Chapter 111 The Evidence Is Conclusive!

Everyone was dumbfounded, watching the plaque symbolizing the Hanging Temple being kicked to pieces by the young man of unknown origin. They felt absurd and almost thought they were dreaming.

"Who is this man? How dare he come to the Hanging Temple to cause trouble?" The eldest prince was stunned and said angrily.

"Brother, don't be impulsive. Let's wait and see what happens." The second prince said nervously.

Not to mention that the other party dared to break into the Hanging Temple blatantly, just kicking the spiritual weapon-level plaque to pieces is enough to prove how terrifying his strength is.

Let's ask, there was no fluctuation of mana in the whole process, relying only on pure flesh and strength, and he could kick the spiritual weapon to pieces directly. How many cultivators can do this? I'm afraid even the Mahayana realm can't do it!

"Where did this evil creature come from! How dare you break into the Hanging Temple in broad daylight!"

Countless angry shouts came from the temple, and a dense crowd of monks rushed in, all glaring, their eyes almost spurting out anger.

Under the sunlight, the bald heads looked like boiled eggs, with a layer of brilliant halo.

"Whoever dares to move forward will die!"

Li Wujie's cold voice sounded.

Swish!

The sharp knife energy disappeared in an instant, leaving a deep gully on the ground in front. On this gully, the domineering knife intent remained, separating the monks like a natural moat.

Feeling the terribleness of this knife, the monks were frightened and pale, and dared not act rashly.

"Hmph!" Li Wujie sneered.

"What a strong sword spirit! This person is already at the forefront of the sword path. He must be no ordinary person in the East Region!"

"Wait, do you feel that they give people an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if you have heard of them somewhere?"

"My dear, now that you mention it, I have the same feeling!"

The crowd whispered.

The abbot sitting on the lotus platform had a flash of cold light in his eyes.

He has never seen such an arrogant person in his life! He dared to do such a bad thing in the Hanging Temple!

But today is a very special day. There are Zen practitioners from all over the world gathered here. The more at this critical moment, the more he has to behave calmly with his identity.

"Amitabha~"

The abbot's face was neither sad nor happy, and he said lightly: "I have offended several donors in the Hanging Temple. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise you will stay forever and confess your actions to the Buddha."

Faced with this situation, the leader of the Hanging Temple was not angry, but instead looked calm and maintained the demeanor of a Buddhist monk, which made everyone admire him.

Look, this is the pattern!

Ye Junlin sneered: "Pretend, keep pretending, you bald donkeys in the Hanging Temple are so good at acting, right?"

Hearing this, the monks stared with anger, and were very angry at this person's disrespectful words and deeds.

The abbot said calmly: "This donor, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of my Hanging Temple. But no matter what, everything in this world is based on reason. I opened a Dharma altar today to teach Buddhism, but you broke in for no reason, destroying this rare tranquility and making personal attacks on me and many fellow disciples. This is indeed not within the scope of reason. I hope this donor can give an explanation."

"Haha, then you can just stare at me!"

Ye Junlin sneered. He really couldn't stand the face of this old bald donkey.

"Take out the photo ball!"

"Yes, Master!"

Li Wujie took out the photo ball and injected magic power into it. The photo ball sent a light curtain to the sky.

The background of the picture was outside the Medicine King Valley. There was a familiar figure in a cassock, which was particularly eye-catching.

"This, this is Elder Randeng!" A disciple exclaimed. The status of this elder was high, second only to the abbot in the Hanging Temple.

"Randeng..." The abbot's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his heart was like a raging sea.

A while ago, Randeng's natal jade slip was broken, causing a huge shock among the top leaders of the Hanging Temple. Due to the impact, they had to block the matter, so many people didn't know that he had fallen.

After all, he was a great Buddhist who had reached the peak of the tribulation. There were few people in the Eastern Region who could threaten him. As a result, he died for no reason after a long journey. Who could accept this?

Not only the abbot, but also the top leaders of the Hanging Temple who knew the inside story were all shocked at this moment, because the photo ball taken out by the other party might reveal what happened before Randeng's death.

In the picture, Master Randeng was confronting a white-haired old man. From a few words, we can infer the cause and process at that time.

"That's the white-haired old demon Ye Junlin!"

"It seems that he wants to rob the monks from Yaowang Valley. He is a great man in the realm of transcending tribulation, but he still does such a thing. His character is really corrupt!"

"Fortunately, the monks of the Hanging Temple came out to stop him. May the Buddha have mercy on him!"

Everyone hates Ye Junlin and highly respects the monks of the Hanging Temple.

Since the battle of Huangzhou, the Zen monks in Fozhou hate Ye Junlin very much. Of course, to a large extent, the Hanging Temple is behind the scenes.

"The demon Ye is cruel by nature. Although the monks of the Hanging Temple came out to stop him, I'm afraid there will be a dangerous fight." The eldest and second princes clenched their fists.

Seeing this.

The abbot looked compassionate and sighed: "Good, good, monks are compassionate. The actions of Elder Randeng are in line with the philosophy that my Hanging Temple has always implemented!"

He was thinking, was it because of this incident that he was killed by the white-haired old demon?

Randeng, you are confused!

Why not just run away? Why stand up for those ants? !

The scene continues.

After learning the identity of the other party, Master Ran Deng's attitude changed 1080 degrees.

Suddenly, he attacked his own people, his mood was hysterical, and he cast a spell to imprison all the monks, intending to kill and silence them. In order to escape afterwards, he also made a request for cooperation with the enemies of Xuankong Temple.

boom!

The whole place was in an uproar.

"What's going on? Master Ran Deng actually cooperated with the white-haired old devil?"

"What about the mercy you promised?!"

The person who supported Master Ran Deng just now and was highly respected in Xuankong Temple felt like he had a lump in his throat at this moment.

The reversal happened so fast that it almost twisted their waists!

"This..." The abbot seemed to be choked, and his face felt hot, as if someone had slapped him in the face.

Princess Mingyue was dumbfounded.

Killing innocents indiscriminately, hypocritical and cunning, is this still the enlightened monk she knows? Besides, that person still has a very high status in Xuankong Temple!

This is not over yet.

The most exciting scene appears.

In the picture, the real Ye Junlin appeared, punching and killing Master Ran Deng like a god, saving everyone. That invincible figure was deeply imprinted in the minds of the monks at the scene!

"hiss--!!!"

Gasps sounded around.

Is that figure in the picture the real white-haired old devil in the rumors?

Wouldn't that be...

Swish swish swish~

Countless eyes focused on the silver-haired young man again, full of shock, awe, nervousness, fear, etc.

The killing god Ye Junlin actually climbed to the top of Mount Fantuo today!

Combined with the actions just now, are you here to call for punishment? !

"It turns out that he is Ye Junlin." After watching the picture of the photo ball, Princess Mingyue was no longer so afraid of this person, and was even a little curious.

"Little sister, hide behind big brother." The eldest prince pulled Princess Mingyue behind him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

"What should I do? Do I need to inform my father?" The second prince was so frightened that his scalp was numb.

The famous white-haired murderer appears in the Pure Land Kingdom now?

This kind of existence, even if it devotes all the efforts of a country, it will not be able to compete with it!

"It's you..." The abbot's expression couldn't hide his shock, and then his face turned uglier than if he had eaten shit!

Although he guessed that Elder Ran Deng's death was related to the other party, he didn't expect it to end in this way.

Especially when he saw Ye Junlin beating Elder Randeng to death with one punch, the abbot's inner danger assessment of Ye Junlin skyrocketed.

But compared to this incident, the most terrifying thing is that the reputation of Xuankong Temple has been damaged!

"snort!"

A cold snort sounded like muffled thunder in the sky.

The abbot stood up from the lotus platform and said in a deep voice: "Demon Ye, you are really despicable. You actually tricked the photo ball and tried to frame me, the elder of Xuankong Temple! Even with this despicable method, you also want to fool me. World? That’s ridiculous!”

Everyone was stunned.

Is there really something fishy behind this?

Photo balls can be faked, but it is extremely difficult, but this possibility is not ruled out!

"Old bald donkey, you still dare to quibble!" Li Wuzhe said angrily.

"Sure enough, it is in line with my consistent view of you Buddhists." Hong Qianye crossed his arms and said in disgust.

Ye Junlin waved his hand and sneered: "What about this?"

Plop!

A black bear's skull rolled to the ground, emitting the smell of blood, its eyes widened, and it refused to rest in silence.

"What?!"

The abbot felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and panic filled his heart.

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