"Tanishism...is interesting."

Wang Yuan's smile on his face gradually became unethical when he heard this.

"What do you want?" Dongfang Weiming saw Wang Yuan's smile so sinister, and he asked quickly.

"Borrow a knife and kill someone!"

Wang Yuandao: "As far as I know, Tantric Lamas have always been able to repay their kindness without revenge, and they will be revenge... Hehe... If Tantric Buddhism comes to burn Qingliang Temple, wouldn't it be beautiful..."

"This is a bit nonsense..."

Dongfang Weiming said firmly: "Although Tantric Buddhism and Zen Buddhism are two schools and are not very close to each other, they have always been able to keep the water from the wells. How could they listen to us and attack Qingliang Temple?"

"You're stupid, right?"

Wang Yuan said sinisterly: "I didn't say that they would listen to us. If we pretended to be monks from Qingliang Temple and went to Dawenshu Temple to set a fire, what would you say they would?"

"Damn it! Is it so despicable?"

Dongfang Weiming was amazed at Wang Yuan's insidiousness.

After all, this monk is a disciple of the abbot of the famous Shaolin Temple. It is said that the chivalrous value is not low, so he can just talk about how to kill and set fire. This method of plagiarizing others is not a mistake.

"Although your method is good, it's not easy to implement!"

Dongfang Weiming thought for a while and said, "Look at your cassock, it is obviously not the same as Qingliang Temple. If you set fire to the Manshu Temple, then you will settle the account on the head of Shaolin Temple. Then..."

"It's easy to say!"

Before Dongfang Weiming finished speaking, Wang Yuan took out a mask in his arms, entered the four words "Man on the Sacred Mountain" and then pressed it on his face.

At the same time, Wang Yuan was twisted and turned into the appearance of a man on the sacred mountain.

"This...disguise technique?" Dongfang Weiming asked in surprise when he saw Wang Yuan suddenly changed his appearance.

"Not bad! You have insight!" Wang Yuan praised.

"Awesome!" Dongfang Weiming gave a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

Damn, this monk has been so stupid and has learned such a tricky technique. It seems that Qingliang Temple cannot be saved this time.

"Let's go! Go to Damanshu Temple!"

After becoming a man on the sacred mountain, Wang Yuanchong Dongfang Weiming greeted him, and the two walked up the mountain road.

There are many temples in Mount Wutai. The two of them searched for a long time and finally arrived at the entrance of Dawenshu Temple.

The lamas in Damanshu Temple are much richer than the monks in Qingliang Temple. This temple is magnificent and more luxurious than Shaolin Temple. Because it lives on the top of the mountain, it looks more solemn and dignified.

The two found a corner where no one was around, and Wang Yuan took out a torch and handed it to Dongfang Weiming and said, "Come on! Let's see you..."

Wang Yuan has always liked to instigate others to do things like murder and arson, but he rarely does it himself.

"Why is it me?" Dongfang Wei was obviously more alert than Yimeng. Dugu Xiaoling and others were much more alert. Seeing that Wang Yuan wanted to set fire by himself, he refused decisively.

"I am a famous and decent sect, or a Buddhist hero!" Wang Yuan said: "How can I do such a despicable thing?"

"Then I will be even worse!" Dongfang Weiming shook his head and said, "I am a public official and I am not upright. How can I know that the law is broken?"

The two of them were shameless, each with their own reasons and refused to set fire.

Just as the two were "humble" to each other, three lamas walked out of the Manshu Courtyard and walked down the mountain.

"Hey, I thought of a better way!"

Seeing three lamas not far away, Wang Yuan suddenly said again.

"What do you want?"

Dongfang Weiming asked in confusion.

"Hehe! You stand here and don't move, I'll go and come!"

Wang Yuan said a word, jumped forward, and jumped in front of the three lamas.

"Who are you? You dare to be our way!" Seeing that Wang Yuan suddenly blocked his way, one of the fat lamas shouted fiercely.

"I am your father!"

Wang Yuan smiled slightly, stretched his hands forward, grabbed the two lamas directly in his hands, and then used Yunhe Jiuxiao's light skills to rise and fall into the air, and several ups and downs disappeared in front of the fat lama in the head.

“Not good…”

The fat lama was shocked when he saw this, turned around and ran up the mountain, while Wang Yuan had already brought the two of them to Dongfang Weiming's side.

After strangling a lama to death, Wang Yuan pointed to another lama who was knocked out and said, "Take him to the backyard of Qingliang Temple, and I will arrive later!"

After saying that, Wang Yuan's body twisted and turned into a dead lama, and staggered towards Wenshu Temple.

Dongfang Weiming was also a smart person. He knew what Wang Yuan was going to do, so he didn't hesitate to carry the fainting lama and headed straight to Qingliang Temple at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the fat lama had already brought a group of lamas back to the place where Wang Yuan had just kidnapped. Seeing Wang Yuan staggering back, one of the middle-aged lamas asked anxiously: "Where is your junior brother?"

"He... he was captured by a monk, as if he had gone to Qingliang Temple. I finally broke free from his poisonous hand!" Wang Yuan's opera spirit possessed him and said with anger but not breathing.

"Boyan, what's going on?"

At this time, a big lama with an extremely fierce face came over and asked the middle-aged lama in extremely poor Chinese.

"Report to Master Bayan, a lama in our temple was kidnapped. I suspect it was made by the people from Qingliang Temple!" Boyan replied respectfully.

"Qingliang Temple! Humph!"

Master Bayan snorted coldly and said, "Senior Brother Sanjie asked me to come here to investigate Qingliang Temple. I was not able to find the reason. Now Qingliang Temple is provoking it. It really takes a lot of effort to get it!"

"It's not a waste of time..." Wang Yuan said speechlessly.

"Well! You can also say that..." Master Bayan glanced at Wang Yuan, then looked around and said, "Let's go! Get the weapon, let's go down the mountain to find people!"

Speaking of this, Master Bayan asked Wang Yuan again: "How is your injury?"

"Just being frightened... nothing serious." Wang Yuan waved his hand and said.

"You are a witness, go with me!" Bayan said.

"Go ahead..." Wang Yuan was full of black lines. Master Bayan's Chinese proficiency was really unsatisfactory.

"The positive and negative are the same!" Master Bayan didn't care at all.

Master Bayan was the favorite big lama of the Tantric Sangjie Living Buddha. Boyan Lama and others followed his horse's lead. After receiving the order from Master Bayan, the lamas immediately returned to the temple, took weapons, and followed Wang Yuan to Qingliang Temple at the foot of the mountain.

On the side of Qingliang Temple, Dongfang Weiming had just secretly threw the fainting lama into the backyard of Qingliang Temple. A monk ran to the backyard and was at the gate of Shenshan. He said, "Abbot, there are more than a dozen lamas outside who want to see you. They are all carrying weapons on their bodies and rubbing their hands. It seems that they are not in good intentions."

“Is it so efficient?”

Dongfang Weiming heard this and was surprised.
Chapter completed!