Luzhou looked up at the little novice monk and said concisely:

"I inform your abbot that I have any matters about Fakong and discuss with him."

The little novice monk didn't know the name of Master Fakong. He was a master of Jiuye Karma Fire in Xueyang Temple. His face changed slightly and he said, "Please wait for a moment, donors."

The little shaman flew all the way back to Xueyang Temple.

After passing through several Buddha gardens, he came to the Buddha garden where the abbot was and stood outside the door: "Abbot, there is an old donor at the foot of the mountain asking for a visit, saying that he was asking you to talk about Master Fakong."

The room was silent for a while before the sound came out:

"Dharma Hun has passed away, why bother to ask this donor to see him."

"yes."

The little novice returned to the bottom of the mountain.

Repost the abbot's order to Luzhou.

When Xiao Yuaner heard this, she was about to get angry, Luzhou raised his hand to stop him and said indifferently: "I have to go up the mountain myself."

He ignored the attitude of the little novice monk and flew upwards.

"Little monk... you are really ignorant. No one in the world dares to reject my master." Xiao Yuaner said with a smile.

"Donor! Dear donors, please stay!"

However, how could he stop his cultivation level from being low?

Luzhou took the lead, held one hand behind him, and flew straight to the gate of Xueyang Temple.

In front of the mountain gate, there were hundreds of stick monks shouting to practice, but none of them were flying.

Seeing strangers appear, the stick monks quickly gathered.

"Amitabha, the old donor... have you gone to the wrong place?" The old monk, who was a year old, said with a stick in one hand and a palm in the other.

Luzhou ignored it and continued to miss the opportunity.

Seeing that the old donor was not good, the stick monks raised their sticks and waved them over.

A phantom flashed by Luzhou...

Passing through the stick monks, hundreds of stick monks flew to the air and fell to the ground.

The monks were shocked... with such a profound cultivation.

"Where is the abbot of Xueyang Temple?" Luzhou's voice was loud, and with the extraordinary power of the Heavenly Book, it sounded less harsh, but it was extremely clear. From the Heavenly King Hall in the front, it was transmitted to the Daxiong Hall, then to the Thousand Buddha Hall, then to the Jie Yin Hall, to the Sutra Pavilion, the Buddha Garden Temple, and Qiyun Tower...

Within a range of thousands of meters of Xueyang Mountain, birds and animals fled.

The abbot Fahua, who was knocking on Muyu, opened his eyes, blew open the door, and flew out cross-legged.

How could the weak be able to make such sounds?

The monks flew out from the Great Hall, and the three firsts and the twelve Vajras also crossed the ditch and flew into the air from the temple on the second mountain.

He arrived at a very fast speed near the archway and in front of the mountain gate.

This time, all the core disciples and monks of Xueyang Mountain... there were thousands of monks.

The monks were floating in the air.

"Abbot."

The monks bowed.

In the direction of the Heavenly King Hall, the abbot Fahua slowly floated and landed on the ground. When he landed, the others all called it and did not dare to levitate again.

The Lotus was wearing a simple monk's robe, but his eyebrows contained a temperament that others did not have.

When he looked at Lu Zhou and the two little girls in front of him, he had a strange face and didn't recognize him at all. He raised his palm and said:

"Amitabha, the old donor visits Xueyang Temple, what's the point of doing?"

Luzhou nodded.

When the boss of Xueyang Temple comes out, things will be much easier, so there is no need to waste time on these minions.

"Are you the abbot of Xueyang Temple?"

"I am the abbot of Xueyang Temple and the Lotus Sutra." said the Lotus Sutra.

"I have something to ask you."

Fahua shook his head and said, "Old donor... I don't know you. If you come to worship Buddha, I welcome you. If you come to seek revenge, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

The Twelve Vajras stood up.

They all wore red robes and rosary on their hands.

When the twelve people stood up, the rosary on their bodies lit up, glowing with red light...

Luzhou glanced at him.

In the old and deep eyes, a vortex seemed to have appeared:

Because of the knowledge of speech, sound and wisdom, we know that it is impossible to speak, and in the worlds of the sea, all the words of all sentient beings can be understood separately.

This is the supernatural power of all living beings—

"I am in a good mood today and don't want to kill. If you want to see the Buddha in advance, I don't mind changing my mood."

After saying one sentence.

The Twelve Vajras felt dizzy, and they staggered and took a few steps back, and their qi and blood surged.

All other monks retreated.

Only the abbot's Fahua's body was flamed... The fire of karma offset the sound power.

Luzhou did not look at others, but only looked at Fahua... He did not expect that Xueyang Temple had such a strong foundation, and there were two masters of karma fire.

The supernatural powers of sentient beings have been changed to trickle streams, without the power of explosion, but with the fear of being infiltrating.

The abbot Fahua frowned, he said, "This is a master!"

As soon as Fakong died, he wanted to erase the large sect of Xueyang Temple, so he dispatched a hidden master?

The three first directors stood up.

The Fahua said in a deep voice: "Get out."

"Abbot!"

"Get out!" Fahua raised his voice.

"Yes." The three leaders retreated in disappointment.

Fahua looked at Luzhou, raised his palm and bowed: "Amitabha, the visitor is a guest, please."

The monks made way.

Fahua turned sideways and invited Luzhou to Daxiong Hall.

The other monks were angry, but they were helpless.

Lu Zhou blew his sleeves and put his hands on his back, stepped over the archway, entered the gate of Xueyang Temple, and stopped when he stepped onto the steps, saying, "I have a piece of advice."

"Please speak with the old donor."

"It's better not to ask others to make false moves. Even if Fakong is alive, I won't take it seriously." After Lu Zhou said the advice, he added, "Don't say that I didn't warn you."

“…”

Everyone was stunned.

Even Fakong is not taken seriously... So who will this person be?

Fahua looked at Luzhou again. There was no such person in his memory. Jiuye who mastered the karma fire, and there were less than ten people in Datang, and each of them could call out a loud name. Who is this person?

in spite of

"Please." The Lotus Sutra was able to calm down.

Everyone entered the Daxiong Hall.

The other monks were all waiting outside.

The three firsts and the twelve Vajras entered the hall together.

Xiao Yuaner and Conch were one left and one right, following his master.

As soon as he took the seat, Fahua said, "How dare you ask the old donor what he called him?"

Luzhou Fuxu said: "It doesn't matter who I am... I visited Xueyang Temple and just wanted to ask a few questions in person."

Fahua nodded: "Why would you like to ask, old donor?"

"Who is the one who commanded the Fakong to attack me?" Lu Zhou's voice was very calm and calm.

“…”

The three first seats looked at each other...
To be continued...