The Jinlong Temple is not large in size, with only one main hall, a side hall and two rows of living houses. At this time, dim lights were lit in several places in the temple, and bursts of chanting and singing from the chanting of scriptures and Zen.

"Golden Dragon Temple?"

Chen Ruoni looked up at the three seal characters on the plaque and smiled at Song Mingjing: "Brother Song, your weapon is called the Dragon-shaped Sword, but he is very destined to be with this Zen temple!"

Song Mingjing smiled and said, "Yes, I am very destined to be with you."

Chen Ruoni's face turned red, she turned her head away and said, "I'll call the door, hoping that the monks in this temple will be easier to talk and will not drive us away."

While speaking, she trotted several steps, crossed several steps, and knocked on the Zen door with a "dongdongdongdongdongdong".

Song Mingjing also looked into the Zen temple and thought to himself: "Jinlong Temple? It's not such a coincidence!"

Chen Ruoni knocked several times, shaking the copper ring on the door so that it kept ringing. A lazy response came from the inner room: "Who? This is the night--."

"Squeak!"

The Zen gate was half open, and a bare head was poked out. Seeing Chen Ruoni standing outside the door, she couldn't help but be stunned, unable to move her eyes away.

"You monk, why are you looking at me randomly?" Chen Ruoni frowned and scolded in a clear voice.

The monk was about thirty years old, with a strong body, a fat face, and a fierce face. When Chen Ruoni scolded him, a hint of harshness immediately appeared on his face.

But he immediately saw Chen Ruoni holding a long sword in her hand, and her expression changed. He knew that the visitor was from a world of martial arts. He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "The little monk is rude. The female donor forgives his crime. What are the matter for the two visiting this temple at night?"

Chen Ruoni still frowned and said, "We want to stay in your temple for one night."

The monk's eyes showed a strange look, but hesitated: "According to the rules of this temple, we have never been welcomed by female guests. It is just a convenient place for my Buddhist temple. It is not easy to let the female donor sleep in the wilderness. Let's do this! The little monk first informs the host, please make an idea."

Song Mingjing suddenly asked, "What is your name for the presidency?"

The monk put his hands together and said with a respectful look on his face: "This temple presides over the Dharma name 'Lai', with exquisite Buddhism and compassion. It is the world of tens of miles apart and is well-known to all generations of Buddhas from all over the world."

"The Buddhas of the Wan Family? Then Mr. Song really needs to know him!"

As he said that, he walked towards the temple.

"Hey! Wait a minute, who allowed you to come in without the consent of the host?" The monk with a fat face shouted, stretched out his palm, and pushed towards Song Mingjing in dissatisfaction.

However, before his hands could touch Song Mingjing, his whole body felt numb as if he was electrocuted, his knees were sore and weak, and he fell down.

He looked horrified, thinking that he had caught a ghost and wanted to scream, but his tongue was no longer in control at this time, and he could not make any sound, and his body was as stiff as it was difficult to move.

He seemed to be trapped in a swamp, and could only stare at himself inch by the mud.

"Girl, it seems we can't live here tonight!"

Song Ming kept talking casually.

Chen Ruoni glanced at the monk who fell to the ground, felt enlightened, and said softly: "Brother Song, is there something wrong with this monk temple? I also think the ancient world looks strange."

"Is there any problem? I have to go to see the 'Ten Thousand Family Buddha' before talking about it." Song Mingjing sneered.

After a few breaths, the two of them walked through the front yard and towards the Buddhist temple in the center.

Under the illumination of hundreds of oil lamps, the huge Buddhist temple was bright. Under the guidance of a tall and long-bearded monk, forty and fifty monks recited the scriptures together, neatly and loudly.

At this time, the old monk with long beard suddenly opened his eyes, raised his palm, and the chanting of scriptures suddenly stopped.

He slowly stood up from the cushion, separated the monks, and met Song Mingjing and Chen Ruoni who walked into the Buddhist temple. He smiled warmly in the spring breeze and clasped his hands together and said, "The old monk is here to be the host of the Jinlong Temple. I wonder if the two guests are?"

Song Mingjing did not go to see him, but instead looked at the magnificent Buddha in the center, smiling with flowers, and sighed: "What a quiet place in Buddhism has become a place where dirt and dirt is hidden. After all, the clay Bodhisattva is a clay Bodhisattva. Even if it is shaped into a golden body, it is not useful."

Laien smiled and held the rosary hanging on his chest with his right hand, saying, "What does the donor mean?"

Song Mingjing withdrew his gaze and glanced at him, "Lai Hun? Isn't it Qiu Batian?"

As soon as this was said, the monks in the Buddhist temple changed their colors. Some monks fell backwards, and some monks rushed forward with a "hula" sound, surrounding Song Mingjing and Chen Ruoni.

Chen Ruoni's face also changed drastically, and she exclaimed in a burst of voice: "Qu Batian, the thief who caused a sensation in seven provinces, committed countless crimes?!"

Chen Ruoni is definitely not a weak woman. She looks weak and quiet on the outside, but in fact she is tenacious. In order to avenge her blood, she has followed Qi Changlin to practice martial arts hard.

Perhaps because of the daughter of a military general, she has achieved outstanding martial arts attainments in just two years. Although she is still quite far from being among the top martial arts masters, she has entered the house.

After following Song Mingjing, she had to teach a heart technique in the Seven Killings scriptures. Her martial arts were improving day by day, but at this moment she was so shocked that she took a step back, her voice trembling faintly.

Qiu Batian is a famous gangster in the world. He has been traitors for many years, including many officials and ladies. The government is looking for heavy rewards and wants, but he is cunning and fierce, and is better at hiding and hiding, so he has never been arrested.

Later, Qiu Batian transformed into Lai En, the host of Jinlong Temple, and still plundered women to offer their lust and pleasure. He killed many women. For those residents who passed through Jinlong Temple, they also took money and killed them.

What's even more cruel is that Qiu Batian cuts bones and flesh into the person he killed, and uses it to make soup and give it to the believers, which has won the reputation of "compassion".

It would have been several years before Bao Zheng and his party passed by the Jinlong Temple, Qiu Batian's true face would be revealed, but since Song Mingjing met him, he would not let him go.

Laien was exposed for his identity, and his expression was not at all panic. He only said with a deep face: "The donor is careful to speak. How can you let your filthy words be allowed to speak filthy? Although we monks are compassionate and save all sentient beings, you slander me and ruin the reputation of this temple. This is slandering Buddhism."

Lai En's eyes were stern, and his cold eyes were staring at Song Mingjing, Chen Ruoni and the others, as cold as wild wolves, and said, "Puhong, you are enforcing the law in this temple and slandering Buddhism. What crime do you think should you be punished?"
Chapter completed!