Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

"Oh? You said you are related to Xuankong Temple?" Ye Junlin sat up straight and said with interest.

City Lord Murong nodded and said: "Yes, it is said that the black bear spirit was ordered by the abbot of Xuankong Temple in his early years to listen to Buddhist teachings and receive incense offerings. Later, he somehow managed to sneak away and stand on his own feet. It is pitiful for those who have been mutilated over the years. The child was obviously a black bear raised by the old man, but in the end it was the innocent child's turn to suffer. Countries were afraid of the black bear's background and had no choice but to swallow their anger. "

"Of course, during this period, the leader of the country sent envoys to the central part one after another, hoping to find the abbot of Xuankong Temple to take away the black bear spirit, but in the end there was no news, and even the envoys did not come back. They must have encountered something unexpected."

"Because there are no restraints, Xuankong has become a cancer in the Far West. All criminals who are wanted for breaking the law will eventually run away and seek refuge in Xuankong. Over time, it has become a pure land for criminals from all over the world!"

"To this day, we don't have any effective methods. We can only rely on our passion to deal with them as much as possible."

After listening to City Lord Murong's words, everyone knew the situation in this place very well.

"Humph, according to the urine of those bald donkeys, they must have turned a blind eye to the evil done by their abbot. In addition, the monks below were afraid that this matter would spread and damage Xuankong. The reputation of the temple was compromised, so I decided to secretly make those messengers disappear from this world."

Hongye hated people in Buddhism deeply. Seeing the opportunity at this moment, she folded her hands in front of her chest and spoke her opinion smoothly.

"It's true." Ye Junlin agreed with this statement. Combined with the fact that Master Ran Deng he met before dared to silence him directly in order to vent his anger. Therefore, according to the trend inside the Xuankong Temple, this possibility cannot be ruled out!

Hongye was stunned, and then she felt proud, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised unnoticeably.

I am very talented, even you have to admit it, right?

"Uh, this..." City Lord Murong was shocked by this statement and did not dare to continue.

After all, the Xuankong Temple is the most powerful temple in Florida, with many haloes above its head. It is the holy land of Buddhism in the Eastern Region. It has various legends about how to slay demons and save wronged souls. It is the favorite material for storytellers to compile.

In the eyes of outsiders, Xuankong Temple is the light of Buddhism, and the abbot of Xuankong Temple is the spiritual leader of meditation. How can he tolerate the irresponsible remarks of others?

At first, City Lord Murong really suspected this, but he only dared to keep it in his stomach.

After all, all countries have a certain amount of Zen practice, and the practitioners basically focus on Zen. Therefore, even the king does not dare to talk about the Hanging Temple for fear of causing major disputes and shaking his rule.

Ye Junlin's gaze rested on the side of Murong City Lord. Commander Yang, who was dripping with cold sweat and trembling with his head lowered, pointed with his finger and smiled playfully: "This person seems to be in collusion with Xuan Kong껚놋?"

"Damn it, this bitch secretly colluded with Xuan Kong and killed several previous city lords of Wucheng. If senior 놆 had not shown up in time, I would have followed suit!" City Lord Murong held up his sword and glared at the burly man next to him. Face of hatred.

Commander Yang was so frightened that he fell to his knees, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Senior, have mercy on me, I was just confused for a moment!"

Ye Junlin sneered: "If I'm not wrong, what is the black bear spirit going to do? Otherwise, it will send people to kidnap children frequently these days?"

Commander Yang hesitated and said: "놆, Lord 놆껚, no, that damn beast 놆 is going to have a big birthday party recently, so the tasks assigned to the people below are a bit heavier..."

"For a small city, you want 800 boys and girls. How many children will the entire Leshan Country lose? In addition, there are thirty-five other countries. How huge will the total number be? The sins you have committed by Xuan Kong are really serious!" City Lord Murong scolded angrily.

"I'm fascinated, but it's not my fault! The momentum in the sky is too huge, and the background is so hard. Who dares to provoke it in the entire Far West? That's why I..." Commander Yang argued.

Ye Junlin shook his head and flicked his fingers.

Uh-huh!

Commander Yang felt like he was being flung away, the wind howling in his ears, and then he saw Kunpeng open his big mouth and forcefully suck him in.

"ah……"

Screams echoed in his mouth, and then silence fell.

For Kunpeng, this is just a snack given by his master.

"Do you know where Xuankong is?"

"Reporting back to senior, just 껜 miles away in the southwest, it was originally called Jingzhe Ridge. After it was occupied by the black bear spirit, it was renamed Xuankong."

Ye Junlin nodded, "Okay, I'll go take a look later."

Upon hearing this, Lord Murong was extremely excited and said: "Thank you, senior!"

놋This big shot is still worried about hanging in the air?

"A kind man?" Ye Junlin couldn't help laughing when he heard this comment.

He just thought that this time he could bring some special greeting gifts to Xuankong Temple.

Most importantly, he was curious about what steamed bear paws tasted like!

Suddenly, City Lord Murong tentatively said: "May I ask this senior's surname?"

"Xuan Jizong, Ye Junlin."

"It turns out that Senior Ye, wait a minute!" City Lord Murong was about to say a few compliments, but then he suddenly reacted as if his forehead was struck by thunder, and his eyes suddenly widened, "You, you, you, you..."

"Let's go!" Ye Junlin waved his sleeves, and a wave of magic enveloped him, teleporting the man below in the blink of an eye, and healing his injuries at the same time.

"Akun, turn around and hang in the air!"

Kunpeng let out a joyful cry, and drove the mighty airflow to the horizon. The pressure that enveloped Wucheng gradually disappeared, and the people felt much better, with awe on their faces.

Lord Murong, standing on the ruins, looked at it blankly.

Lord Murong couldn't believe that the handsome young man who helped them was the famous white-haired old demon who was known as the God of Killing a while ago!

This is completely opposite to the image circulated in Florida!

Ever since the Hanging Temple suffered a loss in that expeditionary battle, the image of the demon Ye Junlin has been smeared even more. When mentioning him, he must be associated with all negative words. Now he is a household name in Florida. For example, if a child is disobedient, the adults will scare him and say that the demon Ye will come to eat you at night!

In this public opinion environment, Lord Murong was influenced by what others said and thought that Ye Junlin of Xuanzong was bloodthirsty and ruthless, and was crazy with blood.

But he never expected that the senior who helped Wucheng today was him!

And he actually praised the other party as a great good man without knowing anything?

Lord Murong wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He felt a very absurd and sad feeling in his heart.

The Hanging Temple, which was once known as the holy land of Buddhism and the place of salvation, ignored the lives of the people here and allowed the black bear to do whatever it wanted, while the smeared and slandered Ye Motou was willing to take the initiative to help them solve their difficulties?

The contrast between the reputations of the two formed a strong contrast, and the huge impact shattered Lord Murong's solid cognition.

City Lord Murong's eyes were red, his nose was sour, and two lines of tears slid down his face. He murmured, "Who is the devil..."

A few seconds later, City Lord Murong lost control of his emotions and roared, as if questioning the high Buddha,

"Buddha, who is the devil?!!!"

The subordinates who rushed over were stunned, "City Lord, you..."

They were shocked by the abnormal behavior of this respected city lord.

City Lord Murong gradually recovered his mood, then pointed to the direction where Kunpeng was going away, bowed deeply with both hands.

He didn't say anything, but it seemed that he said everything.