Chapter 119

All the people in Zhongnan Mountain finally arrived at their destination one after another. Due to the large number of people, they had to book a hotel at the foot of Mount Emei. During the off-season of the tourism, a group of people suddenly booked the hotel. How could the hotel owner not make the smile?

As soon as he entered the hotel, Nan Yuzi recruited all the Zhongnan Mountain gates with cultivation above the Nascent Soul stage to the conference hall he specifically ordered the hotel to prepare. Yuan Kongzi and Daniu, and Phil were naturally among them. Seeing that everyone had arrived, Nan Yuzi cleared his throat and began to arrange steps to attack the mountain: "Although the target this time is mainly the Emei Sect, I am not going to fight them head-on. We will first capture the Jinguang Temple, the second largest cultivation sect in Emei Mountain. With the friendship between the Jinguang Temple and the Emei Sect, Emei will definitely not allow the Jinguang Temple to be destroyed by us, and we will come to rescue. At that time, we will divide our troops and ambush them on the way to rescue."

Speaking of this, Nan Yuzi paused for a moment, looked up at Yuan Kongzi and the other two, wanting to hear if they had any different opinions. Yuan Kongzi nodded at him, expressed no opinions, and signaled him to continue speaking. Nan Yuzi spoke again: "If the ambush is successful, it will definitely greatly damage the morale of the Emei Sect, and at the same time it will damage their strength to a certain extent, which will provide us with favorable conditions for the final capture of Mount Emei. Of course, the Emei Sect may not come to rescue. Although this possibility is very small, we have to consider it. If they ignore the life and death of the Golden Light Temple, then the Emei Sect's behavior will definitely make other sects in Mount Emei. In this way, we may be able to defeat other sects one by one without any effort. At that time, the Emei Sect will be unable to whistle, and we want to destroy it ourselves."

Nan Yuzi said that other disciples nodded frequently, and they were very amazed. Nan Yuzi himself seemed to have captured Mount Emei, and was proud and began to dream of spring and autumn where he was always in charge of Mount Emei. The three of Yuan Kongzi and the other two were very funny. After all, Mount Emei used to be the oxer in the world of cultivation. Although it has fallen now, who knows whether there are any old perverts in the Mount Emei who have lived for more than hundreds of years, and whether there are treasures passed down from ancient times. Then Nan Yuzi should not cry.

Of course, Yuan Kongzi and the other two would not warn Nan Yuzi. After listening to my plan, the three of them were eager for the Zhongnan faction to lose their troops. Seeing that everyone had no objections, Nan Yuzi decided to go up the mountain tomorrow and attack the bald donkey from Jinguang Temple first.

There was nothing to say all night, the next day, a group of people from Zhongnan Mountain headed straight to the place of Jinguang Temple with murderous aura. Fortunately, the mountain gates of these cultivation sects were hidden in the deep mountains and were not known to tourists. Otherwise, the battle would inevitably cause some unnecessary trouble.

Before everyone came to the gate of Jinguang Temple, Nan Yuzi ordered his disciples to knock on the gate. After receiving Nan Yu's instructions, the disciple arrogantly walked to the gate of Jinguang Temple and was about to kick the door with his feet. However, before he could kick the door, the door opened automatically. The poor disciple suddenly fell to eat shit because of his unstable center of gravity. As soon as he started to fight, Nan Yuzi's face was a little unhooked. Just when he was about to have an attack, two rows of monks wearing green robes walked out of the gate. Although the robes of these Jinguang Temple gatemen were worn out, they were very clean, especially the eyes of the ten people were extremely clear. Compared with the eyes of the gate of Zhongnan Mountain, it was really different.

Ten disciples of Jinguang Temple stood on both sides of the temple gate, and did not talk to the Zhongnanmenmen in front of the gate. They only cared about chanting "Amitabha". As their chants, a monk wearing a red cassock came out of the middle gate. He waved his hand and a breeze rose up on the ground, rolled up the disciple of the Zhongnan Sect who had fallen so hard that he was sent back to the square formation of the Zhongnan Sect. The wind was just right and did not hurt him at all.

The moment the Zhongnan Sect fell to the ground, the monk wearing a red cassock also spoke: "Please go back, please come back, you are a guest from Zhongnan Mountain. Although my Jinguang Temple is a small sect, it will definitely be thoughtful to entertain you, but the murderous aura in my eyes is out of place. I advise you to put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha. Please go back!"

If Nan Yuzi could be dismissed in just a few words, then Nan Yuzi would not have become the second-ranked figure of the Zhongnan Sect now. After hearing the monk in red, Nan Yuzi laughed instead of angry, but after laughing halfway, he suddenly turned his face and said, "Since the master already knows that we are from the Zhongnan Sect, please let your Jinguang Temple host Master Xinxuan speak out. I don't think you are qualified."

"I am the donor's Xinxuan, and I am ashamed of being the current presidency of the Golden Light Temple."

Since Nan Yuzi had only heard of the name of Xinxuan before and had never seen the person of Xinxuan, he was laughed at by others. At this time, Yuan Kongzi was not calm and said: "Fellow Daoist Nan Yuzi, you really don't know Mount Tai. Master Xinxuan is a famous monk in Buddhism. You don't know him, alas." It would be fine if Yuan Kongzi didn't say this, but after saying this, Nan Yuzi felt even more uneasy. But he couldn't get angry at Yuan Kongzi, so he could only count his anger on the head of Jinguang Temple.

When Yuan Kongzi finished saying this, Master Xinxuan swept at Yuan Kongzi with one eye, and his eyes burst into light, stabbing Yuan Kongzi. However, Yuan Kongzi laughed, unmoved, and stared at Master Xinxuan. Xinxuan only felt that his eyes fell into a vast ocean, sinking deeper and deeper. Fortunately, his mental cultivation was very high, and when he felt something was wrong, he immediately pulled his eyes back, otherwise he would definitely suffer a secret loss.

At this time, cold sweat had already oozed from Xinxuan's head, and Wukongzi was like a ok. After a while, the two of them were immediately distinguished in terms of cultivation. Xinxuan couldn't figure out when the Zhongnan Sect had such a master in charge, and he didn't seem to take Nan Yuzi seriously. His mind and nature were as cultivating as Xinxuan. But it was obvious that this master was standing opposite to Jinguang Temple. Thinking of this, Monk Xinxuan shouted "Amitabha", with a bit of tragic voice.

"Old bald donkey, since you are the host of this Jinguang Temple, it will save me a lot of effort." Nan Yuzi, who was already angry, vented his anger on the head of Monk Xinxuan, "If you know the truth, just submit to my Zhongnan Sect obediently. Otherwise, today will be the day when your Jinguang Temple will destroy the family." Nan Yuzi's words surprised Yuan Kongzi. He had seen arrogant people, but never seen such a person. The subordinate of the Zhongnan Sect, who claimed to be the leader of the decent, actually shouted in front of the other party to destroy the other party, which really opened Yuan Kongzi's eyes.

"I only know that Jinguang Temple does not know the Zhongnan Sect. Donor, please come back! Amitabha~" Monk Xinxuan did not give Nan Yuzi any face, and issued an order to expel guests, and also expressed his position. When the last sound of "Amitabha" blurted out from Monk Xinxuan's mouth, a wave of visible ripples that could be seen from Monk Xinxuan as the source point came to the crowd of people in Zhongnan Mountain. Unprepared, the gates of Zhongnan Mountain were forced to take a step back, and only Yuan Kongzi, Daniu, Phil and a few others were still standing there. Although Nan Yuzi was not forced to retreat, he saw his disciples being forced to retreat by the words of the Xinxuan bald donkey. How could he swallow this tone?

"Since you don't want to toast and eat the punishment, don't blame us for being polite, let's put the flying sword!" Nan Yuzi roared, took the lead in sacrificing his flying sword and shot towards the monks of Jinguang Temple. Others with flying swords also followed suit, and sacrificed the flying swords and Monk Xinxuan attacked. At some point, the monks wearing green robes sat cross-legged on the ground with Monk Xinxuan, chanting Buddhist scriptures. Rounds of yellow ripples surged out of them, resisting nearly a hundred flying swords.

Although their cultivation is good, the disadvantage of the number of people is obvious. The ripples that resisted the flying sword were getting darker and darker, and hundreds of flying swords were approaching them little by little. A monk in green clothes had bloodshot. Everyone knew that if this continued, these eleven monks from the Golden Light Temple would sooner or later be strangled by these flying swords. A smile appeared on the corner of Nan Yuzi's mouth.

Monk Xinxuan also knew that this was not a solution. He picked up the rosary in his hand, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed the blood on the rosary on it, and threw the rosary into the air. The rosary spread out in the air, and each bead was transformed into ten, ten into hundreds, and hundreds into millions, smashing towards the hundreds of flying swords like raindrops. The better-quality flying swords can last for a while in the rain. On the other hand, those with slightly worse quality were immediately smashed into a pile of scrap copper and iron after encountering this rosy rain. The scattered and slumped areas on the sword made their owner feel distressed. Although the quality was not good, it was not the flying sword. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a waste product, which really made those disciples cry without tears.
Chapter completed!