Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 362: Give me one death

Seeing King Ming's image disappearing bit by bit like sand, the monks in the entire Daming Temple widened their eyes with horror, and at the same time felt a sense of fear.

The three old monks continued to kowtow in the direction where the statue of King Ming dispersed. All the monks, regardless of fear or not, just silently recited the Sutra of King Ming.

It wasn't until King Ming's body had completely dispersed that the three old monks raised their heads, turned to face Ji Yuan, and bowed respectfully to perform Buddhist rituals.

"Well done, Daming King Buddha, Immortal Chief, Daming Temple monks..."

Ji Yuan nodded slightly towards the old monk.

"Don't worry, abbot, Ji will ensure that all the masters are safe."

Although the sound was not loud, it was so gentle that every hesitant or confused monk could hear it clearly in the Daming Temple area beside the boat.

What to say to whom? Ji Yuan told King Ming before that he had a sense of proportion whether he was present or not with Lord Lu Shan, but most of these monks were obviously frightened. What Ji Yuan wanted to hear most was that now if.

While speaking, Ji Yuan also looked at Jueming who was not far away. To put it bluntly, except for the shaved head, the change of the former Zhao Long’s Jueming was the smallest among the nine knights back then. Compared with the maintenance The proper Luo Ningshuang is even younger.

Well, although Jueming looks like a middle-aged monk, to be honest, in Ji Yuan's memory, Zhao Long also looked very anxious back then. He was obviously in his early twenties, but he looked the same back then as he does now. Almost, a middle-aged appearance.

Even now, Jueming is still reciting sutras. He is not reciting sutras just because the statue of King Ming has turned into soil and sand like other monks around him. The huge commotion of the confrontation between various magical powers such as Fa did not affect him.

The power of King Ming from his body is still slowly flowing out, but it just emerged from the river. Now it is only a trickle, and the direction of the drift is only to disperse into the Daming Temple, because the statue of King Ming sitting on the ground is gone.

While Ji Yuan was observing Monk Jueming carefully, Mr. Lu Shanjun over there had stood up again.

Previously, King Ming’s method of suppressing mountains and subduing demons was really powerful. In the end, the mountain turned from virtual to solid, and it was really a thousand giant peaks pressing on the top. It was irresistible. If it was just Lu Shanjun himself, he would be smashed to the bottom of the mountain in an instant and he would not die. They would also be seriously injured, and there would be two golden armored warriors working together to help, but they would still almost be crushed to the ground.

Fortunately, in the next moment, the fairy sword showed its sharpness and split the giant mountain transformed by Buddhism.

At this moment, Lu Shanjun looked sideways at the two golden-armored warriors beside him. The two warriors were extremely tall at the moment, but their red faces looked solemn. The golden armor's light was not dazzling, and the yellow scarves were floating in front of and behind them. Blowing in the wind, the hammer arm just stood there, bringing a depressing power to the eyes.

Seeing that the powerful man was not moving, Lu Shanjun shook his hair and jumped on the other side of the mountain hundreds of feet away. With the evil spirit that had already restrained a lot, he easily crossed an arc, and then landed very gently on the Daming Temple. The square that was already in a mess fell just a dozen feet behind Ji Yuan.

After landing, the huge monster body gradually shrank in the foggy light, and finally transformed into a young man wearing a light yellow moiré robe.

Lu Shanjun bowed respectfully towards Ji Yuan.

"Lu Shanjun has met Mr.!"

Ji Yuan took his eyes away from Jueming, turned around and nodded to Lu Shanjun.

"If it hadn't been for the incarnation of King Ming, I wouldn't have appeared today, so just pretend I'm not here."

"Yes!"

After Lu Shanjun agreed, he put away his gift, glanced at the surrounding monks, then glanced at the three helpless old monks, and finally looked at Zhao Long, who was still chanting sutras.

He didn't ask Ji Yuan whether he should let Zhao Long go, or even said any unnecessary words. Lu Shanjun knew the character of his mentor very well, and he said it all, so he didn't have any thoughts of changing his plan.

Nowadays, apart from the gentle sound of the wind and the sound of Zhao Long chanting sutras, the entire temple seems even quieter. Lu Shanjun, Ji Yuan, and all the monks are just waiting quietly.

It wasn't until a long time passed that Monk Jueming no longer had the power of King Ming flowing out of him, and the continuous sound of chanting sutras stopped.

Monk Jueming opened his eyes, turned his gaze, and saw that the temple square was in a mess. But except for the square, this temple where he had lived for many years had not suffered much damage. Most of the places were intact. There are some tiles.

Standing up, Jueming looked around, but did not find the huge monster. Instead, he saw Ji Yuan at a glance. After being stunned for a moment, he asked with some uncertainty.

"Are you...Mr. Ji?"

Ji Yuan smiled and nodded gently at him.

"Should I call you Zhao Long or Master Jueming?"

"Sir, you can call him whatever you want..."

Facing Ji Yuan, Jueming was still a little ashamed. After saying this, he wanted to salute, but because of his habits over the years, he subconsciously put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

Then he raised his head and saw the strange man not far behind Ji Yuan. When their eyes met, Jueming vaguely understood that this must be Mr. Lu Shan.

Lu Shanjun took a few steps forward and walked to Jueming.

No monk will stop him now, even the three old monks not far away have closed their eyes.

"Zhao Long, have you changed your mind?"

The middle-aged monk in front of him exhaled a long breath and answered the question unreasonably.

"I'm not a courageous person. I can't take up what I should take, and I can't let go of what I should put down. I don't know what to choose in terms of fame and fortune. I sit in meditation without understanding the Buddhist principles. I have decided on the fate of life and death many years ago. It’s so tiring that the monastery is in such a state, this life is ridiculous!”

Jueming showed a wry smile and felt relieved. He bowed to Lu Shanjun in Buddhist salute and spoke as a monk.

"Donor Lu, please give me a life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jueming bent down at a ninety-degree angle and did not stand up.

The breeze blew through the temple, and the entire Xiaoliang Mountain was very quiet.

Lu Shanjun took a few steps closer, straightened his sleeves, and bowed to Monk Jueming with his hands clasped together.

This scene was frozen in the eyes of the entire Daming Temple monks and in front of Ji Yuan's eyes for a few breaths. Then Lu Shanjun straightened up, and a yellow-black shadow that blocked the light filled his body, and the shadow finally turned into A huge mouth.

Monk Jueming raised his head, held his breath and opened his eyes wide, watching the **** mouth getting bigger and bigger, then his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Many monks who were still in a daze trembled in their hearts, watching the monster's giant mouth swallow Jueming in one go. In addition to the inevitable fright, they also had some special insights in their hearts.

The three old monks opened their eyes at this moment, and after saying "Sure", they lowered their heads and chanted sutras again.

Ji Yuan glanced at them and murmured in a low voice.

"Daming Temple is very lucky."

A little further away, two golden-armored warriors had crossed the outer wall of the temple and walked into the square. Their bodies had returned to their normal state, although they were still several rounds larger than ordinary people.

Ji Yuan now has a total of six golden armored warriors in his hand. After the initial three days of Gang and three earth evils were used to refine these six, Ji Yuan felt that it was enough, so he did not increase the number, but chose to When you have time, incorporate more pieces of paper bit by bit with greater energy.

If you only pursue quantity, how can these two powerful men be as powerful as they are today.

However, no matter how much the quality is improved, the essence of the golden armored warrior remains the same. At this moment, he walked up to Ji Yuan in a hurry and bowed in a very formal way.

"Your Majesty!"

The voice is calm, the expression is indifferent, and there is no ups and downs. He truly ignores everyone.

Salutes to Ji Yuan, but Lu Shanjun stands on one left and one on the right, obviously still following the previous order.

Lu Shanjun looked at the two warriors a few times. If he had not had a certain understanding of the golden armored warriors and knew that the golden armored warriors actually had no emotions, he might have thought that these two warriors were arrogant.

"Master Abbot, Daming Temple destroyed a Zen room, a corner of the courtyard wall, and also destroyed a square. I, the two warriors, have no other advantages, but they have such strength, why don't we help you together? How about rebuilding the temple?”

The abbot of Daming Temple looked up at the two golden-armored warriors beside Ji Yuan. The latter also glanced at the old monk because of Ji Yuan's words.

In the eyes of the old monk, the postures of the two warriors were almost the same. Not to mention turning around, they did not even move their heads. They raised their heads and looked sideways without blinking or turning their eyes. The feeling of contempt was extremely strong. At the same time, It also brings a stronger sense of psychological oppression.

Seeing the word "unwilling" almost written on the strong man's face, how dare the old monk not be wise.

"Thank you for the kindness of the Immortal. Our Daming Temple has not been seriously damaged. It has been slightly damaged. The monks will repair it as a daily practice. It will be restored in less than half a month. I won't bother the two divine generals."

Ji Yuan looked at the golden armored warrior, shook his head and said nothing more. He still couldn't talk about the warrior's secret in front of outsiders.

"In that case, Ji will leave first."

Seeing that Ji Yuan was leaving, Lu Shanjun was also a little nervous.

"Sir, where are you going? You came here to help me because you thought I was in trouble?"

As he asked this, Ji Yuan didn't want to say that he was following him all the way. Then Lu Shanjun might not be able to let go of his hands later.

"I was overseas before, and I know that you have changed your form. Come back and see me. I still have something to do, so go ahead and come to me after you finish what you should do."

As he spoke, the two golden-armored warriors turned into two streams of light and flew into Ji Yuan's sleeves. Others could not even see clearly that they were two paper figures.

Lu Shanjun bowed his hands in salute and said "Yes!", watching Ji Yuan ascending into the sky on the clouds, he couldn't help shouting again.

"Sir!"

"Huh?"

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The latter groped around on his body, and except for some gold and silver coins, he only found out a dried leaf bag. In desperation, he could only take a few steps closer and handed the dried leaf bag to Ji Yuan. .

"Sir... you can use it to make tea..."

"Hahahahaha... I am determined."

Ji Yuan took the small bag of wolfberry and walked away with a smile. While Lu Shanjun looked a little disappointed, he also felt a lot more relaxed. At least his mentor didn't have any objections to his actions.

Looking around again, as soon as Ji Yuan left, these monks obviously became extremely nervous.

"Haha, masters, I have been offended before. Lu destroyed a Zen room and a wall in the outer courtyard. As for the square, it was the hand of Sitting King Ming."

As he spoke, Mr. Lu Shan took out at least ten taels of silver ingots from his arms and handed them to the abbot of Daming Temple.

"This is compensation, please accept it, Master Abbot."

"No, no, no, we will repair it ourselves, there is no need for compensation from Donor Lu..."

The old monk immediately refused, and Lu Shanjun said it again in a more serious tone.

"Please, Fang, Zhang, Master, accept it!"

"This is so good, Ming King Buddha, thank you so much, Donor Lu!"

The old monk saw sweat on his forehead and did not dare to delay any longer. He took the silver and returned the favor.

"Well, I'm leaving. Maybe you can see Monk Jueming again in the future, so don't worry about it now."

After saying that, Lu Shanjun took off against the wind, flew out of Xiaoliang Mountain, looked back at Daming Temple, and then fled away.

It wasn't until a while later that the monks in Daming Temple took a deep breath.