon as everyone said something and had no time to react, Yang Lin had already slapped his palm in front of his chest.

His horizontal golden body was like nothing, and countless golden lights burst out.

The bones of the whole body burst into countless muffled sounds, and all the muscles, muscles, bones and bones exploded, making them blurred blood.

The body twisted and turned into a huge meat pie and baked on the towering bronze statue of Moke, splashing countless blood beads.

The Zen stick whistled, and it fell heavily to the ground, splashing a few sparks.

Everyone was frightened and turned to look.

I met the monk Buqi, the third prince of the Four Great Vajra, and at this time I couldn't even see the human figure.

It was frightened and panic again.

With a swish, everyone looked at the old monk in front of him.

"The old monk, as a precept monk, is not strict in control. I deserve to die. Please give me a chance."

The Lefanya Gang became weak and almost couldn't maintain the demeanor of a Taoist monk. He didn't care about the demeanor of the Buddhist disciples, so he gave in and knelt down on the spot.

boom……

As the old monk knelt down, the remaining three vajras behind him turned into fear in their eyes, and they knelt down heavily like pushing a mountain of gold and jade pillars, lowering their heads.

"Please send me a speech."

There were hundreds of monks behind him, and naturally there were all kneeling.

"Please send me a speech."

"It's boring, it's too boring. You are called the holy land in vain. Only those with backbone, Yu Kong and Buzhi are too few.

Old monk, you, the monk of the precepts, are indeed not very good.”

Yang Lin sighed regretfully.

The monks felt chills.

Should I come to have some backbone and let you kill and play?

Or, all the monks in the Zen temple have backbone and then they were destroyed?

They had no choice but to surrender.

You should know that Jingnian Zen Temple is a holy place for Buddhism in the Central Plains. It is not just a profound Buddhist teaching and powerful force, and it can even compare with the opposition kings of each family.

Needless to say, Lekong was named a holy monk thirty years ago. He had long been a great master in the late stage of the innate stage. Since practicing meditation, his cultivation has been unfathomable.

When he was chasing Shi Zhixuan, he had also taken action, but he never got at a disadvantage after fighting alone.

Looking around the world, Lekong is a famous top expert.

And Lifan is also a monk of the innate level, and even the Four Great Vajras.

Especially not stupid, this man is a martial arts cynical man, and he has practiced the Vajra Ming King method. His muscles and bones are strong and incompetent, and his divine power is unparalleled.

An ordinary innate master may not be able to beat him even if he is at a higher level than him.

Such a middle-in-class Buddhist master rushed up in the blink of an eye, and died in the blink of an eye.

The other party's clothes were not wrinkled at all.

It was as easy as if you reached out to crush a fly to death.

The strength shown is simply shocking and inspiring ghosts and gods.

In this case, all the monks in the temple rushed forward together, but they could only make the other party's hands more bloody.

No other effect will be possible.

‘The big demon, it’s indeed an unparalleled great demon. Senior brother is right at all…

The four great saints will arrive at some point, and they cannot force themselves to do so, but can only obey.’

Lefan thought it very clearly.

I can only endure it.

At this time, he looked obedient, and even did not restrain the corpse of the monk Wuniang, but just knelt down to welcome Yang Lin.

"I'll invite the king to come in and serve tea."

"There is no need to drink tea." Yang Lin's mouth was slightly sunburned.

Therefore, this world is the most respected by the strong.

Whether it is the court or the world.

Real hard bones basically do not exist.

Unless you force people to the point where there is no way out, you will be anxious.

Otherwise, no one will seriously seek death if he can survive.

Especially for some people, they have been high above for too long, and they have mastered their skills in changing their minds when they see the wind.

His integrity will make people unable to believe their own eyes.

Yang Lin is not an executioner and has no hobby of extermination. It is really hard to bear to let so many old monks here kill him personally.

Thinking that in the near future, the monks of Jingnian Zen Temple would become people under their rule. If they wanted to contribute bricks and tiles to the prosperity of the country, they would be reluctant to kill people.

Moreover, the Jingnian Zen Temple is now located in the suburbs of Luoyang. If you build it yourself, you can’t move all the bronze statues of the bricks, tiles, and the entire bronze hall.

In that case, Wang Shichong will be cheaper and become military spending, recruiting soldiers to resist himself.

Why bother?
To be continued...