"Deacon Fu, this matter should not be underestimated. Let me wait in." said the abbot Chengfeng of Lingbao Guan.

Zhuo Gongmei and Tong Boqian were buried in the law. Not only did Chen Yang not take down the three-yuan compass privately, he instead sent the magic weapon back to the Lingbao Temple.

Moreover, it is Chen Yang's contribution to the fact that Zhuo Gongmei and his two men were able to commit suicide.

Lingbao Temple has always kept this favor in my heart.

When the incident came out, they immediately organized people and rushed here.

Not only them, but also Jinhua Temple, and some other Taoist temples that once owed Chen Yang human favors, and even some martial arts halls and temples, have also come.

Chen Yang offended many people, but he has helped many people.

As soon as the news came out, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Chen Yang was asking for help.

So they rushed over.

Even the Wuma family sent people to come.

Beim also drew some people and rushed over.

There are many other monks who have also come here.

But these people are not for help.

They just wanted to see the fun and find out what was going on.

After all, it is related to spiritual cultivation, and it is not a trivial matter.

Lingjiu came alone. She also walked up at this moment. Seeing Deacon Fu and others hesitated, she said, "Open the door."

"Abbot Lingjiu..."

"This is not your Maoshan Taoist temple alone. President Chen is with a thousand disciples. If something happens, who can bear this responsibility? Open the door!"

Deacon Fu still hesitated.

"Open the door." Grandmaster Lu suddenly spoke.

Lu Qinger also said: "Open the door and let them in."

"It's not a big deal to wait like this. If there is any problem, you have to solve it and open the door."

Several great masters of the Dharma protectors in the temple also spoke.

Deacon Fu sighed and waved, "Open the door."

Immediately a disciple stepped forward and opened the two doors.

The door was pitch black, not even a trace of sound, and the silence made people feel panicked.

Ling Jiu took off the long sword tied to his waist, tied it back behind his shoulders, and then walked into the pass.

Huang Dongting, Lingbao Temple, Louguantai...

Dozens of people walked into Shanguan silently without saying a word.

The black night and the cold moon inside the pass seemed to emit a lifeless aura.

When the last person walked in, someone breathed a sigh of relief in the crowd, somewhere in the crowd.

It was Su Song and the other four.

When he realized that something seemed to have happened in Maoshan Pass, it was too late.

But he realized that something really happened, but he was not sure about the seriousness of the matter.

He now knows how serious it is.

After all, it is about spiritual cultivation.

Apart from the Xinpai Mansion they put in, I don’t know how many people there were sneaking in through other ways.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Suddenly, a huge noise came from the gate.

There were some people who were drowsy and almost fell asleep.

At this moment, I was immediately attracted by the movement.

The dark night sky seemed to be coming out of the pass like a strong wind.

"Yes, I'm up!" a disciple whispered.

Ji Ran nodded and his eyes swept over quickly.

Lekong came out with Huijue.

However, there are only two of them.

Others...

They are all disciples of Taoism.

"How come there are so many Taoist disciples?" the disciple said strangely.

"They are out." Deacon Fu breathed a sigh of relief and asked quickly: "Are they?"

Longchi nodded: "It's them."

"Is the number of people the right one?"

"This..." Long Chi was in a dilemma.

He only knew that Chen Yang brought a lot of people in.

But he never counted how many disciples he brought.

Soon, all these disciples were out.

As soon as he came out, he was surrounded by everyone.

Asked in a singular way: "How is it inside?"

“What’s going on now?”

"Is there really spiritual practice?"

Everyone's focus is on spiritual cultivation.

Lekong and Huijue did not answer, but walked quickly outside the crowd.

Suddenly, they saw Ji Ran, were slightly stunned, and walked up quickly.

"Abbot."

"Where are them?"

After looking around, Deacon Fu and his group came.

Deacon Fu: "What's going on now? Why didn't President Chen come out?"

He was very confused. Huijue had already come out, why didn’t Chen Yang come out yet?

Lekong didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Although this incident has been exposed in Chen Yang's place, Deacon Fu doesn't know.

"The big demon has been moved, and the evil cultivator has also appeared. Several of my fellow brothers and President Chen are trying to find a way to save the spiritual cultivator."

"Isn't spiritual cultivation here?" He looked at Huijue.

The latter's face turned red.

Although he was also kept in the dark, he still felt ashamed.

I am a nonsense spiritual practitioner.

"Ahem." Lekong said: "Another spiritual practitioner."

"What?"

Deacon Fu was stunned: "One more?"

"Um."

"who?"

"Okay." Ji Ran said: "Don't worry about who it is, Lekong, you just said that there is an evil cultivator involved?"

"Yes."

"That evil cultivator is very strong."

"Even those big monsters are not opponents."

Ji Ran asked: "Have you seen exiled?"

"Not yet." Lekong said: "Abbot, the evil cultivator is powerful, so they know that they can't handle it."

"Where is President Chen?"

"President Chen...he may be difficult to deal with."
To be continued...