What exactly Cihang Temple is going to do? There is no point in guessing at home. You can find out just by taking a look.

Du Wen planned this, and so did Xia Yanzhen.

Master Cihang is back?

Well, let's go see if it's me. If so, the task will be completed soon.

Early the next morning.

The spring weather is just right. Located in a corner of the imperial city, Cihang Temple covers an area of ​​​​large size and is crowded with people and extremely lively.

A large number of believers gathered here, waiting to listen to Master Cihang's sermons.

Opportunities like this are few and far between in recent years.

Not long after, a sound of gongs was heard outside.

A group of people arrived, with armored guards in front clearing the way. In the middle, sitting on a tall horse, was an extremely majestic middle-aged man.

It was none other than Du Wen.

When the Grand Master arrived, the crowd naturally separated.

Du Wen rode all the way to the temple gate. The welcoming monk looked at the astonishing Du Wen and forced a smile.

"Master Du..."

"Why, don't you welcome me to come when Master gives lectures?" Du Wen's tone was light, but the words he spoke were weighty.

The two sides fought fiercely, but when they met each other "like kings", they were still smiling.

Naturally, the little monk who welcomed guests couldn't bear Du Wen's heart-wrenching words.

If there is even a slight mishandling, Cihang Temple itself will have to express its response without Du Wen taking action.

Du Wen was a person who fought with Master Cihang.

Where is it the monk's turn to welcome guests?

If you do this, what if Du Wen's men don't give Master Cihang face someday?

Are you letting each other out and making disgusting people?

The little devils are not stupid, they are the ones who will be unlucky in the end.

"Don't you dare..." The welcoming monk immediately stepped aside.

He just needs to block it a little to show his attitude.

The welcoming monks backed away, and Du Wen immediately rode his horse to enter Cihang Temple. The believers outside were immediately dissatisfied.

Buddhism is a pure place. Even if you are a grand master, it's not easy to ride in, right?

Complaints and discussions arose.

Du Wen was not polite and looked back directly, his eyes were like lightning, and a deep pressure emanated from him.

The crowd of believers immediately became silent.

Du Wen's gaze seemed to have turned into a big mountain, pressing firmly on everyone's heart, making them breathless and unable to speak.

Du Wen is obviously a monk with unpredictable abilities.

"snort."

Seeing that all the believers were quiet, Du Wen snorted and rode into Cihang Temple.

He doesn't like these believers at all.

If you have money and provide it to Cihang Temple, why not provide it to the imperial court?

A bunch of idiots who don't know what to call.

After Cihang Temple is completely eliminated, these people will confiscate all their homes!

High in the air, Tiamat looked at Du Wen and said, "This man is very powerful."

"How strong?"

"The aura just emitted is probably stronger than the tree demon back then..." Tiamat initially judged Du Wen's strength.

The Dream Apostle continues to experience various different worlds.

It can barely be divided into several levels.

If the world you live in does not have a cultivation system with clear realm levels, it will be difficult to divide them.

We can only compare with "predecessors" to have a relatively clear understanding of our strength.

"Tree demon? It's not that strong." Xia Yanzhen said, "Let's wait for Master Cihang to come out."

"Um."

Tiamat continues to hide high in the sky.

Despite its size, it is difficult to notice.

As for Xia Yanzhen, if monks like Du Wen used their spiritual consciousness to scan him, even if they could scan Tiamat, they would not be able to scan him.

When he arrived outside the square of the Main Hall in the temple, Du Wen got off his horse.

A stage has been set up in the square.

There were quite a few futons placed in front of the table, and quite a few people were already sitting on the futons.

Compared with ordinary believers outside, the status of those who come here to listen to scriptures is much higher.

There are many dignitaries.

Seeing Du Wen coming here, these people were very surprised. It was not right to go up to say hello, nor was it wrong not to say hello. It was quite embarrassing.

Du Wen did not embarrass them. He got off his horse and stood beside them, pretending not to let strangers in.

Seeing Du Wen like this, the others breathed a sigh of relief and remained silent.

Soon, accompanied by a burst of Sanskrit music, a group of monks came out.

There were sixteen people in total, divided into two rows, and in the middle was a bejeweled old monk.

The old monk has a thin figure, his two white eyebrows hang down, his cheeks are sunken, and there are no wrinkles on his face.

This person is Master Cihang, an old man over a hundred years old and a highly respected Buddhist master.

Without squinting his eyes, Master Cihang, surrounded by disciples and Sanskrit voices, came to the stage and sat down. Without saying any preface, he immediately opened his mouth and started chanting sutras.

His voice was combined with the Sanskrit sounds formed by the chanting of the surrounding disciples, and spread outside the temple so that believers outside could also hear it.

Although they didn't understand it at all, they were fascinated by it, with a look of obsession on their faces.

The same goes for the believers in the temple.

Including those around Du Wen, the expressions on their faces also gradually changed.

Du Wen was the only one who was not affected. His eyes did not fall on Master Cihang, but on the disciples around him.

After a while, Du Wen felt calm.

That’s right!

Master Cihang has not come back!

These people in front of me are fake.

Cihang's master Du Wen couldn't see the flaw, but these disciples, Du Wen did.

They are not the people who usually follow Master Cihang.

This is just a show arranged by Cihang Temple to stabilize people's hearts.

"In that case..."

After confirming this, Du Wen was ready to make a move.

There are not many opportunities like this, he must seize it!

Du Wen was a decisive person. After making up his mind, he began to prepare, and his magic power secretly circulated.

"Do you want to take action?"

High in the sky, Tiamat asked.

"Don't worry, let's see what Master Du does." Xia Yan was really not in a hurry.

We can't be sure whether Master Cihang is real or fake, so let's see what Du Wen will do.

It's naturally a good thing if someone takes the lead.

Just as he was talking, Du Wen in the square suddenly burst out: "Monster! How dare you pretend to be Master Cihang!"

While shouting, he stepped forward and punched out.

A huge golden fist formed instantly, fell from the sky, and hit Master Cihang.

That yelling was not a reminder.
To be continued...