Leiyin Temple is authentic in the world, who dares to mess with it?

Soon, this phenomenon was almost known to everyone, and more and more people came to watch the fun, but no one dared to enter and exit the library anymore, and they were all waiting by their side to watch the changes.

Such a strange situation naturally attracted the attention of people in the library. Feng Lingzhu and others raised their eyebrows and immediately walked out.

They are already considered regular visitors in the library. When Su Yu is not here, they will naturally help.

"Hey, monk, what are you doing at this door? Either go in or leave." Faced with malice, Feng Lingzhu's attitude naturally would not be good, so she spoke directly.

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together, "Little monk Huiming, is the female donor the owner?"

"No." Feng Lingzhu shook her head, "What's the matter with you? I can convey it on my behalf."

She thought of fooling the monk away first.

"I'm afraid this matter cannot be conveyed by the female donor." Huiming lowered his eyebrows and continued, "The Buddhist scriptures in this library belong to Leiyin Temple, and the young monk came here to pick it up this time."

Wow!

His words made the faces of the onlookers change suddenly, and they all stared wide and their eyes were full of strange faces.

Feng Lingzhu also frowned slightly and said coldly: "Then do you have any evidence?"

"The Buddhist scriptures are exclusive to Leiyin Temple. The little monk noticed that all the Buddhist scriptures inside were lost by my Leiyin Temple before. I don't know what means to be possessed by Dawangshan." Huiming's voice remained unchanged, as if he was talking about something for granted.

"It's a joke! What you said is yours is yours?" Feng Lingzhu was so angry that she sneered.

"Amitabha, it seems that the female donor cannot make the decision, so I will ask the owner to come out." Huiming stood there and said no more.

"Monk, do you all like you in Leiyin Temple? Do you like to take advantage of tricks?" Feng Lingzhu's eyes were filled with coldness, "Don't blame me for not leaving if I don't leave!"

However, the monk still said nothing, as if he had been petrified, turning a deaf ear.

"Die monk, will you go?" Feng Lingzhu was extremely angry.

There is still silence.

"Okay, then don't blame me!" Feng Lingzhu turned his wrist and the pitch-black fire stick immediately appeared in his hand. A black light flashed and enveloped Huiming.

When Wumang was about to touch Huiming, the Buddha's light suddenly shone brightly on his body, and a dazzling amount rose. This golden light was different from other golden lights. It was not only not dazzling, but even gave people a warm feeling.

The black light melted instantly like ice and snow meeting water.

"Amitabha!" Huiming recited the Buddha's words, and his face suddenly became sacred, and he spoke: "There is such an evil thing on the female donor's body. It seems that he has become a demon. For the sake of worldly peace, I must save it!"

Then, the Buddha's light on his body became even more intense, and he slapped out his palm at Feng Lingzhu.

The golden giant palm was cast like pure gold, extremely solid, cutting through the sky and whistling with an extremely bitter aura!

Feng Lingzhu just had a random blow, just trying to knock the monk away, but he never thought that the monk had such a heavy hand when he made a move. He was shocked and had no time to turn the fire stick to his chest.

boom!

Her figure shook and she took nearly ten steps back. She felt her mouth sweet, blood overflowing, and her face was a little pale.

"Die monk, don't you monks pay attention to compassion? You are so serious about taking action?" Feng Lingzhu's eyes were full of anger.

"Amitabha, everyone can kill him. I am practicing the way for heaven, and I do not have the intention of being kind and ruthless." He muttered something, pretending to be sad, and looked like the people were suffering.

As soon as he finished speaking, he actually slapped another palm, without any intention of mercy on the slightest, full of murderous intent.

"Die monk, you are looking for death!"

The others in the Eastern Wilderness Kingdom were immediately angry, and their spiritual power burst out instantly, helping Feng Lingzhu take over this palm.

"You are with the evil demons, and I hope you will turn back as soon as possible!" Huiming advised earnestly.

"You are the devil, your whole family is the devil!" Yan Yang cursed directly.

"Since you are willing to fall, I can only save you together..."

The momentum around him suddenly became enormous, and the whole person actually gave people a sense of sacredness. In the eyes of everyone, his body gradually became bigger, as if there was a big Buddha in front of him. At the same time, behind the monk, a phantom of the Buddha slowly appeared, majestic.

"This is the golden body of Buddha in Leiyin Temple, so strong!"

"It is rumored that the monks in Leiyin Temple are jealous of evil and cannot tolerate any evil in their eyes. It seems that this is true!"

"Hahaha, everyone is not a three-year-old child. If you have such a great reputation, don't believe it. This monk has been taking action from beginning to end!"

"I have heard that although Leiyin Temple has not come out much, it is domineering. Today, I see it well and I will not give you any face to Donghuang Kingdom!"

...

Everyone was talking and amazed. The monks in Leiyin Temple rarely had any road surfaces, and now they saw the natural wonders.

"Blood-swallowing!"

Feng Lingzhu gritted her teeth, and her eyes suddenly became weird. In his hand, the blood-red beads on the fire stick suddenly lit up, and the blood light was overwhelming, and a wave of evil spirit soared into the sky. This power was extremely strange, which scared everyone and her hair stood up.

"Sure enough, I've been deeply enchanted, especially the evil soldier, who will conquer it today and eliminate one of the harms!"

Huiming's palm was filled with dazzling light, and it was vaguely visible, with a word "博" in it.

The word "南" flipped rapidly, and finally broke away from the palm of the palm. It condensed for the essence and became larger and larger in the void. In the end, it seemed to cover the sky and the sun, pressing towards the Feng Lingzhu!

"It's the Buddhist country in the palm of the palm of the Buddhist country! This monk's strength is much higher than that of Feng Lingzhu." Another exclaimed.

The warriors cultivate the original world, while the monks in Leiyin Temple practice the Buddha's kingdom, and they will live in a flower and a world of grass, and use their own palms as their country and the world of their own city.

The monk Su Yu had seen in the sea of ​​suffering before had used this trick of the Buddha's kingdom in his palm.

In other words, this monk is a middle-level god, and is a great level higher than Feng Lingzhu.

The blood light and the golden light touched each other, and the two were in a stalemate, but soon, the Buddha light in the sky completely overwhelmed the blood light. The hot pot was strong, but there was no way to do anything in the case of huge differences in strength.

Feng Lingzhu's face suddenly turned pale, sweat flowed on her body, and she trembled violently, obviously with great pressure.

The word "南" was pressed straight towards the fire stick, and finally merged into the blood bead, like a seal.

"This kind of evil thing disturbs people's minds. In order to prevent the female donor from continuing to be harmed by it, I will accept it on my behalf and suppress it forever. The female donor does not need to be grateful." He spoke with a high sound, looking compassionate. Then he held his five fingers and the fire stick immediately broke away from Feng Lingzhu's control and flew towards him...
Chapter completed!