"Amitabha! All the donors of the Yang family can come to Bi Temple to burn incense. It's really awesome to make Bi Temple shine. Please come inside!"

The host of Lingyin Temple seemed to have been reported by the novice monks. He welcomed him out of the temple and personally accompanied the Yang family to the Main Hall of Lingyin Temple to burn incense and fulfill his wishes.

Wang Chao, Lu Hu and others were strolling in Lingyin Temple with great interest. When they heard that there were monks in the temple, they became even more interested and walked towards the backyard of the temple. They were accompanied by the wise elders from Lingyin Temple.

"Amitabha! Donor Yang, it's been a long time since I was gone!"

After Yang Yi was celebrating incense with his parents, he was about to go out to see when a burly middle-aged monk flashed out from the corridor next to him, bowing to him with a smile on his face.

Yang Yi frowned and looked at the monk and said, "Are you Elder Zhizhen?"

"Donor Yang has a good memory, and he is the only monk."

The monk smiled and looked at Yang Yi with great meaning.

"Does the donor still remember two years ago, I invited the donor to come to our temple to discuss things? I wonder if the donor will have time today?"

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

He was about to step away, but Zhizhen blocked the way and still smiled and said, "Does the donor look down on the guardian arhat in this temple?"

Yang Yi shook his head and laughed: "Yes, I'm not interested in the monks in the temple. You shouldn't think that someone in Lingyin Temple can really take a punch, right?"

He really looked down on the monks of Lingyin Temple. Two years ago, when he was just a fifth-level warrior in the Body Refining Realm, he saw that the monks of Lingyin Temple were vulnerable. Now he is a martial artist in the Purple Palace Realm, so naturally he is even less likely to be attracted to him.

"How can the donor know that the arhat in this temple cannot take the donor's punch?"

Elder Zhizhen still smiled, but gradually a strange wave of power spread out on his body, which shocked many people around him.

“Bold!”

When the Yang family guards saw that the monk from Lingyin Temple dared to use force in front of his young master, they were furious and picked up the gun and surrounded the great monk Zhizhen in the middle.

Zhizhen smiled without saying a word and looked at Yang Yi.

A strange color appeared on Yang Yi's face, and he waved his hand: "Get back."

"Yes!" The guards dodged.

"I underestimated you before. It seems that Lingyin Temple is indeed a bit special. However, with your cultivation level, I am not qualified to let me do it. Since I want to compete, let your strongest person come out."

Yang Yi glanced at Zhizhen indifferently and said.

Zhizhen was slightly stunned, then looked at Yang Yi in surprise and said, "How about the donor who asked me to go to the backyard of this temple?"

"Lead the way." Yang Yi nodded.

"Yi'er, what's going on?" Yang Xuanlin walked out with his wife at this time. Seeing this scene, he was stunned.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "It's okay, you go down the mountain to go to the temple fair, and you'll come later."

Abbot Zhishan, the host of Lingyin Temple, followed him out, looked at Yang Yi and Zhizhen with great meaning, bowed to Yang Xuanlin and said, "Amitabha, don't worry, the two donors, but there is a great monk in this temple who wants to discuss the Tao with Prince Ling."

Yang Xuanlin and his wife frowned slightly, and then they looked relaxed when they saw Yang Yi nodding to them.

Yang Yi took the guards and followed Master Zhizhen, and walked through the two courtyards all the way to the first courtyard at the end of Lingyin Temple, and said, "Please!"

At this time, Wang Chao and Lu Hu were watching the monks in Lingyin Temple perform martial arts in the second yard. After watching for a while, they immediately lost interest.

"This skill is too common, right? I'm afraid that even the warriors at the seventh and eighth level of the Body Refining Realm are not as good as those of the warriors. If you leave, there is no point in your opinion."

"Hey, brother fifth, why are you here too?"

"The monk from Lingyin Temple has other skills and is not good at martial arts. Let's go and see it together."

Yang Yi waved to the few people.

After hearing what Yang Yi said, the few people became interested again and followed.

The previous sure expression on Master Zhizhen's face had disappeared, but instead he had a solemn face.

"Amitabha, can the donor really see it?"

"How much better is the enlightened monk you presided over?"

Yang Yi smiled unanimously and asked casually.

"It's not comparable, it's not comparable." Zhizhen said in awe.

"Monks like to pretend to be a god." Wang Chao curled his lips.

Zhizhen didn't argue, but led everyone to the third level courtyard and came to a remote courtyard.

"Amitabha! Master Yuanfa, disciple Zhizhen seeks to see."

Zhizhen came to the wooden door of the courtyard, gently buckled the quaint and old wooden door, and respectfully clasped it.

"What's the matter?" An old voice came out.

Yang Yi's face moved slightly and he looked at the courtyard with a strange expression.

Just as Zhizhen was about to open his mouth, the wooden door of the courtyard suddenly opened automatically, and a shiny wooden head then came out.

Wang Chao and others who were looking at the courtyard curiously, when they saw the heads, they immediately looked like ghosts and their eyes widened in horror.

But I saw a lifelike puppet wearing the clothes of a little novice monk, walked out of the courtyard, celebrating everyone with a eleven tribute, and even making a sound from my mouth.

"Dear donors, please come in."

"Damn, what is this? I read it right? The puppets can talk? They're really a ghost!"

Several people rubbed their eyes hard and exclaimed in disbelief.

Zhizhen looked glamorous and looked at Yang Yi.

But after seeing Yang Yi look at the puppet deeply, he suddenly laughed.

"Since the master has come out, what's the difference between not getting in?"

"Amitabha, the donor is indeed a person with wisdom. If you have a connection with my Buddha, how about you practice with me?"

A humanized expression appeared on the puppet's face, and he looked straight at Yang Yi and said.

Before Yang Yi could speak, Wu Yu, who was beside him, was anxious and said angrily: "Where did the demon monk come from? How dare you use demon magic to seduce people's hearts? Look at me breaking your demon magic!"

As he said that, Wu Yu stabbed the puppet with a sword.

Wu Yu is now at the peak of the middle stage of the Blood Transformation Realm, and his sword skills are becoming more and more sophisticated. Ordinary peak warriors at the late stage of the Blood Transformation Realm are no match for her.

Her sword was so fast that it was like lightning, and it instantly stabbed in front of the puppet.

The puppet smiled faintly, raised his arms, and there was no other move. However, Wu Yu's sword stopped three feet away from him and could no longer move forward.

Even Wu Yu's people seemed to be imprisoned by some mysterious force and could no longer move.

Wu Yu was anxious and shouted, "Why don't you come and help me?"

Before Wang Chao and others could come forward, the puppet waved his hand and Wu Yu's body retreated uncontrollably until he retreated to Yang Yi, and then stopped.

"Hiss! What kind of magic is this? It's so powerful?"

Wang Chao and others looked at each other and stared at the puppet nervously. They just saw clearly that there was no fluctuation of innate blood and energy on the puppet, nor any fluctuation of true energy.

This means that the power displayed by the puppet is definitely not the power of martial arts, but another strange and unpredictable means.

"Amitabha, this is wrong with the little donor. This is a Buddhist supernatural power, not a magical art."

Zhizhen said proudly beside him.

"Buddhist supernatural powers?" Several people looked at each other, and it was obviously the first time they heard such a statement.

"Yes, this is a true magical power, which is similar to the magic of Taoism. You little donors practice martial arts, and it is understandable that you don't know."

The puppet said proudly.

"Pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be mysterious. If it is really that powerful, why have we never seen a strange man with magical powers or magic in the world?" Wu Yu snorted coldly.

"Didn't you see the little donor now?" The puppet smiled faintly.

Wu Yu was speechless immediately.
Chapter completed!