"Sir, I will understand some Tubo language. This monk despises us for being so evil and tells us to go back." A side general came out and looked at the monk's bad eyes.

This general was the young general who had held the Immortal Sword before, but he saw that the young man was about thirty years old, and his qi and blood were baptized by the Immortal Sword Qi. In the future, as long as his mind and nature were passed, it would be no end to see that he was not damaged.

"This is one of the most powerful generals under my husband, called Luo Shixin." Zhang Xutuo introduced Zhang Bairen.

Luo Shixin?

Zhang Bairen suddenly became interested and looked up at the young man with his eyes.

"Have you seen the governor" Luo Shixin bowed his fists to Zhang Bairen respectfully, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes. This kid is not as old as himself, but he is already in a high position, deeply trusted by the emperor, and is awesome to all masters in the world. Even his own heads should be a little polite.

"You are polite!" Zhang Bairen replied with a tribute and praised: "General Luo has a good vision. General Luo's whole body is full of energy and blood. Seeing that the spirit is not damaged, you just need to understand the mind and nature."

"I have to thank the governor for his success," Luo Shixin said politely.

While the two of them were talking, they left the monk with a wise guest aside. Looking at the monk with a erect look gradually, Zhang Bairen looked at Luo Shixin: "What should you do in this situation?"

Luo Shixin smiled and said, "One of your hands beat him to death!"

"Swoosh!"

A strand of hair floated by, and it was as fast as lightning to pass through Zhike Monk's neck. This Zhike Monk was a great martial artist at least, but he didn't even have a chance to react. He would never have thought that Zhang Bairen would turn against him and kill people without hesitation.

"Bang"

The head was washed by blood and flew into the air. Zhike Monk subconsciously stepped towards Zhang Bairen.

The sword thread turned again, and instantly removed the Zhike Monk eight pieces and turned into a piece of meat.

"There are all the territory of the Great Sui Dynasty where the horse stepped on. This monk who knows how to intercept us without knowing his life or death?" Zhang Bairen smiled disdainfully and drove the horse up the steps and walked towards the temple.

Luo Shixin was stunned on the other side, but he didn't expect that Zhang Bairen was talking and laughing and killing people. He was so incomparable to his character.

"The donor killed someone in my temple, which would be too unwilling to see my Falan Temple." The sound in the temple was like a big bell and drum, deafening.

The soldiers behind Zhang Bairen's body had a disorder of blood and blood. They actually broke down and squatted on the ground with pale complexion.

"The Buddhist lion roar!" Zhang Xutuo said.

"You wait below, I will go in with the general." Looking at the Yangshen passing by in the sky, I knew that they were masters from a family, and looked at Zhang Xutuo, the two got off the horse and slowly headed towards Falan Temple.

The vermilion gate is five meters high and is neatly inlaid with golden rivets.

Each rivet has been sacrificed and refined by incense, and has been blessed by Taoist people and has been transformed into magic weapons.

This gate alone can block most of the masters in the world outside.

At this time, the vermilion gate was closed, and more than a dozen phantoms of the Yang God kept wandering, thinking about the way to break the door.

Zhang Bairen looked at Zhang Xutuo. Zhang Xutuo smiled and actually carried the stone lion weighing thousands of pounds in front of Falan Temple, and suddenly threw it at the gate and hit it.

"Clang!"

The dust shook and the door trembled, but there was no sign of opening.

"Formation" Zhang Xutuo stopped: "The rivets on the gate are formations, and I still don't do this thankless thing. I didn't expect that the Falan Temple has such ability. If we can obtain its inheritance and plunder its foundation, we will have hope in the future!"

Zhang Bairen looked at the people from the aristocratic family on the side: "Do you have a way to break the formation?"

Everyone shook their heads together and got together clearly and clearly distinguished with Zhang Bairen, and they didn't want to get involved at all.

"You are ruthless!" The eyes moved away from the Taoists. Zhang Bairen looked at the door. He had many ways to break the door. The four swords of Zhuxian were too useless. Jin Jian was also useless. After thinking about it, only the Sanyang Jin Crow and Jumang true body were suitable.

The three-yang golden crows are now sleeping in the Sun Star. If you can not move, don’t move them, so as not to make any unpredictable mistakes. After thinking about it, the only thing that can be moved is the only way to Jumang’s true body.

But he saw a clear air around him, and a delicate finger that was as delicate as white jade slowly pointed out and landed on the door.

Jumang's vitality flowed, and the gate fluctuated slightly. The old tree actually started to take root and sprout again when it was spring. The rivets on the door were squeezed out bit by bit by bit by bit by the rooted gate.

The gate takes root and repetitive vitality.

"I can't give way to me quickly," Zhang Bairen said calmly.

The big branches twisted, revealing a small door that could accommodate one person.

"Swoosh!"

Although the people from the aristocratic families were afraid of Zhang Bairen's magical powers, they were not slow and had already entered the temple first.

Zhang Bairen didn't care about everyone's preemptiveness. The sect was in his own hands. These people got the benefits but couldn't get out. Shouldn't they just hand over the benefits?

He walked into the gate slowly, but saw that the monks in Falan Temple were already waiting for the battle and opened a formation outside the Main Hall.

First, the 108 Heavenly Gang Earth Demon Subduing Demons. After the Demon Subduing Demons, the 18 bronze man formation was the 108th bronze formation.

The abbot of Falan Temple led several junior brothers to stand in front of the 108 Demon Subduing Formation, with no sorrow or joy, and his eyes were full of indifference, as if he was beyond life and death.

"Amitabha!" The abbot said the Buddha's name and said it was the pure Chinese language in the Central Plains.

"The donors forced their way into my Falan Temple for no reason, but I don't know what's going on? Falan Temple is transcendent and does not contaminate the world. Please don't mess with this Pure Land of Buddhism." The monk's beard turned white and hung to his chest.

"It is said that Falan Temple has the supreme embroidered hand seal of the ancient Buddhist scriptures. We ask for a look!" The Yangshen ancestor of the Wang family's eyes were full of fanaticism, and his words revealed the will of the natural meaning.

"Amitabha, the true scriptures are priceless, and the Dharma is not passed on lightly! If the donor wants to watch the ancient Buddha's inheritance in my Falan Temple, he still needs to take out equal treasures to seek the true scriptures. It is said that the heavenly scriptures of Master Nan Tiandao are good!" The abbot was not anxious and did not see any anger.

"Monk, you are looking for death! You have to find out the situation in front of you. Now that the imperial army is approaching, the order of Falan Temple to turn into ruins is only a matter of thought. You dare to negotiate terms with us." The ancestor of the Wang family was filled with murderous intent.

"Just! When will you and others represent the orthodox court? Our court army is the army of the Celestial Empire, how can you do something to break the door? Where did you come from? You dare to talk nonsense in front of me? I don't remember what you have to do with the court?" Before the abbot could speak, Zhang Bairen scolded me directly.

Slap in the face! This is a crackling slap in the face! The ancestor Yang Shen of the Wang family trembled slightly, and shouted with great strength: "Zhang! Bai! Ren!"

"Master, such evil and crooked ways dare to be presumptuous in Buddhist territory. How can the monk tolerate such evil and crooked ways? Why don't you quickly take it away?" Zhang Bairen looked at the abbot of Falan Temple.

Seeing the internal strife of the group, a strange light flashed in the abbot of Falan Temple, and he respectfully bowed to Zhang Bairen: "What the governor taught him is that the monk will take action to subdue the demon!"

Speaking of this, the abbot looked at the five masters of Yangshen from the aristocratic families: "Since you are coveting the true Buddha handprints of my Falan Temple, the monk is not a stingy person. As long as you can escape from the monk's hands, the true Buddha handprints will be presented to the monk with both hands."

After saying that, he didn't give the five people a chance to speak. He saw his right hand stretching out, the void seemed to collapse, and the heaven and earth shrank under this palm. The space was constantly twisting, and he saw that the five Yang Shen Zhenren were actually grabbed into his palm and imprisoned in his palm. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not escape from the smallest.

Looking at the five powerful men flying in Monk Flan's palm, Zhang Bairen and Zhang Xutuo were both stunned.

Is this the ancient true Buddha's great hand seal?

"The governor laughed at me." The monk from Falan Temple bowed.

Zhang Bairen and Zhang Xutuo looked at each other, and it seemed that this monk was not easy to mess with.

"Since the monk has captured five people, let him be reincarnated and reincarnated." Zhang Bairen said without changing his expression. He had Jin Jian in his hand and was not afraid of the monk's methods.

Monk Faming bowed: "This is the right thing to say, and the monk will definitely save him in the future."
Chapter completed!