The magnificent and ancient temple is approaching.

Yu Fan walked alone because of his high cultivation level. The monks of the first and second level of heaven around him could not tell the strength of his aura. Therefore, most people thought that he was just an ordinary tourist, and few people took the initiative to talk to him.

The gate of the temple is open, and a sign is erected next to it, and the letter reads: This temple is temporarily not allowed to visit.

There were two little novice monks guarding both sides of the door. Anyone who approached would come forward to greet him.

If it is a tourist, he politely declined and told the temple to open for a few days.

If you call yourself a cultivator, just test the depth of your cultivation level. If you do have cultivation level, you will let others in, otherwise you will also be persuaded to withdraw.

——Because many of the practitioners live in seclusion in the mountains and are difficult to find, Master Nima’s invitation at this “Cultivator Conference” is just a call for everyone to participate, and no passes such as invitations were issued.

Those monks who had just arrived walked towards the gate and just had to report their own origins and release a wisp of true energy, and then they passed the test.

When Yu Fan came to the door, the two little novice monks recognized him immediately and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Yu Fan, you are finally here. The abbot has been waiting for a long time. He told us to let you go to his meditation room to meet when we see you."

"Okay, thank you two senior brothers." Yu Fan greeted politely, without any surprise. Under the surprised gaze of other monks, he went directly into the temple gate and headed towards the Zen room area deep in the temple.

A young monk with a first-level cultivation level couldn't help but ask, "My little master, who is that person? Why did he let him in without even needing a cultivation level test?"

The little novice girl smiled and said, "Return to the donor, the distinguished guest of our abbot who just entered, has a deep footsteps and strong strength. She is an important participant in this conference."

"We are powerful? I can't feel his aura at all. Could it be that he is already a top-notch man at a young age?" The person who asked was even more surprised.

The little novice smiled but said nothing.

The rest of the people were even more curious.

After Yu Fan entered the temple gate, he walked along the way and met several practitioners who came to participate in the conference from time to time. Their strength was strong and weak, but most of them had reached the first level of heaven or above.

The monks in Jokhang Temple were busy receiving these distinguished guests from afar. Many of the little novice monks who had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation took the opportunity to do more, strive to win the recognition of the masters, get the opportunity to comprehend the profound Buddhist teachings and practice the magic of the Buddha.

Most of the monks in the temple knew Yu Fan. When they met him, they clasped their hands together and said "Senior Brother" or "Little Friend".

When he came here, Yu Fan felt a little relaxed.

Especially after seeing those powerful practitioners, they have increased their faith and their worries about the church have suddenly faded.

After a while, he finally walked around the somewhat noisy front and nave halls and came to the meditation room behind the temple.

The abbot's meditation room was very secluded, and the sounds of the practitioners in front of him could not be heard, and only the sound of wooden fish full of special rhythms was echoing.

Yu Fan came to the door, knocked on the door, and spoke to the inside, "Master, I'm here."

Before he finished speaking, the door creaked and opened it by itself.

In the Zen room, a kind-hearted and elderly monk sat on a futon, beating a wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

Seeing that he came, he stopped moving, got up and turned around, and said, "My friend, I've been separated for more than a month, but I didn't expect you to have grown up here."

His eyes were full of admiration, and he obviously praised Yu Fan for experiencing the heavenly tribulation and reaching the fourth level of Xuanfei realm at a young age.

Yu Fan was not proud and lowered his head and said modestly: "Everything is well cultivated by my master. Master, do you ask me to come to the Zen room first, but do you have something to say?"

"The conference will only start for an hour. I want to listen to you carefully talk about the festival with the Holy Light Church." Master Nima explained, "You also know that those people outside are practitioners from all over the world, and each has their own power. If the Holy Light Church has not touched the interests of the entire Chinese practice world, they would not care at all."

The implication is that if Yu Fan and the church are just personal grudges, they will definitely not be able to persuade those people to help fight against such a large church.

Yu Fan frowned slightly when he heard this, "I know that the church has great ambitions and wants to enter the East and build a new cathedral. However, if I have to provide evidence for this matter, I can do nothing."

After all, these things are just what Dalton told him orally, and no physical evidence was left behind.

Now that even Dalton is dead, it is naturally even more impossible to explain.

"If this is the case, it will be a bit difficult. With your one-sided statement, even if you have the wish to prove it, it will be difficult to unite so many people and fight against foreign enemies." Master Nima was a little embarrassed.

If we can clearly provide evidence to prove that the Holy Light Church has wanted to invade China and seize the cultivation resources on the land of China.

Then these practitioners must have said nothing, and immediately confiscated the guys to sacrifice magic weapons, rolled up their sleeves and just did it.

But without tangible evidence, it is a bit lacking in convincing.

People who cultivate immortals are not old men and women. Everyone is very smart and not that easy to fool.

Yu Fan thought for a while and said, "Master, in fact, in addition to the last time the saint of the church attacked me, something happened last night, which was also related to the church."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"It's like that. The day before yesterday, Mitchell, the heir of the Winsar Castle, came to the sea of ​​clouds and met me. He came with a purpose, for..."

At this moment, Yu Fan told Master Nima what happened in the past two days.

From Mitchell's purpose, to the Marquis of Shadow "retreat" back to China, to the battle last night, Austin's self-destruction, etc., everything is revealed in detail.

Master Dama frowned when he heard this. It was as if Fan had finished speaking, he was already a little angry.

"What a Shadow Council! How dare you join forces with the Holy Light Church to plot against the successor of Taoist Lord!"

This master was an elder with a very good temper, but when he heard Xue Bashe ambush Yu Fan in a trap, he was still a little angry.

You know, this happened in Fan’s hometown!

The arrogance of the Shadow Council and the Holy Light Church has reached an almost unscrupulous level!

This is a manifestation of not taking Chinese cultivators seriously!

"My friend, you will tell all fellow Taoists truthfully at the conference later. They know how to judge the importance of right and wrong. Since those Westerners have become so arrogant, we don't have to give in any step!" Master Nima ordered solemnly, with a faint breath of majesty on his body.

As one of the two most powerful people in the Chinese immortal cultivation world at this time, he shoulders the appearance of the Chinese immortal cultivation!

When others are bullied at home, how can he stand by and watch?

“Master, actually…”

Yu Fan sighed and said, "Actually, if possible, I hope you can chat with Pope Berlier and let him give up his thoughts about the East. After all, if the problem can be solved in a few words, there is no need to make a big fuss and let so many Taoist practitioners get involved."

If a conflict arises and a war breaks out, then many practitioners will inevitably lose their lives when the war comes.

War is cruel, and even mortal wars are like this, let alone immortal cultivators?

only……

"If the people of the Holy Light Church are so easy to persuade, they will not be the Holy Light Church." Master Nima shook his head, "Beril is very respectful and never listens to others' opinions. Unless we have a strong man like your master who directly shocks him, he will not dispel his ambitions. Moreover, the Holy Light Church has used some methods over the years to spawn a large number of divine envoys. Now in terms of the number of strong men, they are already the largest force in the world. Even if the practitioners of the major forces in our land of China unite, they are only slightly better. This is a very terrible thing."

With a single force, the number of strong people is comparable to that of a country with a huge territory?

Yu Fan was shocked.

You should know that the "Chinese Immortal Cultivator" is not a force, but a camp!

If we talk about a single sect, even the most powerful sect of immortal cultivation is probably no match for the Holy Light Church!
Chapter completed!