"Yes, master." Mr. Xia continued to report: "Saint Maiden Yuehua is now the most popular preaching lecturer on the surface. This time, I came to Zhongtian City to take advantage of the opportunity of Zhongzhou Jiandao competition to promote Buddhism and show believers. I will hold a meeting in these days."

"It seems that your Xia tribe is going to completely control that?" Lin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wuming Academy is a remnant force inherited after the destruction of the Great Zhenru Mosque. Now it seems that it has been integrated by the Xia tribe, the destruction of the family, and has become their pawn in the world of Fanmen martial arts. Yueru is the best storefront that Lin Yang specifically provides to the Xia tribe.

"Master, the tribe has a complicated matter, and the subordinates are not very clear about the deployment plan of the Martial Arts of the Fan Sect. According to the recent news, the Dharma Assembly in Miaohui Temple is extremely popular these days, and the Saint of Yuehua is even more vaguely becoming the first female cultivator of the Fan Sect. However, the Dharma Assembly has had some twists and turns these days. If the Xia clan had not arranged the scene of suppressing people, I would have had something wrong."

Lin Yang listened to Mr. Xia’s report and sneered in his heart.

Since he had come into contact with the Vajra-level vile man Sakyamuni in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he has gained some understanding of the Buddhist monks.

Most of these people are ordinary people wearing Brahma robes and practicing Buddhist supernatural powers. When it comes to mental cultivation, few people can truly reach the realm of "no self, no one, neither emptiness nor color".

Now listening to Mr. Xia’s meaning, Yueru has made some names in the Fanmen world, and other forces can no longer help but come out to suppress the newcomer.

It's really shameless.

Moreover, when talking about Yue Ru, Lin Yang will inevitably think of the harsh fire spirit that is clear in his heart. In his heart, this fire spirit who has experienced life and death difficulties together is definitely an indelible beauty in his life.

At this moment, Lin Yang missed the fairy who often blew the charming aura in his ears.

"Tomorrow, you will go to Miaohui Temple to wait first, and I will go and watch it."

yes.

After Lin Yang gave the order, the entire villa returned to peace.

The cold moon shines with white light, as if it has brought up a spiritual line between heaven and earth, and has connected a love that has been separated for three years.

...

at the same time.

In the Miaohui Temple mentioned by Mr. Xia just now, in a luxurious wing room guarded by a dedicated person, there were red silk tents and soft jade warm beds. A beautiful but delicate figure lay softly on the bed and just fell asleep.

Yueru, her long head was scattered on the quilt like brocade, reflecting the cold moonlight, setting off her face that had lost a lot.

At this moment, it was almost dawn, but she was just asleep. Next to the corners of her eyes under her beautiful eyebrows, there were a few crystal clearness. The infinite grievances and hardships seemed to be released only in her sleep, turning into a tear, slowly rolling down her forehead onto the bed.

"well……"

Next to him, Mingxin sighed softly and covered Yueru with a cup.

The Holy Light Ba was quietly held in Mingxin's arms, and a hint of heartache appeared on his face, which had always been arrogant and cold.

"It's really hard for her."

Mingxin's words seemed to even his eyes turn red.

Ba, but frowned with a worried look on his face: "Sister, today's situation is already very embarrassing. If those people come to make trouble tomorrow..."

"It's not just those old bald donkeys..." Ming Xin bit her white teeth hatefully: "It's all annoying Lin Yang, who insists on assigning such difficult tasks to the girl. I hate it, I hate it so much!!"

He complained about Lin Yang's name, but Mingxin's soft and bleak eyes were clearly filled with longing for Lin Yang:

Lin Yang...Where are you now...

...

the next day.

Lin Yang went out early and rushed to the direction of Miaohui Temple.

This Miaohui Temple is quite important in the entire Supreme Heavenly Realm of Fanmen. It is one of the most popular Buddhistmen temples after the destruction of the Dazhenru Temple.

What is commendable is that Miaohui Temple has always adhered to the true meaning of the Buddhist sect's pure cultivation and maintained a neutral position. During the more than a thousand years since the Zhenru Temple disappeared, it did not participate in the competition for the Fan sect leaders in the domain today, but instead achieved his loftier status.

This time, the Saint of Yuehua went to Miaohui Temple to preach, which was also a journey of enlightenment that a Buddhist practitioner must go through. Only by making a name here can it be considered a true transformation of experience and transformation from a dazzling newcomer to a respected Buddhist master.

Along the way, Lin Yang sat in the carriage, and his back echoed in his mind about the Dharma Assembly that Mr. Xia told him.

At the same time, he saw that the road ahead was crowded with people and endless streams, which showed that this Dharma Assembly was really popular and extremely prosperous.

But when Lin Yang let go of his spiritual sense and silently sensed the conversation between the people around him, some of the content made him frown slightly:

"Hey, are you going to watch the excitement of the Moonhua Saint?"

"It's a must. It's a pity not to watch such a good show."

"Haha, yesterday I saw that the Saint Yuehua was so angry that she was almost crying. The scene was so exciting... I think she really might be driven off the stage by Wuhua today."

"Go quickly and go quickly, there will be no good place if you are late."

While making fun of it, people ran around, as if they regarded the solemn Dharma Assembly as a theater. They were all thinking of watching the fun without much trouble, and just waiting to see the joke of the Moonhua Saint.

No flowers...

Is that the person who is provoking trouble?

Lin Yang realized that Yueru was facing a greater trouble than he had imagined, so he couldn't help but speed up the coachman and rushed towards the Miaohui Temple.

...

Miaohui Temple is located in the southeast of Zhongtian City, covering an area of ​​100 acres. The treasure temple is solemn. From a distance, you can see the golden holy light of the Brahma Gate shining above it, as if the eaves of the temple were coated with a layer of gold edges, and the end is brilliant and brilliant, which makes people worship it.

The entire temple is divided into two temples inside and outside. The outer temple has seven floors of courtyards. They are places for pilgrims to worship and worship. They enshrine Arhats and Bodhisattvas, which are no different from ordinary temples.

As for the inner temple located deep in the depths, it is the place where the masters of the Buddhist sect cultivate their minds and enlightenment. Ordinary people cannot easily enter. It is said that there are several old living Buddhas who have already reached the level of a thousand-year-old man. Their cultivation has reached the level of the Holy Emperor, and their strength is unfathomable.

This time the Dharma Assembly was held on a wide square on the outermost floor of the outer temple. At first glance, Miaohui Temple is a neutral temple and a place for enlightenment for eminent monks and great masters. This square is well arranged and has clear layers. At most, it can accommodate 40,000 or 50,000 believers. It is already the largest Buddhist temple in Zhongtian City.

At this moment, the sun was clear, and the square was already crowded with people, making a lot of noise. The surging crowd from Zhongtian City didn't take much time to fill the square like a tide, and the black and white were filled with heads.

The crowd of nearly 50,000 people was divided into two distinct factions in the square. One of them was about ten thousand people in white robes. They sat around the ground in the inner circle of the center of the square, with a pious attitude and chanting scriptures. From time to time, they would worship like the direction of the temple. At first glance, they were the believers of the Brahma Sect who came to listen to the Dharma and receive the Dharma.

And in this white crowded outer circle, there are a variety of clothing of various colors gathered together.

These people looked expectant and joking on their faces, and their curious eyes swept around the square. They saw that they were not here to listen to the Dharma, but to wait to see the lively melon-eating crowd today.

They were talking and their lives were in full swing. The content of the conversation was similar to what Lin Yang heard on the road before. They were all waiting to see how the Moonlight Saint ended today, or how they were bullied.

As these people chatted, their eyes moved, and finally gathered on the north side of the square. This is the venue where the Saint of Yuehua has been here to preach and teach the Dharma these days. But at this moment, under this sacred platform, there was a shadow of a monk in white sitting cross-legged. In the vast and noisy crowd, it was like a bright moon, radiating holy light, attracting the attention of the audience.

This monk is very handsome.

He is so handsome that he can rely on his face to eat for several lifetimes.

He sat cross-legged, his slender and tender fingers constantly fiddling with the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, muttering words, and his whole body seemed to have a white jade light. Golden scriptures that could be seen in the naked eye kept floating out with his low voice, hovering around him like streamers in the sky, and disappeared after a moment.

Cool.

Quite cool.

When Lin Yang arrived in the square, he saw this cool and cool monk in white at first sight. The solemn master of the treasure was simply telling everyone.

What is the true reincarnation of a living Buddha?

What is awesome monks and great masters?

Look here, just look here.

"This guy should be that 'Wuhua'. It's such a naked provocation. He doesn't sing like this in Taiwan dramas..."

Lin Yang could see the strong smell of gunpowder at the scene at first sight, which was also the hypocritical drama he hated the so-called "religious people" most. It was clearly here to play, but he still looked holy and noble.

Disgusting.

He stood silently among the crowd, watching Wuhua's silently show off. As the sun got late, finally, as the bell rang, a group of people came from the direction of Miaohui Temple.

"Here, come!"

People were excited.

The protagonist today is coming.

"Master Yuehua is here!!"

A majestic cry sounded, and then a group of monks wearing yellow monk robes came out with black long sticks and directly cleared the square near the lecture platform into a space of hundreds of square meters. Each of them looked solemn and powerful, and suddenly suppressed the noisy atmosphere in the square.

After guarding this group of monks, a group of Buddhist monks wearing cassocks and monks came out one after another, and they all acted as masters of Taoism. They walked to the sermons one by one. Instead of going to the stage, they lay cushions on the square below and sat cross-legged for half a circle. They were like the vajras of guardians radiating the dazzling golden light of Buddhist monks, rendering the entire sermon into a supreme holy temple.
Chapter completed!