Chapter 196

196 "Master Gaoguan!"

When Gao Yuan was leaving, he wanted to struggle, but after taking a few steps, he felt a resistance.

Appeared between him and the two Taoists, as the distance gradually increased, the force seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Even he, who was at the seventh level, was unable to break through. After a few sounds, he could only pin his hopes on Gao Yu'an's words.

Watch until the rain stops.

There is a mystery in the Taoist's words.

"What should I do, brother?"

Because of Liang Ran's departure, he became a little impatient. Seeing that Gao Yuan's figure had disappeared from his sight, one of Monk Neng Ren's fellow disciples asked at this time.

He didn't expect that his senior brother would follow Gao Yuan's wishes just now. At present, it seems that the old Taoist priest is still trustworthy.

This rain will definitely not stop for a while. I am quite satisfied with the previous one hundred and eighty taels.

This time it took too long. We should act quickly to prevent Liangran from escaping again.

"What should I do? Follow me into the temple!"

Although he still had doubts in his heart, Monk Neng Ren didn't care about anything else after Gao Yuan finished speaking and left.

He took the lead and walked across the ruins to approach Lan Ran. The monk's robe that was originally wet by the rain suddenly became dry again.

His body seemed to be painted with gold in an instant, and after he took a few steps, his whole body was covered with steam.

The seventh level of Buddhism - Golden Body.

Gather all your skills and strive for a quick victory.

"We must not let Leran escape again!"

Following the master into the incense hall, he saw him busy refilling the oil lamp. Xiang Jiannan's mind was still in the backyard.

I could sense that they had already engaged in combat, and from the sound of the rain I could sense that the battle seemed to be quite intense.

Xiang Jiannan had seen Buddhist magic battles before, with a lot of special effects, but the colors were rather monotonous.

That's clear. We won't be able to hold out until the rain stops.

"I can't sleep tonight."

Sitting on the cushion, he saw that Xiang Jiannan was absent-minded. He was always calmer than the young Taoist priest. Gao Yuan took out silver from his pocket. The not-so-thick Taoist robe on his body was like a bottomless pit. No matter how many things he had, it could all be wrapped tightly.

While speaking, he counted the silver one by one, confirmed that it was correct, and then turned to look at Xiang Jiannan.

"Disciple, when do you think the rain will stop?"

"Maybe in a few hours!"

"Or maybe until dawn?"

Faintly feeling the ground beneath his feet shaking, his mind elsewhere, Xiang Jiannan answered Gao Yu'an perfunctorily.

This heavy rain shows no sign of stopping. I wonder if what the old master said before can be trusted.

He allowed the monks to fight in the backyard. With his identity, he was ready to tear down the backyard in a short while.

It was difficult for the monks to pay the money, as they took advantage of both ends and always felt that the old Taoist priest was not fair.

"It won't take that long. In our Ping An Temple, the master has the final say on when the rain stops."

He put the silver away and rolled it into his sleeves, smiled mysteriously at Xiang Jiannan, and then closed his eyes: "Wait a little longer, until the fire is lit outside the temple, everything inside the temple will stop."

Xiang Jiannan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He looked at the gate of the temple through the rain, but it was pitch dark and he could not see anything.

There was a fire outside the temple? Could it be that Old Wang would really call someone over? Pei Dafa was not that brave. As the mayor, he had his own rules.

I am just a small town mayor. For such a big matter, we should gather everyone together and discuss it in detail.

Wait a minute...

Even if Old Wang really went to call him, it would be expected that the outcome would be the same, at least until dawn.

"I'm afraid I can't wait any longer."

He just felt that he should help. Although he was not very familiar with Leran, Xiang Jiannan was very willing to lend him a helping hand. This was inertial thinking. When the situation was unclear, he always stood on the weak side.

There are six people in the group who can endure it.

But without the old Taoist priest by his side, no matter how self-righteous Xiang Jiannan was, he did not dare to take action.

The strength does not allow it.

"No, I've already taken the money."

After hearing Xiang Jiannan's words, he directly refused and no longer answered him. Gao Yuan just waited quietly, which made the little Taoist priest feel even more itchy. He came under the eaves as if to appreciate the rain, but his eyes kept scanning the backyard.

Was I wrong before? Apart from the sound of rain, the backyard seemed very peaceful, so quiet that not even a loud roar could be heard.

No sound was made when fighting? In the world of immortal cultivation, can fighting without making any sound be called fighting? The battle ended so quickly? "Hurry! If you go too late, you won't be able to see it!"

He stood under the eaves and listened attentively for about ten minutes. Suddenly, he saw several flames outside the temple. Xiang Jiannan did not expect that someone would come here at this time.

When they got closer, they first heard Pei Dafa's voice. After he pushed everyone into the temple, the originally hurried footsteps immediately became sparse.

No one wanted to take the lead in sneaking around, until they saw themselves under the eaves, their confidence returned.

As he approached quickly, he protected the lantern with one hand and observed carefully. Pei Dafa seemed to be very regretful when he spoke: "Young Taoist priest?"

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"Where are the bodies of those monsters? I told you to hurry up, but you were too slow and missed the chance again."

"Old Wang, remember to notify us earlier next time!"

After confirming that the two Taoist priests were safe and sound and that the feelings were genuine, Pei Dafa thought the matter had been resolved.

At this time, it is natural to show the mayor's momentum.

In a blink of an eye, he became the target of everyone's criticism. Old Wang dared not refute and could only accept it. He had no words to express his pain.

After leaving the temple, he went to find Pei Dafa first, but he didn't know that the mayor was very unhappy at that time.

He dragged his feet in gathering everyone, and even had a thorough discussion with everyone before setting off. Only when he felt that the time was about right did he start mobilizing everyone.

He ordered them to lead the way in front, while he himself hid behind the crowd and fell behind from time to time, calling it the support.

"Brother, are you okay?"

After Pei Dafa expressed his deep regret, Wang and his entourage emerged from the crowd with a concerned tone.

Originally he should have been at the front of the crowd, but Pei Dafa kept pulling him. As soon as he heard that a monster had entered Ping An Temple, he wanted to rush over, but in the end he gave in to the overall situation and didn't get the upper hand.

Pei Dafa said that his deployment could not be disrupted, as he was not strong enough in front of the mayor.

"It's okay, but the backyard is hard to say."

Turning around, he saw Gao Yuan had already stood up. Seeing the firelight, he knew that things should be over. After Xiang Jiannan spoke, he just waited patiently for the old Taoist priest.

However, he saw that the raindrops in the sky stopped instantly as he stepped over the threshold. The world was eerily quiet, but he did not react much like everyone else.

Everything was calculated? Why was I so anxious before...I shouldn't have doubted the old Taoist's ability.

Under the leadership of Gao Yuan, Xiang Jiannan returned to the backyard. As soon as he stretched his head, he saw that Monk Nengren and others had all changed. Xiang Jiannan said to himself that it was not bad.

It wasn't too scary. When they squeezed into the backyard, Monk Nengren and his companions just looked up with understanding.

At this moment, Liaoran was sitting on the ground with his hands clasped together. His monk's robe looked very ill-fitting. No matter how hard the monks tried, they could not move him at all.

After everyone entered the courtyard, Monk Nengren looked a little embarrassed. He found that except for the two Taoist priests, no one else seemed to regard them as good people.

"My brother's legs are not good...you guys continue!"

At this point, Liaoran had been subdued, so he ordered his fellow disciples to try harder, and Monk Nengren tried his best to explain.

He didn't expect to be surrounded by people all of a sudden. How could this group of people be so energetic in the middle of the night? But just as he finished speaking, he saw Gao Yuan pointing to the sky. His face suddenly fell, and he didn't know how to respond.

Of course, he knew the rain had stopped. Did Gao Yuan want them to give up? "How long are you going to carry it, monk?"

Seeing that Monk Nengren was not very happy, he walked up to Ran and asked, then Gao Yu waved his sleeves.

There were a few gusts of wind, which blew Na Ran up a few inches into the air, and when he fell back, he smashed all the stone slabs under him.

This action made all the monks lose all their ideas. After feeling resentful, they could only turn around and leave.

Just about a hundred meters away from Ping'an Temple, I heard the sound of crackling rain all around. I turned around and before I could react, my monk robe was soaked again.

Monk Nengren was extremely unhappy. He looked at the flames gathering at Ping'an Temple and slapped his head hard.

(End of this chapter)