Remember [New] in a second! Queshan Temple's name is still very famous, no matter what, ordinary players still maintain awe of it.

More importantly, the number of these monks is very large, and many major cities have temples. Once they write it down in their small books, they will probably be targeted no matter where they go.

The monk with the scar showed a kind smile, and said in a nonchalant manner: "The benefactor, please take care of yourself. Those who speak lies will not go far after all."

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave with the other monks.

"What's the matter? When did you monks become so talkative? Didn't the Buddha say, listen to people's advice and eat enough?"

An extremely loud voice came from behind.

The monk with the scar on his face suddenly became gloomy. He turned his head and saw a man wearing a strange white dress and a strange mask standing on the roof.

It was Su Changxing who was wearing a chemical protective suit and a clown mask. This look looked unusually weird.

But he doesn't care, the image is not important anymore.

Other people in the square also looked over here.

"It's him?" The abbot standing under the Leiyun Tower saw Su Changxing and recognized him at a glance, just because the chemical protective suit was too conspicuous.

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." He said silently.

didn't think so.

They didn't bother Su Changxing, but the other party came to trouble them without knowing what to do, just like the weasel didn't go to the chicken, but the chicken came to pay the weasel New Year's greetings

What do these monks care about most?

The first is Buddha nature, which is directly related to their strength.

The second is what other people think of them, which is indirectly related to their strength.

This is why they try to maintain their image.

Buddhism was originally a self-contained pure path of cultivation, but as more and more worlds were covered by the game, more and more players appeared, and extraordinary became the way.

That's why the path of cultivating the Dharma with the extraordinary appeared.

at the same time.

These monks found that this way advanced quite quickly, and even hoped to become a Buddha, but the previous practice method fell into the lower vehicle.

When there is the first monk who becomes a player, there will be a second one, and there will be more and more third ones.

And these monks who become players also build temples in various worlds, and in turn draw the blood of the players.

"I don't know, does the benefactor have any opinion on our Queshan Temple?" Scarred Monk looked up at Su Changxing and said calmly, but the coldness in his eyes could not be hidden no matter what.

This is a **** monk, probably killed many people.

Su Changxing knew that there was nothing he could do about these monks in the main city, so he was very relaxed, "I don't dare to have any opinions, I just express some emotion."

Then, his body turned into a ray of thunder, flew over the crowd, and came to the steps of Leiyun Pagoda.

Su Changxing looked at the abbot of Queshan Temple who was standing not far from him, and shouted: "Old bald donkey! I haven't seen you all night, you should still remember me."

Such blatant abuse caused many people to look sideways, and they all looked over here, wanting to see who was so bold.

The abbot of Queshan Temple is extremely powerful and a highly respected existence, whether it is a human or a ghost, he will give some thin noodles.

Such blatant abuse is probably the same as being slapped in the face.

The abbot of Queshan Temple's face was gloomy, and then he showed a slight smile. Instead of talking to Su Changxing, he turned his head and said to the people in the square below:

"This son is the one who blatantly murdered me in Queshan Temple yesterday. He killed my little monk in Queshan Temple for no reason. It is really hateful."

"We can't do anything to him in the city. If anyone can catch him and send him to my Queshan Temple, my Queshan Temple will definitely send him a great fortune."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar and discussions below.

"It seems that this person has really angered Queshan Temple, and he is really crazy to make such a promise. Is it really possible to do whatever you want in this world if you can't die?"

"My darling, the so-called Good Fortune doesn't refer to that."

"It should be. I heard that Queshan Temple has the ability to promote people in a targeted manner, but with such a good fortune, how could they be willing to let outsiders use it?"

"That's why I just said they were crazy."

To make such a promise in public, Queshan Temple will definitely not lie. Many people looked at Su Changxing with red eyes.

This is a fragrant bun.

More importantly, they could feel that Su Changxing was only around the seventh rank, and his strength should not be very strong.

Some people have already started planning whether to stay at the gate of the city, or use some method to stun Su Changxing in the city.

Su Changxing wore a clown mask and laughed hoarsely: "You can believe what these bald donkeys say, but they are just a bunch of robbers in monk's skin."

The abbot didn't quarrel with Su Changxing to refute this, he just lowered himself and said calmly: "This is the place where the pagoda is opened, even if you have grievances with our temple, you shouldn't make trouble in this kind of place."

Su Changxing put his hands on his chest, and said unhurriedly: "Why, only you are allowed to participate, and I am not allowed to participate?"

When the abbot heard this, he frowned and said, "You can't participate, your strength is too weak, and going in will only lead to death."

Su Changxing saw that these monks only wanted to capture him alive, and that his death was of no value, so he laughed and said, "I just want to die, young master, can you control me?"

The abbot stared at Su Changxing coldly, and said calmly, "Since the benefactor wants to seek death, I won't stop him, let's do whatever happens."

"I don't want to follow fate, I just want to court death." Su Changxing continued.

In the end, they still had a war of words. After all, they couldn't move their hands here, so they could only fight with their mouths. Whoever has a strong mouth is the best.

But generally speaking, no one can argue against these monks who stand on the moral high ground.

It's just that Su Changxing, like a lunatic, didn't care about these things at all, and just messed around, which made the abbot full of anger.

The Buddha stood next to the abbot, but he didn't speak all the time, but smiled at Su Changxing.

"What are you laughing at, I'm sure you won't be able to laugh when you go in later." Su Changxing pointed at Fozi's nose and said aggressively.

"..." Fozi blinked, feeling innocent.

The abbot stood in front of Su Changxing, turned his head and said to Buddha and several monks who were going to participate in the re-drawing, "You go in first, and be careful to stay away from this kid."

In the attic not far away, Wang An and Vivian sat drinking tea by the window. The two changed their outfits, both wearing gray dresses and bamboo hats.

Wang An took a sip of the steaming tea in the cup, took a deep breath and said:

"This big brother is really not bad. He is going head-to-head with that bird-like abbot. He is a fierce man."

Sitting quietly by the window, Wei Wei saw Su Changxing under the Leiyun Pagoda, shook her head and said:

"It doesn't make sense. If he enters the Buddha, he will die inside. Anyway, he is just a newcomer, and he doesn't know that this time the Buddha is completely different."

The corner of Wang An's mouth curled up into a smile: "I don't think so, there must be something extraordinary about him, otherwise the monks at Queshan Temple wouldn't go to great lengths to catch him."

Vivienne glanced at Wang An, but didn't speak. She never refuted Wang An's words, it was a habit.

at the same time.

There are different opinions on this situation on the forum, but most people are not very optimistic about Su Changxing.

"He's just a level 7 Extraordinary, I think he won't be able to survive, and he's another lunatic who gambled for his life."

"That's not necessarily the case. I'm on the scene, and I feel that his aura is also good. He should have strength, but it is really difficult to live out."

"Even if the strength is good, I don't think it can survive. This time, there are many powerful players joining Futu, which is different from before."

"What's the difference, do you have inside information?"

"I heard that the number of people seems to be more than before~lightnovelpub.net~More than 10,000, I don't know the exact number."

Immediately afterwards.

A person named "Lanqingchong" spoke against the id, "Is there such a possibility that he was lucky, and then unexpectedly survived from it?"

Someone will answer below.

"Impossible. You are a newcomer at first glance. You are holding illusions. According to my years of observation experience, only strength is real. I have never seen any lucky people."

"impossible."

"impossible."

…

"Lan Qingchong" seemed to be a novice player, and began to argue, "But according to the probability, there will always be a lucky one. Leaving aside the facts, I think he should have a chance."

"Aside from the facts, what you say makes sense."

"really."

"really."

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