I don’t know where this person learned the Three Yin Demon Killing Sword of Xuantian Shenglong Dao.

Strong energy, courageous and vigorous.

He passed through all levels and was almost unstoppable.

No matter how many times the Duke of Liang took action, they could not stop Zong Pingnan from rising like a comet.

It wasn't until Dong Gong came forward later that he found out that the other party had committed seven kills, not Greedy Wolf.

"Thinking about it this way, the old monk from Huangjue Temple had an evil prophecy that has troubled me for twenty years.

Therefore, all thieves and bald donkeys in the world should be killed!"

When Xuan Ming heard this, his face trembled slightly.

The middle finger and thumb of the right hand are flexed and extended, like a Bodhisattva holding a jade purification vase upside down.

The inner energy suddenly spread all over the body, like drops of nectar, dispelling Yang Hong's sudden cold murderous intention.

"My lord, please calm down. This poor monk is a disciple of Xuankong Temple.

The words of the abbot of Huangjue Temple turned out to be evil prophecies, how can you blame the poor monk?"

As the saying goes, when the master is angry, the color of the world changes.

Yang Hong's wisp of murderous intent was enough to break the minds of the great masters of the four realms.

Even if Xuanming practices meditation, he must concentrate on dealing with it and deal with it carefully.

"Huangjue Temple is a bunch of thieves and bald donkeys who are clinging to the saints. How can your Xuankong Temple be any better?

An'er was originally the heir apparent and was supposed to take over the Yang family's business, but was abducted to become a monk.

If it weren't for Yin Kong's sake, ten years ago I would have led troops to level the temple gate, burn down the Sutra Pavilion, destroy the pagoda, and knock down the ninety-foot-tall Buddha statue!"

Yang Hong narrowed his eyes, his tone was cold, and his old face suddenly became gloomy.

As we all know, Yang An, the eldest son of the Duke of Liang, was born with Su Hui.

It is said that when he was still a baby, he neither cried nor laughed, and could walk as soon as he fell to the ground.

Not only will he be remembered forever after seeing him, but he will also bow his head when he sees the ferocious beasts and horses kept in captivity in the house.

"Senior Brother Xuan'an is the reincarnation of the Buddha. He caught Zhou Zhou during the Hundred Days Banquet and held a string of bodhi seeds on a bolt.

How old a baby is to be able to subdue a red-blooded dragon horse.

Just like the ancient Buddha who was born and captured the fire dragon in his alms bowl.

These are enough to prove that Senior Brother Xuan'an has a great connection with Buddhism and will definitely achieve enlightenment in the future."

Xuan Ming said sincerely.

"Even if you talk nonsense, how can you eliminate my hatred for losing my son?

I also said that your master who is the first lecturer was born with my fist, so why don’t you see him come over and get a beating?!”

Yang Hong sneered because he didn't like Buddhism.

All the temples in Jingzhou and Wulu County were demolished, and there was not even a single monk left.

It can be seen that the harsh words of setting fire to the Xuankong Temple were not just casual words for the Duke of Liang.

Xuan Ming had nothing to say, so he had to smile bitterly.

Under the Jing Dynasty, except for the saints who were in seclusion.

Only the Dukes of Wei and Heng who are not alive can suppress each other.

"That's all, the three religions and six traditions, the Confucian schools are all pedantic and poor, and the Taoist sect has one religion and one religion, and rarely sets foot outside the world.

On the contrary, your Buddhist sect is showing signs of prosperity.

The previous generation's Wrath Vajra Yinkong, Dharma Monk Zhenru, Lotus Monk, and an unknown walking monk were all rated as the four great divine monks by Qin Tian Jian.

This generation is full of talented people. You, the little bald donkey, is one, and my unsatisfactory son is one.

There are also the demonic monks in black under the command of King Yan..."

Yang Hong leaned into the big chair and read out the names of these people.

Either a great master or a rising star.

"On the way to Beijing, the poor monk once had a debate with Brother Dao Guang of Tianjie Temple.

His words are sharp and imply killing, and I am not as good as him.

Of course, Senior Brother Xuan'an will definitely be far better than him."

Xuan Ming held his head high and was convinced by Xuan An, who was regarded as the new Buddhist disciple of Xuankong Temple.

As for the black-clothed monster monk mentioned by Liang Guogong, his background is not ordinary.

Born in a small temple, he studied Buddhism and Taoism, and his realm was quite advanced.

He was promoted to Grand Master when he was only thirty years old. He often visited Prince Yan's residence and became a guest.

He is a powerful enemy competing for the title of Buddha in the world!

"Little bald donkey, after returning to the temple, give me a message.

Tell that unfilial son who wants to become a Buddha that his father will be eighty-four years old this year.

As the saying goes, seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell will not invite you to go.

On his birthday, let him go down the mountain to meet him and say goodbye to his last thoughts.

If he doesn't want the title of Duke, then... give it to someone else."

Yang Hong closed his eyes and meditated.

His eldest son, Yang An, became a monk and became a monk.

The second son, Yang Que, could not be put to great use and his talent was mediocre.

Although the younger daughter has some thoughts and tricks, they are all side effects and cannot lead to a big deal.

For a prince's mansion, it is indeed a bit weak.

"My lord, your words are serious. The life span of a grandmaster can be up to two hundred years. How can it be compared to ordinary people..."

Before Xuan Ming could finish his words, he was interrupted by a gust of wind.

Like flying sand and rocks, a huge figure pressed down on the clouds and stopped in front of the marching team, forcing the jade chariot to stop.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is a sapphire lion about two feet tall, with loose hair as thick as felt and eyes as bright as lanterns.

There were clouds and mist all around him, and the billowing black wind was circling, dragging the strong demon body weighing several thousand kilograms.

"monster!"

"What a courage!"

"What kind of evil beast dares to disturb the carriage of Duke Liang's mansion!"

"..."

The three hundred fine knights tightened their reins, and the dragon horses under their crotches raised their hooves violently, obviously stimulated by the evil spirit.

As if they were facing a formidable enemy, they formed a military formation at extremely fast speeds, and their sharp swords flashed together.

The energy and blood gathered together and turned into a colorful tiger with strong evil energy, which dispersed the black evil wind coming towards the face.

"I... am sending a message for the master, but please don't do anything! If you hurt me even a hair, the master will definitely be angry!"

When the sapphire lion saw the formation, all its original pride disappeared, it shook a few times and shouted quickly.

The retinue of Duke Liang's Mansion was also too fierce, shouting and killing at every turn, but Shejilou was safer.

"Meng Xuanji hasn't moved out of his nest for almost half a century, he's like a stone.

He has never had any friendship with me, what can you say?"

Yang Hong did not open his eyes, but raised his hand gently to stop the jingqi who had formed an army from charging.

These are all tough soldiers in the army, veterans of hundreds of battles who he personally trained.

Not only did he succeed in exchanging blood, but he also knew how to form a formation with orders and prohibitions.

Even the masters of the four realms cannot withstand several rounds of charges.

"My master, let Duke Liang give him some face."

The sapphire lion tried hard to show some majesty, but the hair all over its body was floating in the air.

"Um?"

Yang Hong remained motionless.

"Ji Yuan is my master's registered disciple."

The sapphire lion was extremely frightened and said tremblingly:

"I hope Duke Liang will show his respect and not be embarrassed."

Yang Hong's eyelids twitched, slowly opened them, and asked in a deep voice:

"Didn't that old ghost Meng Xuanji say that he has committed seven crimes in his life and can only accept six disciples? When will one of them appear?"

The four legs of the sapphire lion seemed to have cramps, and he almost fell down.
To be continued...