"Amitabha, Master Yang is too cruel to attack." Master Zhitong sighed with a sad face.

"I am a big devil. Don't the devil's leader behave like this? What's so strange about it?" Yang Pan rolled his eyes and replied seriously.

Master Zhitong was speechless. You said so well, but I was speechless.

"Amitabha!" I could only sigh and say the Buddha's name.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Are you staying here for death? Get out of here, don't hinder me from doing things." Yang Pan said loudly.

Suddenly, many Buddhist cultivators left after hearing this, without even saying goodbye.

Someone took the lead, and more and more Buddhist monks left. Then the Buddhist monks from small temples and small temples hesitated. After weighing the pros and cons, they quietly followed the group of casual cultivators to leave the venue.

After a while, more than half of the people walked away from the entire venue.

The monks in medium-sized temples also began to shake. They knew very well that staying would be just cannon fodder. When a powerful person in the divine realm fights, a single aftermath might wipe them out. Staying still would be a dead end.

But some of these people knew that they could not retreat.

Because the control forces behind them are the three major temples, Da Zen Temple, Long Xiang Temple, and Landa Temple, they cannot make a decision.

After some connection and union, the temples that were truly able to stand up and bid farewell to Master Zhitong.

The leading monk in the divine realm sighed apologetically: "Amitabha, Master Zhitong really apologizes. Today is really not the time. I will come to the door to apologize another day."

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Master Zhitong did not force it, nor could he force it.

The number of people in the venue was reduced by half again.

After these monks left, it was the turn of the big temple.

Large temples such as White Horse Temple, Dalin Temple, Kashyapa Temple, etc., which are second only to the five major temples, are also high-rise buildings of Buddhist pyramids.

Their strength is only one step away from the five major temples, and they are also famous top forces in the world.

If you take it outside, you are no less weak than the six Demon Sects.

They are even more free.

They wouldn't be stupid enough to stand up and top the Great Zen Temple. There are five mountains above their heads. Now there are two missing. If one less is missing, it would be wonderful.

Isn't it?

The Dachan Temple is one of the four ancient sects. It is almost impossible to perish, but it can decline.

In the past four ancient sects, each of them has experienced decline.

Not to mention the distance, the nearest one will be the Demon Sect, which has declined for thousands of years. I stayed in a small countryside place like Yanzhou Mansion for ten thousand years. Isn’t it all?

Therefore, the Great Zen Temple has not always been strong in Buddhism, and it also declined and became a small temple.

This time, the Demon Sect came to the door, and no matter who wins or loses from the Demon Sect, the other side would not feel good.

Even if the Dachan Temple can win, the losses will not be small. Besides, the leader of the Demon Sect is the quasi-emperor. It is hard to predict what price the Dachan Temple will have to pay to repel him.

Big temples such as White Horse Temple will never help Dachan Temple and the Demon Sect fight head-on.

Besides, the cause of this incident was that the Dazen Temple was unreasonable.

Such a legitimate reason is on the surface, so why don’t they apply it well?

"Amitabha! Abbot Zhitong, I'm really embarrassed. This is the personal grudge between the temple and the Demon Sect. It's not convenient for me to intervene, so the date of the Dharma Assembly should be delayed until three days later." The abbot of Baima Temple stood up and sighed with his hands together.
Chapter completed!