Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

Elder Liu protected Li Xiuyuan and faced these warrior monks alone.

Most of the warrior monks in Yongning Temple are in the realm of dust, where is the old opponent of Liu who was born out of the realm.

Liu Lao Wuxue entered Taoism, is proficient in all martial arts magical powers, is extremely good at fighting, and is not afraid of them at all.

Li Xiuyuan asked angrily, "The monks don't lie, why do you lie on the monument of great achievement!"

The movement of the mountain gate immediately attracted the attention of many people who came to burn incense and worship Buddha.

They looked over, pointed and whispered.

A warrior monk shouted and asked, "On the monument of great merit, it records the merits and deeds of the monks of the past dynasties in our temple. The words are true, how can they lie!"

"Where did you come from, Xiao Maotou, dare to talk at the feet of the Buddha!"

Li Xiuyuan said angrily: "The great flood in the 73rd year of the Xuankong calendar is clearly the credit of my master and my father. What does it have to do with you realizing the Zen master!"

"The Great Flood of the Year"

"I remember, I remember, that year there seemed to be a dragon king who was beheaded at Caishikou in the imperial capital."

"That big flood was really terrifying. The entire suburb of Yongning City was submerged by the flood, and many people died."

"If it wasn't for Chan Master Wu Wu to take action and use the golden bowl to take away the flood, I'm afraid the flood would have submerged Yongning City."

"Thanks to Master Wu Wu, Master Wu is a living Buddha!"

The people who came to offer incense all said.

"But this young man said that it was his master and his father who managed the flood."

"What the hell is going on with this?"

"It is estimated that children are ignorant and talk nonsense."

Li Xiuyuan heard the words and said anxiously: "No! No! It's my master who managed the flood!!"

"It's only been fourteen years, don't you remember?"

"Have you forgotten everything!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, a warrior monk shouted: "Little yellow mouth, Hugh is arrogant in the Buddhist holy place!"

"Come on, let's take him down!!"

The surrounded warrior monks came with sticks and sticks, and even disregarding Li Xiuyuan's youth, they directly attacked.

Liu Lao snorted angrily, under the gray robe, the shriveled body seemed to be inflated, and the muscles were bulging and strong.

"Dare to touch my young master and kill you all!"

Liu Lao shouted loudly, like a hungry wolf, like a tiger, and rushed forward like a calf.

The group of warrior monks were opponents, they were beaten and fell to the side of the road.

"Bold! How dare the demon, the Buddhist holy land, dare to be presumptuous!! A Buddhist lion roar came from the Mahavira Hall behind the Shanmen Hall, which was deafening.

If it was a young owl, I'm afraid this lion's roar would frighten him to the core.

The next moment, the golden light of the back of the mountain gate suddenly appeared.

A golden bowl swirled and flew out, covering Mr. Liu.

Liu Lao's arms were bulging, his muscles were knotted, and he was as ferocious as a dragon. A dragon's claw hand slammed into the void.

"when"

With a bang, the dragon claw hand collided with the golden bowl, making a loud noise of Hong Zhong Da Lu.

Liu Lao lost, he vomited blood and flew out.

"Elder Liu!"

Li Xiuyuan exclaimed in surprise, and quickly stepped forward to help Elder Liu.

At this time, an old monk with kind eyebrows and good eyes, wearing a golden monk's hat, wearing a precious jade cassock, and leaning on a purple-gold tin staff, appeared in front of the Shanmen Hall.

"Master Huiyuan!"

The people around the mountain gate, seeing the old monk with benevolent features, bowed down one after another and kowtowed reverently.

"You are Huiyuan!"

Li Xiuyuan's eyes were split, and he was angry and disappointed, and said angrily: "The monks don't lie, why are you lying!"

Venerable Huiyuan stood up with one hand and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the little benefactor is right, monks don't lie, so the old man never lies."

Li Xiuyuan questioned: "Then you say, in the 73rd year of the Xuankong calendar, the Yongning River had a major flood, who managed the flood!"

The people who were kneeling around also pricked up their ears to listen.

Fourteen years later, they don't remember very clearly.

Master Huiyuan said: "Of course it is the Zen master of this temple!"

Li Xiuyuan seemed to have lost her strength and suddenly sat on the ground.

"No! No!"

"It's obviously my master, obviously it's my master..."

Master Huiyuan smiled and asked, "Who is your master?"

Li Xiuyuan said: "My father said that my master is the king Buddha of the Taiyin Dynasty today, the Tathagata of the Daxuankong Temple - the mysterious monk!"

"Xuankong Tathagata!"

Master Huiyuan was startled and looked at Li Xiuyuan in disbelief.

Immediately, he smiled.

"Wang Buddha has been in retreat for more than ten years, and he has never heard of any apprentices he has accepted."

"Furthermore, you can't be Wang Buddha's disciple."

Li Xiuyuan said eagerly, "I am a disciple of Wang Buddha!"

Master Huiyuan asked calmly, "Do you have any evidence?"

Li Xiuyuan took out a broken five-pu fan and said, "Listen to my father, this was given to me by Wang Buddha!"

Master Huiyuan looked at Po Wu, Pu Fan and let out a laugh.

The surrounding people and monks also burst into laughter.

"I don't know where the stinky boy is, crazy, daydreaming."

"Just take a broken five-pu fan, and dare to say that it is a treasure sent by Wang Buddha."

"Hey, looking at his young age, I didn't expect to get crazy."

"Wang Buddha is the Tathagata of the Great Hanging Kong Temple, what a realm! How can I give you a broken five-pu fan?"

Li Xiuyuan said: "There is also a cassock, but the cassock is too big, I can't wear it now, so I didn't bring it."

Master Huiyuan smiled back, waved his hand and said, "Little donor, don't be fooling around, let's go!"

"Looking at your age, when there was a big flood in Yongning River fourteen years ago, you were a baby even if you were born. How could you know who managed the flood?"

Master Huiyuan turned around and prepared to leave.

Li Xiuyuan suddenly stood up and shouted, "Fourteen years ago, Wang Fo beheaded a dragon at Caishikou, you must all know about it!"

"It is the Yongning River Dragon King who has cut the dragon, and he also announced the world and set up the Dragon Slaying Platform!!"

The young man's eyes were bright and his expression firm.

The surrounding people started talking: "Cashikou Slaying the Dragon, I do remember it."

"Mainly, it was a sensation at the time. It was so shocking that even if fourteen years have passed, I can't remember it wrong."

"Yeah, Wang Fo did cut down a dragon king of the Yongning River."

Master Huiyuan had a cold face, turned around, and said, "Wang Focai cut the Dragon King of Yongning River at Shikou, as everyone knows, Lao Na did not deny it."

"But is there any direct connection between killing the Yongning River Dragon King and managing the Yongning River flood?"

"In those days, Master Wu of our temple managed the flood, and he did not arrest the culprit of the flood until Wang Buddha arrived at the Yongning River!"

Master Huiyuan sneered: "Forget it, what reason do you have to say to you, a stinky brat, you are not welcome in Yongning Temple, let's go!"

Li Xiuyuan said stubbornly: "Today the truth is revealed, I will never leave!"

Master Huiyuan snorted impatiently:"

Presumptuous, Buddhist holy land, how can you be a place where you can play tricks!"

"If you don't leave again, don't blame the old man for being rude!"

Master Huiyuan shouted violently, and sacrificed a golden bowl in his hand, covering Li Xiuyuan and Liu Lao.

The majestic Buddha's power in the relic realm was suppressed, causing Li Xiuyuan to despair in an instant.

Chapter 164 Buddhism in the world, there are also scum! 【For collection】

"Boom"

Buddha's mighty golden bowl collided with the tattered fan.

As soon as they touched it, the fan was fine, but the golden bowl shook violently and flew out.

I saw the golden bowl going straight through the glazed roof of the Daxiong Hall in the distance, submerging into the sky, turning into a cross: golden light, flickering, and disappearing into the sky.

"This......"

The sudden change made Master Huiyuan stunned, and he did not return to his senses for a long time.

The next moment, his face changed greatly! Because of the golden bowl, he was cut off from himself! In other words, the golden bowl was fanned too far and flew to a place where Master Huiyuan couldn't sense it.

"How could it be possible that you cast some magic trick!!"

Master Huiyuan showed mixed shock and doubt, and stared at Li Xiuyuan and the Po Wu and Pu Fan in his hands.

After confirming again and again, Li Xiuyuan did not have the slightest cultivation base.

Broken Five, Pu Fan is just an ordinary Broken Five, Pu Fan.