At the beginning, Jingkong invited him to participate in the consecration of the Buddha statue.

When he was in Liaocheng, Jingwu also invited him.

But for some reason, I haven't seen the two of them now.

Soon, Jingxin came to Zhan Wuque.

"Donor, please show the invitation."

A pure heart and a smile on his face.

"I don't."

Zhan Wuque shook his head.

"No?"

The others were stunned, and Jingxin's smile also froze.

Although he checked, he also followed the process. This was the first time he met someone who dared to go up the mountain without an invitation.

Jingxin looked at the number of people, and there were indeed ten people in Lian Zhan Wuque.

At this moment, a young man in white came from the bottom of the mountain.

"Sorry, I'm delayed on the road, so I'm going to be late."

The young man clasped his fists slightly and took out the invitation from his arms.

Everyone looked at Zhan Wuque, and a playful smile suddenly appeared in their eyes.

At this point, they still don’t understand that Zhan Wuque is just a scattered person.

Jingxin's smile gradually closed, and her tone was cold, "Since the donor has no invitation, please go down the mountain quickly and do not miss the consecration ceremony of the Buddha statue in this temple!"

"Wait," Zhan Wuque said, "Although I have no invitation, both Masters Jingkong and Jingwu of the Kiji Temple have invited me, and I have agreed."

After hearing the names of Jingkong and Jingwu, Jingxin's face suddenly became cold.

"You said they invited you, okay, I'll ask you, which sect do you come from and what forces are there behind you?"

The pure heart said coldly.

"There is no sect, it's just a casual cultivator."

Zhan Wuque shook his head.

"You scattered cultivator without a sect, how could you two junior brothers Jingkong and Jingwu invite you for no reason?"

"Nothing nonsense, go down the mountain!"

Cherish coldly with a heart.

More than a dozen monks holding wooden sticks with eyebrows immediately surrounded him, and they all had the strength of the Martial Emperor.

"stop!".

At this moment, a figure came from the main temple at a very fast speed.

Seeing the visitor, Zhan Wuque finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Brother Jingkong."

A pure heart looks at the person coming.

It was the Jubao Pavilion special envoy who was in the pacification city that later joined forces with Zhan Wuque to kill Wei Dong.

For this reason, Jingkong was cut off one arm.

Zhan Wuque helped him get a broken arm on the spot, but the price was that he could not fight with someone within a year, otherwise he would be seriously injured again and would be difficult to heal.

"Senior Brother Jingxin, this is my junior brother's friend."

Jingkong looked at Zhan Wuque.

"So, did you invite him?"

Jingxin frowned.

"Junior brother, aren't you making a fool of yourself? Every time the quota of consecrated is a fixed number of ten people, how can there be eleven people?"

"What's wrong with Dugu donor having great merits?"

A loud voice came.

Several monks wearing red cassocks came to the air.

One of them was Jingwu, who met with Zhan Wuque in Liaocheng City Lord's Mansion.

"Junior Brother Jingxin, you probably don't know who this person is yet."

A monk who seemed the oldest spoke.

Everyone wearing red cassocks is the Jing generation, which is the uncle of the master mentioned by Xiao Shami before, and the host of Xiaomingsi who fell in Liaocheng is the same generation.

The man's lips moved slightly, sending a voice to Jingxin.

Jingxin's face suddenly changed and she glanced at Zhan Wuque in disbelief.

"So it's you. Since that's the case, let's make an exception."

Jingxin's face looked a little ugly, and she couldn't hide her shock in her eyes.

He never expected that the young man in front of him was the mysterious man who finally suppressed the Ghost King and saved countless creatures in the Lingxi during the transformation of Liaocheng.

Seeing Jingxin reacting like this, other uninformed people were very surprised.

"What special thing does this kid have that can make Xiao Mingsi break the rules?"

The imperial concubine was curious.

Jingxin held the brocade foil in his hand and began to read the position of eleven people.

There are ten millsize-sized stone lotus seats in front of the Buddha statue, extending from the front to the stairs.

The range of Buddha light exposure is limited.

The closer you are to the Buddha statue, the more Buddha light you will shine in the future and get more benefits.

On the contrary, the further away you are, the less Buddha's light shines.

“Ranking the position now.”

Jingxin shouted, "First, Qin Yao."

Qin Yao, the woman in red before, was the daughter of the Hundred War King of the Tang Dynasty.

After her, the imperial concubine.

Zhan Wuque discovered that the ranking is entirely based on the strength of the background.

When the battle is invincible, the order has been completed.

"Sorry, there are only ten positions, this donor, you can be at the end."

Jingxin glanced at Zhan Wuque and spoke lightly.

"no!"

Jingkong immediately spoke out, "Dugu Donor is a destined person in my temple. He has great merits. How can he be ranked last?"

"What do Junior Brother Jingkong thinks?"

Jingxin's tone is plain.

"Be the first!"

Pure air path.

"I agree."

Pure enlightenment and voice.

"I agree, too."

The older monk from Jing generation just now spoke.

"Amitabha, Dugu donor, has great merit to our temple. How can the consecration ceremony be at the end?"

"My Buddha has always paid attention to blessings and people, and purifying their minds. What do you think?"

Jingxin had no expression on her face, "Since all the fellows have said that, let him be ranked first."

"Master, what about me?"

Qin Yao's face was full of displeasure.

She was obviously the number one, but because Zhan Wuque suddenly came out halfway, she could only rank second now.

Although the gap between the first and the second is not a difference between heaven and earth, there is also a big distance.

"I can only feel wronged by the female donor."

Pure your heart and hands together.
To be continued...