"Where do you get the nerve? Huh?" Fang Zhiyi asked the guy who called himself Jia with his hands on his hips. He also saw his two nephews and took the time to say hello.

"You! I heard that Baiyun Temple is kind to others, but it seems that it is an exaggeration!" Jiajia is also a tough guy, but he still refuses to admit defeat.

Fang Zhiyi smiled and was about to roll up his sleeves when he heard a muffled thunder in the sky. He looked up and glared, then put his sleeves down in dismay: "Little ones! What did your master teach you?"

A disciple who had followed him replied, "Master, isn't that the saying 'If you study without thinking, you will be useless; if you think without studying, you will be lazy?'"

Fang Zhiyi nodded approvingly: "That's about right, go ahead!"

Several disciples rushed out holding wooden sticks, and Jia hugged his head and screamed in pain.

He didn't understand what Bai meant.

Xiao Hei heard Fang Zhiyi's apology to the saint in his heart, and shook his head and wagged his tail speechlessly.

"I'm sorry, Saint..." Fang Zhiyi apologized silently for the Nth time.

Then he heard the Taoist cursing, "You evil cultivator, how could you be so cruel!"

Jia opened his mouth to curse, but was hit on the mouth by a stick, which immediately silenced him.

Fortunately, the leading disciple was tired of beating him. He leaned on the stick with one hand and pointed at him with the other: "Listen carefully, if you don't reflect on your actions after being taught a lesson by my master, your beating will be in vain. If you don't take the initiative to accept the teachings after reflecting on your actions, then you will die."

His teeth were about to be broken. This was not an expression. It was because someone had hit him in the mouth several times just now, and now he felt that several of his teeth had fallen out.

There were two disciples standing by, their clothes were different from those who beat him up, but one of them looked at him expressionlessly while the other looked at him with eyes full of pity, which made Jia's inner sense of humiliation reach its peak.

"Okay, okay, you evil cultivators, how dare you assault me ​​like this? Just wait, I won't be a human being until I've avenged this!" "No," Xiao Yunche secretly resolved. If the divine object hadn't reacted, he wouldn't have endured this humiliation!

Fang Zhiyi watched him limp away, then looked at the stunned pilgrims with a warm smile. "Don't panic, everyone. That person just now was an evil cultivator who wanted to sneak into Baiyun Temple and attack you. Fortunately, I discovered him and stopped him."

Some pilgrims immediately thanked Fang Zhiyi, while others asked, "Master, why didn't you kill him?"

Fang Zhiyi waved his hands repeatedly: "A cultivator cultivates his mind, how can he rashly harbor murderous thoughts? Although he is an evil cultivator, as a cultivator who is saving the Cang Ye, I am willing to give him a chance to repent."

The pilgrims reacted, some applauded, some were moved.

Only Jiang Mubai had a strange expression, his face flushed red, and he turned his head away without saying a word, as if there was something there that attracted him.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Fang Zhiyi waved his hand and left the temple.

Zhao Yichen, who was packing the copper coins, laughed softly and said, "Master, you are quite shameless."

"Hey, how can you talk to your uncle? You are not learning your lesson day by day, and now you are talking without respect."

Zhao Yichen just grinned.

"How's it going? Did you find it?" Fang Zhiyi asked Xiao Hei, who jumped up and down. "I found it, but it's still too small. I guess our appearance disrupted its plans. If we take action now, it might cause some bad things."