Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 164 Academy Iron Arrow Dance, Ning Que Ride His Horse Into Lan Ke!
There are all kinds of magical weapons in the human world. Practitioners in the human world have more or less understanding of the 'Thirteen Arrows of the Yuan Dynasty' in the hands of Ning Que, the Thirteenth Master of the Academy.

After all, in the wasteland, Mr. Thirteen of the academy, who was still in the first realm of Dongxuan, used this 'Thirteen Arrows of Yuan' to destroy the second seat of the Judgment Department of the temple, who had entered the realm of knowing destiny, the so-called son of light, Long Qing!

Facts have also proven that the academy’s magic weapons are indeed extraordinary.

Otherwise, how could Ning Que, who had no power to fight back in front of Wang Jinglue one and a half years ago, be qualified to destroy Long Qing, the Son of Light, whom the temple had deliberately chosen to win?
No matter how useless Long Qing was, he was still a practitioner in the realm of knowing fate at that time.

"It's such a fast iron arrow. I can't stop this iron sword right now."

Liu Yiqing from the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion watched as the iron sword left the bowstring and was discarded outside the Washan Lanke Temple. The turbulent current directly destroyed the temple door of the Washan Lanke Temple.

The temple gate, which had withstood decades of wind and frost, was destroyed once and twice, both by the hands of the academy's world leaders.

The exploding sawdust flew in all directions, and many practitioners of the Dongxuan realm who came to watch the excitement were unable to escape, with blood marks appearing on their faces.

Ning Que stood on the carriage, holding a bow. After the big black horse neighed a few times, it kicked off its hooves and walked towards the steps in front of the temple door.

This is breaking into a temple. Since the tragedy decades ago, someone has actually done such an unreasonable thing. It is understandable that they want to save people, but they destroy the door of the house and then rush in. .

It's really a bit too unreasonable and rude.

Jiange Cheng Ziqing looked at the carriage that had stepped onto the door of Lanke Temple and said, "Ning Que, the thirteenth gentleman of the academy, has the legacy of Mr. Ke back then."

"Yiqing, the storm has begun in Washan. Don't confront this Mr. Thirteen."

"The Buddha Sect travels all over the world, and all the great virtues of the White Pagoda are here. This is the Buddha Sect's business."

Whether he is arrogant and domineering or bullying others, at least Ning Que, who is the master's direct disciple, has such qualifications. Perhaps other cultivation sects in the world will take the reputation of Sword Master Liu Bai into consideration.

But walking around the world in the academy will never take it into consideration.

Liu Yiqing nodded and said, "But I still don't understand why Master would accept such a person as his direct disciple?"

This is something that not only Liu Yiqing cannot understand, but also is something that many practicing sects in the world cannot understand. .

Cheng Ziqing sighed: "Master, he is an old man, I think he has his own thoughts."

No one can guess why the master has such unreasonable thoughts. If he could guess, he would not have wasted his good fortune in the Dongxuan realm.

"I just want to see Xiao Qishan. If the host refuses, then I will have no choice but to break into the temple."

Ning Que drove the carriage and shouted, then rushed into Lanke Temple, completely ignoring the onlookers and the Lanke Temple practitioners who were already waiting for him.

Although this was rude, he was willing to do anything to save Sangsang.

The black horse neighed continuously. Tonight, this ancient temple was going to be driven by a carriage.

"drive!"

The heavy carriage pressed two deep ravines on the steps, and tiny gravels spattered everywhere.

In Lanke Temple, the sound of the thousand-year-old ancient bell is melodious and endless. It seems that there is Buddha light rising from the Washan Mountain. The Buddha light is faint and hazy, like a dream or an illusion, like a shadow.

"Amitabha!"

The abbot of Lanke Temple proclaimed the Buddha's name and said, "Mr. Thirteen, do you really want to ride a horse in Lanke Temple?"

"You really have such great majesty in the world of the academy. Aren't Mr. Thirteen afraid of being punished by heaven like Mr. Ke?"

Back then, Mr. Ke was just as unreasonable as Ning Que. He struck all over the world with a blue steel sword. But in the end, wasn't he possessed by a demon and killed by heaven?
Ning Que stood on the carriage, pointed his bow at the Master of Lanke Temple, and said, "Master, are you really not going to give way?"

"This is an important matter that affects human lives. Are you really going to ignore it?"

Sangsang was about to be unable to hold on any longer. If this continued, Sangsang might not be able to hold on anymore.

Sang Sang must not die. He and Sang Sang managed to survive with great difficulty.

"No, if Mr. Thirteen comes to visit the temple, I will definitely let you in. But Mr. Thirteen, you destroyed the temple gate of Lanke Temple first."

"I want to ride my horse into the temple again, how can I give in?"

The Zen staff in the hands of the abbot of Lanke Temple hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound, echoing with the sound of the ancient bell in the temple, echoing in the temple.

Ning Que said indifferently: "Since you are unwilling to give in, host, then please forgive me for being unreasonable."

"Dirty guy, what are you waiting for!"

The big black horse neighed, kicked off its hooves and rushed into Lanke Temple. At this moment, many practitioners watching from a distance were amazed by Ning Que's boldness.

As the place where Buddha attained enlightenment, Lanke Temple is the focal point of Xuankong Temple in the secular world, just like the relationship between Zhishou Temple and the temple.

What Ning Que did was to directly push Fo Zong's face to the ground and rub it hard.

The heavy carriage rushed into the temple without any scruples. The abbot of Lanke Temple looked at the carriage rushing towards him and silently recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

"Uncle Qishan, is this the person you want to tell me to treat better?"

Nipo Sa still has three-thirds of firepower, let alone a practitioner from a thousand-year-old temple who has always been prestigious in the world.

The abbot of Lanke Temple clasped his hands together and stood there motionless, quietly waiting for the heavy carriage.

In just a few breaths, the heavy carriage hit the abbot of Lanke Temple. Unexpectedly, Ning Que did not show any signs of harm after hitting the abbot of Lanke Temple. Stop, drive the carriage, and run wildly inside Lanke Temple.

No one among the monks in Lanke Temple dared to step forward to stop him.

On the wall of the Buddhist temple in the distance, the abbot of Lanke Temple, who knew the realm of fate, walked out of the collapsed masonry. His appearance was indeed a bit unsightly.

The abbot of Lanke Temple looked at the carriage running wildly in the temple and didn't know what to say. The storm had begun in Washan, but the disciples of the academy were still as arrogant and domineering as ever!

"Go quickly and inform Master Baoshu, the first master of the Discipline Hall of Xuankong Temple, Master Baitaquni of Yuelun Kingdom, that he is here with the most precious treasure of Buddhism, the Ullan Bell, to slay demons!"

In his eyes, Ning Que was no different from a demon. The most precious treasure of Buddhism, the Yulan Bell, was the best at exorcising evil spirits.

It is just an ordinary thing for the thirteenth gentleman of the academy, who has been deeply possessed by the devil, to show his true colors.

The monk ran all the way out of Lanke Temple. The bells in Lanke Temple kept ringing, and the whole Washan Mountain was shocked.

(End of this chapter)