Wei Dayong didn't know anything about Liang Yilong's past, so he didn't say much.

He ignored what the other party said about his fellow apprentices and said lukewarmly: "Are you going to attend the Dharma conference?"

The corners of Liang Yilong's lips curled up, and he smiled softly: "Master has not been out of the mountain for many years. How can I just sit back and watch when he comes down to hold such a grand ceremony? So, senior brother, I also prepared 50 yuan. Although the money is not much, it is still a good deal.

My thoughts are with the victims."

Wei Dayong refused to listen. When he heard this, he became very angry and sneered repeatedly: "A cat cries and a mouse pretends to be compassionate. If you don't come out to harm the victims, you are already nothing."

"you--"

The falcon-headed halberd pointed at Wei Dayong, and he was about to hit him.

Although Wei Dayong was afraid of him, he raised his hand and grabbed the finger that the other party extended, and pulled it back.

With their fingers connected to their hearts, the patient's head hurt, and he almost burst into tears on the spot. His arm suddenly retracted, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand.

Unexpectedly, Wei Dayong's hands were like iron pliers. It was fine that his head could not move, but when he moved, his fingers felt like they were about to break.

Wei Dayong put a little more force on his hands, and the entire body of Liao Litou followed his movements, completely losing the ability to resist.

This was because Wei Dayong's men showed mercy.

After all, Liang Yilong mentioned that he had studied under his master, and Wei Dayong was not an unreasonable person. He would not do anything rashly without the explicit instruction of his master.

This time, the fingers he used to hold the scabies seemed to be very strong, but in fact, Liang Yilong was already showing mercy under his hands.

Otherwise, the index finger with the dysentery head would have been long gone.

"Don't be rude to me!"

Liang Yilong shouted loudly, scolding his men, and took a step forward to reach out, seemingly to separate the two of them, but in fact, his palms had already been bent into claws, grabbing the veins on Wei Dayong's wrist.

Wei Dayong recognized at a glance that what the other party was using was his master's secret skill——

"Mantis Claw"!

It seems that Liang Yilong did not lie, he did stay in Kongming Temple.

Liang Yilong's attack angle was extremely tricky and his speed was extremely fast. Wei Dayong did not dare to be careless, so he gave up his fist and showed his right claw.

Mantis claw versus mantis claw!

Moreover, it is the same move!

"boom!"

The two iron claws collided together.

Wei Dayong's body swayed slightly, then stabilized his figure.

Liang Yilong, on the other hand, took three steps back in a row, and was blocked by his own men before he regained his footing.

Liang Yilong originally wanted to give Wei Dayong a showdown, so he used five or six points of strength, thinking that the other party was holding on to the plague, and if he responded hastily, he would probably suffer some small losses under his claws.

Unexpectedly, Wei Dayong's adaptability was so good that he caught Liang Yilong's moves in the blink of an eye and shocked him back several steps.

With only one meeting, the martial arts of both sides can be judged.

"Hahaha……"

Liang Yilong did not get angry and did not continue to attack. Instead, he laughed heartily: "As expected of my junior brother, he is really powerful! Master must be overjoyed to have you as his disciple. I will definitely discipline these subordinates of mine strictly from now on.

Let them do evil things."

He paused and changed the topic: "It's getting late, it's only right that we don't waste time here and rush to the Holy Water Temple."

Wei Dayong couldn't figure out Liang Yilong's origins, and didn't want to hang out with him, so as not to cause trouble when he saw the master, so he said expressionlessly: "I have something else to do, and I want to stay here for a while."

Liang Yilong didn't bother: "Okay, let's take the first step."

With a wave of his hand, he led a group of young people and walked away.

Zhenyuan, who had been left alone without a chance to interrupt, looked at the retreating figures of the group and asked: "Brother, who is that guy? What happened to him?"

Wei Dayong shook his head: "I'm not sure either. Everything will come to light when I see Master later."

"Then why don't we go with them?"

Wei Dayong patted his bald head gently: "You! Stop talking and get on the road with me!"

Zhenyuan touched his bald head and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You don't hit people on the head, you don't expose their shortcomings when you scold them..."

Wei Dayong's eyes widened: "What are you talking about? What are you fighting for?"

Zhenyuan: "I didn't say why I hit you. You misunderstood. It means 'big', not 'hit'. What I said is: adults don't care about the faults of small people."

Wei Dayong did not try to expose him and walked towards the Shengshui Temple.

Zhenyuan hurriedly followed.

At this moment, the "Auspicious Lantern Prayer Assembly" is being held solemnly in the Holy Water Temple.

The place was overcrowded.

From outside the mountain gate to the entrance of the main hall, people were standing everywhere.

The guests watching the ceremony filled the entire square in front of the main hall, and those who could not squeeze into the temple blocked the entrance.

What was just a Buddhist meeting almost turned into a temple fair.

In order to maintain order, Shengshui Temple had to send several Zhike monks to stand at the gate of the temple to control the number of people entering the temple.

Master Jingyun of Kongming Temple and Master Changlong of Shengshui Temple jointly presided over this Dharma assembly.

The two first led hundreds of monks and lay people to sit on futons and recite Buddhist sutras and mantras together. Some devout believers in the square also lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, following the master's recitation.

The sound of the Great Compassion Mantra resounded over the temple:

"Namohe Ladana, Duo Layeye, Namo Ajuye, Brahmakarta, Shuobo Laye..."

The bronze bell on the bell tower immediately rang ninety-nine and eighty-one times, and the loud sound of the bell spread for several miles, melodious and long-lasting.

After the chanting, the two principals looked at each other, stood up together, took the lotus lantern from the hands of the governor monk, and held it in the palm of their hands.

The Buddhist lotus lantern is similar in shape to the lotus throne of Buddha and Bodhisattva, implying wisdom, light, peace and luck.

The two principals each held a lotus lantern and walked around the temple. They continued to chant sutras as they walked, praying that the deceased who died in the flood would rest in peace, and that the Buddha and Bodhisattvas would bless the victims.

All the monks and laymen followed closely behind.

Wei Dayong and Zhenyuan passed through the mountain gate. Before they could reach the temple gate, they saw Liang Yilong and his gang arguing with the Zhike monk who was guarding the gate.

It turned out that Liang Yilong and others wanted to force their way into the main hall, but the number of people in the temple exceeded expectations, and the monk Zhike refused to let them go.

Although Liang Yilong was arrogant and domineering on the road, he also knew that he was not allowed to be arrogant here and now, so he said a few nice words and wanted to ask the other party to be accommodating.

The monk who knew the guest was unmoved.

Liang Yilong said angrily: "I am a lay disciple of Master Jingyun. You actually turned me away. It is really rude."

Looking at Liang Yilong's appearance, several governor monks exchanged glances with each other, and they all felt that this man seemed to have evil intentions and could not be Master Jingyun's disciple.

A governor monk on the other side gave a salute and said: "Donor, please calm down. Master Jingyun is presiding over the Dharma conference, and it is inconvenient for us to go and disturb him. I also ask the donor to tell his name. When the Dharma meeting comes to an end, I will go and report to Master Ming.

Only with his permission can we release it."

"Okay, then you can report it to my master and ask his disciple Liang Yilong to come and pay homage to his old man."

At this time, Wei Dayong and Zhenyuan also came to the door of the temple. Wei Dayong stepped forward, clasped his hands together and bowed to the monks who knew the guest: "Emi Tofu! Brothers, the young monks Zhenyong and Zhenyuan are from Songshan Kongming Temple.

, please see our master, Master Jingyun."
Chapter completed!