Wang Lin followed Wuyan all the way forward, passed by the small square behind the door, and walked forward to the lobby.

There were not many monks passing by along the way. Many people showed strange eyes when they saw Wuyan and Wang Lin, and were curious about why these two people could come in without being informed.

Some people who have seen Wuyan before will respectfully greet each other and slow down, and wait until Wuyan and Wang Lin walk in front of each other before they follow.

This caused the people who went to the lobby to be divided into two waves. At first, the people who didn’t know Wuyan went to the front, and afterwards, they would automatically fall behind Wuyan a few steps.

Because the distance between the two waves of people in the front and back was too large, the people inside also knew the situation outside. Before Wuyan and the others arrived at the lobby, the people inside had already come out to greet them.

The leader was an old man with wrinkles on his face, and his red-haired cassock had occasional loopholes, but they were very clean. A dragon-headed crutch was scattered smoothly, just like the Buddhist beads that were constantly plucking on his other hand.

"You are back." The old monk's voice was already old and weak, but his eyes emitted a bright light, and his excitement was hard to express.

"Well, I'm here." Wuyan also trembled slightly when she saw her looking in front of her.

This old man is the host of Lanjia Temple. He has taken office with an old body and has been in office for thirty years.

When the monks saw the host in this shape, their curiosity about Wuyan became even worse.

"Where is this master from? Why is the host so respectful to him?" Finally someone whispered.

"Because this is also his home." An insider replied in a low voice.

Everyone nearby who heard this answer was silent, mainly because many people had never seen Wu Yan. Even the legend was not mentioned.

Wuyan often comes to Lanjia Temple, and it has been almost forty years since the last time she came back.

"He looks much smaller than the host..."

"It may not be true when you see it. In front of him, the seniority is still ten generations away!"

All the monks were whispering, even though they were paying attention to the tone, they were still so clear in the host and Wuyan's ears.

"I'm sorry, every time you come back, this is the case. The younger generations don't know you anymore." The host said apologetically with helpless expression.

"I'm sorry to you. If I had..." Wuyan said halfway through sighing and shook his head. Many things were not something that could be said just by wanting to say.

"It's like this tonight, so it's not convenient to talk about it. Your room is still kept for you. It's been cleaned every day for forty years." Haihui's host's voice was soft, and he glanced at the monks and said helplessly.

"Okay, you can arrange things first. I will come to see you tomorrow." Wuyan nodded.

"No, I'll come to see you tomorrow." Wuyan said this, but Haihui did not dare to do so and immediately refused.

"Wuen, take the ancestor to the Buddhist temple." Haihui ordered a young monk behind him to say.

"It's the one you clean every day." Finally, he reminded.

Before Wuen asked, Haihui told him the address. Wuen came to Wuyan and Wang Lin and looked at him curiously, then clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Ancestor...Master, follow me."

Wuen and Wujiao are both the latest generation of disciples. They only entered the temple for five years. I had never heard of the legend of Wuyan, but suddenly a ancestor came, which was difficult for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm working hard." Wuyan smiled and nodded and thanked.

After Wuyan and Wang Lin left with Wuen, Haihui's happy face was still there. "Come in." Haihui turned around and took the monks into the lobby.

The lobby is very large, with a huge stone Buddha statue in the middle. In front of the statue is a table for worship, and nine eternal lamps are lit on it.

Hai Hui sat on the cushion in front of the Buddha statue. The monk Adventure sat down in circles around the Buddha statue. After about a hundred people sat down, the Buddha statue shone with light, and the room suddenly became hazy, and the space gathered and changed. The monks did not move, but looked like they were arranged randomly by a pair of big hands.

When everything became clearer, the walls of the house were no longer visible. Only a huge stone Buddha statue towering into the clouds was left where the monks were located. Haihui sat cross-legged in front of the statue, while the rest of the monks sat in front of Haihui.

The world is bright, just like the afternoon in summer, the temperature is suitable and the sun is shining.

However, none of the monks made a marvelous sound at this. They had obviously experienced this kind of scene. They looked at Haihui with their expressions focused, waiting for his instruction.

"You have also felt the looseness of the seal recently?" Hai Hui looked ahead and said in a serious tone.

"Host, there are often things that the seal is loose. Is there anything special this time?" asked the monk below.

Lanjia Temple cleans up the demons in the seal every five to ten years, and the seals often appear to be loose during intervals. At the beginning, generations of people were extremely nervous when the seals were loose, for fear that the demons would break the seal in one fell swoop and cause harm to the world.

People nowadays have become accustomed to it, and the seal is almost loosened, and then they are reinforced.

"In my senses, this time the seal was loose and escaped a wisp of demonic energy. When Wujiao was by my side, I asked Wujiao to go and investigate. Later, Xiaolu volunteered to help, and now they are back. Let him tell us the situation." After Haihui said that, she signaled to Wujiao.

Wu Jiao, not far from Haihui, stood up and saluted Haihui and the monks below and said in deep fear: "I originally thought it was just a wisp of ordinary demonic energy that overflowed, but I just wanted to purify it so as not to cause bad consequences. But everything is not that simple."

The monks below showed doubts. With the strength of the realm of the Jiaodi Monk and the existence of the five-colored spiritual deer and the realm of the demon, even if a demon race escaped, it could be easily done. How could a wisp of demonic energy be frightened?

"That wisp of demonic energy is like wisdom. From the beginning, it seemed as if I knew I was chasing it. Just as I used the Golden Light Curse to purify it, it suddenly merged with the rat in the grass. The rat became as big as the earth dragon and was much stronger than me."

"I knew I was careless after the first strike, but it was too late to escape."

"Only the border guards retreated, they still lost their combat effectiveness at the edge of the Houshui River. Fortunately, Master Lu arrived in time, otherwise he would not be able to come back this time..." After Wu Jiao said that, he saw many brothers aiming at him, and he didn't look like he was injured.

"Then it was Master Lu who suppressed that wisp of demonic energy later?" someone couldn't help asking.

"I don't know this. After I woke up, I was with the master and junior brother just now. According to that junior brother, I was rescued by them. As for whether the demonic energy was suppressed by Master Lu, I didn't see it." Wu Jiao's eyes were sloppy and he pretended to be calm. He would never say that he had ridden Master Lu.

"Ahem... Wujiao, that person will be called Master in the future. As for that guy, let's talk about his relationship with Master tomorrow." Haihui quickly interrupted Wujiao's words. Wujiao had never seen Wuyan and missed the discussions that everyone outside the lobby just now.

"Then why haven't I seen it before..." Wu Jiao muttered in a low voice.

"He is also a generation of Wu." Hai Hui's voice was majestic and solemn.

"Host, I know I'm wrong." Wu Jiao was surprised. He didn't expect that he would meet such a powerful person. He was surprised and even more excited.

"Xiaolu has told me that the devil was solved by the master. Xiaolu's strength is still not worth mentioning in front of him." Haihui said.

"Host, that demonic energy is the Demon God Blood Dove!" Wu Jiao finally remembered this, and as he spoke before, he almost forgot this.

The monks were shocked in an instant, and a flash of light flashed in Hai Hui's eyes. A demon god had already been born!

The five-colored spiritual deer did not say this when he told Hai Hui before. It was mainly because when Wuyan appeared, the five-colored spiritual deer relaxed instantly, which caused it to lose its mind for a long time. It just happened to miss the conversation between Wuyan and the demon god Blood Dove!
Chapter completed!