I can strengthen

Chapter 309
"From the fifth grade?"

Luo Yan looked at the middle-aged man below with great interest, his eyes showed eagerness to try.

on the ground.

A fat-headed and big-eared monk was wearing cassock and stood beside the middle-aged man. He looked at Luo Yan and the soldiers with no trace of fear in his eyes, but only amusement.

He is the contemporary abbot of Kuchan Temple, and his full name is Master Zhizhu.

Although he is an ordinary person, he has wandered among officials and businessmen for a long time and is used to seeing the big world.

Luo Yan, a mere seventh-rank official, is still not in his eyes.

"Little brother, who sent you to die? Do you know where my Kuchan Temple is?" Master Zhizhu teased.

A junior official of the seventh rank is not qualified to set foot in the Kuchan Temple.

"I don't care where you are. You just need to understand that starting tomorrow, Kuchan Temple will become history."

Luo Yan didn't even look at Master Zhizhu.

He only looked at the middle-aged man, the luck in the shrine was rushing, and the tyrannical divine sense was surging, and he was ready to fight.

The middle-aged man also looked at Luo Yan.

Compared to Luo Yan, there was nothing but indifference in his eyes.

"I am the counselor of Yunchuan Mansion, from the fifth rank Yao Bing!"

"You are so brave, you dare to offend this official, and you still won't roll down and kneel!"

There seemed to be lightning in Yao Bing's eyes.

While speaking, an indescribable prestige spread from his body, covering Luo Yan in the blink of an eye.

The official authority is like a prison, irresistible.

This is the terrible official authority that belongs only to officials of the fifth rank, but anyone whose official position is lower than Yao Bing will bow their heads under this official authority, and no one can violate it!
however……

"Where did the little thief pretend to be a fifth-rank official from Daqing?" Luo Yan smiled, standing in the sky, obviously smiling, but his eyes were terribly cold.

He didn't fall from the sky, let alone kneel down.

Yao Bing's official prestige seemed to be fake.

"how is this possible?"

Seeing Luo Yan standing in the sky, motionless, Yao Bing's face changed slightly, and a hint of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

He was not mistaken, the person in the sky was a seventh-rank petty official.

Such a small official of the seventh rank actually resisted his official authority?

Could it be... Is he really a fake official?
On the side, Master Zhizhu was also a little bit surprised, and looked at Yao Bing suspiciously.

He has always regarded Yao Bing as a guest of honor, entertaining him with delicious food and drink, but now he can't even handle a seventh-rank official, is it true that he is a fake official as the young man said?

But he has not been with Yao Bing for a day or two. During these days, Yao Bing has indeed done a lot of things for him, it cannot be a fake official.

"Why didn't he kneel down?"

"Could Master Yao be a fake?"

"how can that be?"

around.

The faces of all the monks also changed drastically, and they whispered.

From the words of the fifth-rank officials, they failed to make the seventh-rank officials kneel down, which seemed to them to be contrary to common sense.

And there is only one answer that can explain this, that is Yao Bing is really a fake official.

"How can this official be a fake?"

Hearing the doubts from the people around him, Yao Bing's expression became ugly. He looked at Luo Yan coldly, and said solemnly, "I'll let you see what I mean by being a fifth-rank official!"

The voice did not fall.

There seemed to be a muffled thunder in the sky.

In the next second, a huge hand of a hundred feet appeared out of thin air and pressed it towards Luo Yan.

"boom!"

The world was in turmoil, and the terrifying power directly covered a radius of more than ten miles.

This was transformed by Yao Bing's spiritual thoughts, and it contained terrifying power. Just the escaping power caused all the monks, officers and soldiers to panic, as if they were facing the end of the world.

Their eyes trembled, their bodies were cold and shivering.

Master Zhizhu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Yao Bing beside him with reverence in his eyes, and completely let go of a stone in his heart.

This kind of power is undoubtedly from the fifth rank!
All are terrified.

But in the sky, Luo Yan, facing the blow directly, shook his head, with a look of disinterest in his eyes.

It's too rough.

The power is too weak.

These Daqing officials, relying on their omnipotent authority to settle everything, obviously no one has studied the method of using divine thoughts.

This palm seemed to be shocking, but in fact it was as loose as sand, and it didn't exert its matching power at all.

"Shh!"

Luo Yan's eyes were full of light, and his spiritual thoughts were cut out like a sword.

His sword did not cut the hand of divine sense falling towards him, but Yao Bing on the ground.

His sword is too fast.

Before Yao Bing's hand of divine sense fell, his sword of divine sense had already appeared in front of Yao Bing. With just one sword, Yao Bing's soul was cut in half.

At this moment.

The monks on the ground were still shocked by Yao Bing's terrifying power, unaware that the person they shocked had died at this moment.

Except Master Zhizhu.

The moment Yao Bing's soul disappeared, Master Zhi Zhu felt something was wrong.

He looked at Yao Bing and whispered, "Master Yao?"

Yao Bing remained silent, his expression had already frozen, and there was still a trace of panic left.

Master Zhizhu looked at Yao Bing carefully, and found that he couldn't feel Yao Bing's breathing, so he suddenly woke up, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Yao Bing is dead, killed by a rank seven official!

"You...you actually killed Master Yao?" Master Zhizhu suddenly raised his head, looking at Luo Yan in disbelief.

"Pretend to be my Daqing official, he deserves death."

Luo Yan's tone was cold, and as he spoke, his spiritual thoughts swept out, and he could only hear voices like popping beans one after another.

All the monks in the Kuchan Temple, except Master Zhizhu, all turned into blood mist and died instantly!

The majestic temple became Senluo Hell at this moment, making everyone feel like falling into an ice cave, with cold hands and feet.

"you?"

Master Zhizhu's lips trembled, and he looked at Luo Yan with extreme fear in his heart.

This person... how dare this person?
Luo Yan floated down from the sky and landed in front of Master Zhizhu, ignoring Master Zhizhu, his spiritual thoughts directly drilled into his head and looked through his memory.

Just two seconds later.

Master Zhizhu followed in the footsteps of the others, while Luo Yan walked towards the Buddha Hall.

He walked straight into the Buddhist hall and looked at the gilded Buddha statue in front of him.

This Buddha statue is ten feet high, with the mottled breath of time.

The body of the Buddha statue is filled with Zen fragrance. As long as you get close to it, your mind will be at peace.

What's even more amazing is that this Buddha statue is inexplicably pious, and people can't help but bow down, as if just bowing down will make their wishes come true.

"The Kuchan Temple is located in a remote place, but it can attract countless believers because of this Buddha statue that can make people's wishes come true!"

Luo Yan looked at the Buddha statue with burning eyes.

From Master Zhizhu's memory, he knew that this was a Buddha statue with supernatural powers.

According to the records of Kuchan Temple, this Buddha statue is cast with the golden body of the first abbot of Kuchan Temple. As long as believers bow down piously, the Zen wishes in their hearts can be realized.

Of course, this is an exaggeration. Buddha statues are actually not that spiritual in many ways.

"The Buddha bone relic should be in it."

Luo Yan looked at the Buddha statue, and a gleam shot out of his eyes.

He urged his spiritual thoughts, and planned to break open the Buddha statue to see if there were really Buddha bone relics in it.

But just as he had this thought, another thought suddenly appeared in his mind out of thin air!
"No! This is a Buddha statue, the most holy and pure golden body of the Buddha. Do you want to offend the Buddha and feel the anger of the Buddha?"

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away. Luo Yan, you are too murderous, you should kneel down and worship my Buddha, enter my Buddhist gate, and cultivate your body and mind."

Another figure appeared in Luo Yan's mind, accompanied by various thoughts, suddenly made Luo Yan's face change slightly, and he understood in his heart.

This is the demon.

It is the means of this Buddha statue.

"I didn't expect that a mere Buddha statue would give birth to self-awareness?" Luo Yan sneered silently.

As the thoughts turned, a scorching sun rose in my mind.

The scorching breath swept away, driving away all the darkness, and instantly calming down the demons that had just been born.

"Demons...I, Luo Yan, am an expert at playing with demons!"

Luo Yan sneered, spiritual thoughts swept out, and there was a loud bang, and the Buddha statue that had stood in the hall for thousands of years broke instantly and turned into a pile of rubble.

In the middle of the gravel, a golden mummy sat cross-legged, exuding a faint Buddhist aura.

"There is really a golden body?"

Luo Yan was stunned for a moment, then walked to the mummy, and bowed slightly: "The younger generation came here for the relic of the Buddha's bone, if there is any offence, the senior knows it, so don't blame it."

Done.

Luo Yan stretched out a hand and groped around the mummy for a while.

"found it!"

Luo Yan looked overjoyed, and took out a round bead the size of a longan from the mummy's arms.

The whole body of the ball is golden yellow, and it looks like the most perfect creation in the world.

What shocked Luo Yan was that the orb contained an unimaginably majestic luck. It was a vast ocean of luck, far surpassing him, far surpassing Yao Bing, and even far surpassing anything he had ever seen before. Anyone!

"This Buddha bone relic is the source of the magic of the Buddha statue!"

"Buddha bone relics have existed for thousands of years, and they have been worshiped by countless believers, and they have also absorbed the luck of countless believers! This is the accumulation of thousands of years. If I absorb it, even if Bixiu, the third-rank governor of Yunchuan Prefecture, I have no fear either!"

There was a hint of greed in Luo Yan's eyes, and his heart was about to move.

suck it!

suck it up!
As long as it is sucked dry, the auspicious luck beast in his shrine will surely turn into a python, and even go one step further, aspiring to become a flood dragon!

This Buddha bone relic is too tempting for him!
"Senior Zhuang only wants the fragments of the Dao weapon. If I suck up the luck, it should be fine, right?" Luo Yan thought brazenly, but after struggling with his eyes, he sighed and reluctantly put the Buddha bone relic into it. into the bosom.

Zhuang Qingmei is a conquering monk, he can't afford to offend him.

"My lord, how do you deal with those women outside?"

At this time, the voice of his subordinates came from outside the temple.

Since hundreds of years ago, this Kuzen Temple is no longer a holy place for Buddhist asceticism, but has become a place where officials and businessmen colluded to hide dirt.

And where there are officials and businessmen, there must be beauties. Those women are naturally cultivated by Kuchan Temple to please officials and wealthy businessmen.

Some of these are voluntary.

And some are forced.

Luo Yan said: "Let them leave."

"Yes!"

In the temple, besides women, there are many pilgrims.

Although Luo Yan slaughtered all the monks, neither the woman nor the pilgrims moved.

"He...he actually slaughtered the entire Kuchan Temple. Doesn't he know that this Kuchan Temple is inextricably linked to Yunchuan Mansion?"

"This Kuchan Temple is the favorite place of all officials and businessmen in Yunchuan Mansion. Even Mr. Bi, the governor of the prefecture, has been here several times. He slaughtered the entire Kuchan Temple, no doubt to slap Mr. Bi in the face. He died deal."

"Hush! Keep your voice down, he is Yan Luo with a cold face, and he is notoriously cruel. If he hears your words, you will die!"

The pilgrims huddled in the corner, trembling.

Without knowing it at all, Luo Yan could see everything they said.

"My lord, do you want to kill all those pilgrims outside?" A subordinate walked up behind Luo Yan and cut his neck.

"Need not."

Luo Yan shook his head.

He is benevolent, if he says to kill a monk, he will only kill the monk, and will never bring harm to the innocent.

He glanced at the sky and said, "How's the harvest?"

The subordinate immediately cheered up: "My lord, this Kuchan Temple is really a golden cave, the gold alone is more than one million taels!"

Luo Yan smiled and said, "Clean up and go home."

Money is useless to him, but it is useful to his subordinates.

"Yes!"

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, Luo Yan returned to Jicheng with his men.

Not long after they left, another group of soldiers appeared at the gate of Kuchan Temple.

Looking at the blood-stained temple, the faces of these soldiers changed slightly, and the expression of the leader was even more ugly.

"Who did it?"

"Back to Zhang Dianjun, according to the pilgrims who came to worship Buddha, it is Huang Shang, the director of the patrol department in Jicheng."

"Jicheng Patrol Division?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief: "The inspector of Jicheng, why don't you patrol the city well and go to the border of my Yunchuan Mansion to destroy the Kuchan Temple?"

The soldier bowed his head and remained silent.

This was really unbelievable, it was a slap in the face of their Yunchuan Mansion.

"Heh...heh!"

Zhang Fan laughed back in anger.

In an unknown county town, a director of the inspection department who was in charge of patrolling the city unexpectedly traveled thousands of miles to the vicinity of their Yunchuan Mansion to destroy the Kuchan Temple.

Didn't Huang Shang know that this Kuchan Temple is the site of their Yunchuan Mansion?
"My lord, Huang Shang hasn't left for long, should we catch up?"

"Of course we have to chase him! How can we let him go back alive after offending me, Yunchuan Mansion?"

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Fan led his soldiers and chased in the direction Luo Yan left.

He wanted to tell Luo Yan that no one could escape unscathed after hitting him in the face of Yunchuan Mansion.

……

three days later.

Zhang Fan's complexion was pale, and he stood in front of the roadside tea stall, lost in thought and speechless.

Just now, he asked the tea stand owner how long Luo Yan had been away, and the answer he got was that Luo Yan had already passed here two days ago.

This answer made him unbelievable.

He marched at full speed and chased for three whole days, but the distance became farther and farther?
"My lord, we don't have much dry food on us, why don't we go back first and report this matter to the governor, and then discuss it in the long run?" Behind Zhang Fan, a confidant suggested in a low voice with a tired expression on his face.

"Yes, my lord, if we continue to chase, we will reach Jicheng. Isn't it too hasty for us to go there like this?" Another confidant also said.

Zhang Fan is a fifth-rank regular army, even if he arrives in Jicheng, he is actually not afraid.

But the Dian army is only the Dian army after all, and although the Jicheng prefect is only the sixth rank, he controls a county after all, and the backstage must be stronger than Zhang Fan.

Looking at Jicheng, Zhang Fan's face changed a few times, and finally he could only sigh.

"go back!"

Even though he said so, he already hated Luo Yanji in his heart. This matter cannot end so easily!

(End of this chapter)