"I, the mountain guard of Qinglian Temple, the drunk Buddha... I have seen His Highness Wu Tie, the King of Martial Arts." The small pagoda enveloped Feng Rong, Wa Qingluan and his group, emitting white light as bright as jade bi. No matter how the divine light and the demon flame of the world destroyed, they could not shake the white pagoda in the slightest.

Wu Tie raised his eyebrows and glanced at the Taoist man in horror.

The mountain guard of Qinglian Temple, the Zui Buddha, was a powerful man with one and half of his feet.

The Taoist rhyme and magic power in his body almost condensed into a piece of diamond jade without any leakage. He allowed Wu Zi and Pei Feng to attack wildly, but could not shake his breath.

"Pei Feng, Blood Prison, please step down." Wu Tie said in a deep voice: "Drunk Buddha and Taoist, I have heard of your name from Qingfeng."

The drunk Buddha Taoist bowed his head and said in a deep laugh: "Your Highness has cultivated the three fundamental supernatural powers of my Qinglian Temple. Your Highness owe me the favor of the Qinglian Temple."

Wu Tie said coldly: "The Pangu Sutra, the Wanhua Sutra, and the Wanjia Sutra, that are the bets that I have won... Where is there any saying that I owe favors?"

The drunk Buddha smiled and said, "Don't you owe it? If Qingfeng hadn't been involved in it, how could Your Highness get so many benefits from Fan Kun, Bai Lu and others? Let's say something bad. If Qingfeng had joined forces with Fan Kun, Bai Lu and others that day, you might be in good health. Your Highness's subordinates and relatives..."

With a slight smile, the Drunken Buddha whispered: "So, Your Highness owes me a great favor from Qinglian Temple."

Wu Tie closed his mouth and was silent for a while. He asked Zui Buddha in confusion: "Feng Rong is obviously not a good person. In my opinion, he is far inferior to Feng En... Qinglian Temple, why should he help Feng Rong?"

Before today's battle, Wu Tieke knew that Feng Rong ascended the throne and Feng En's uncle, the faceless Buddha of the three Buddhas in Honglian Temple, broke out from Honglian Temple, and wanted to ask for an explanation.

As a result, the Drunken Buddha led a group of Qinglian Temple masters to take action, seriously injured the Faceless Buddha, smashed his golden body and forced the Faceless Buddha to return to Honglian Temple for cultivation.

This is also the biggest reason why Feng Rong was able to sit firmly on the throne. Otherwise, with the power of Honglian Temple, even with the assistance of Bailian Palace and the situation where the mountains inside Bailian Palace are lined with mountains, Feng Rong will not be able to be safe.

Wu Tie was very curious. Could it be that Qinglian Temple’s words had an affair with the charming Wa Qingluan?

Otherwise, why would Qinglian Temple take action to help Feng Rong?

No matter how you look at it, in terms of qualifications and ability to become the God Emperor, Feng Entropy is far better than Feng Rong.

"Balance!" The drunk Buddha said in a deep voice: "The wind entropy is too strong, and the Honglian Temple is also very strong... A too strong divine emperor, plus the very strong Honglian Temple, is not good for my Qinglian Temple."

"So, our Qinglian Temple always only needs a divine emperor who is not strong enough."
Chapter completed!