"Huh? Are you talking about Master Meng?" The young monk, named Yin Guo, poked his head out from outside the door, holding a snow-white rabbit in his arms.
"You know? Where is she?" A hint of joy flashed in Su Meng's eyes. She recognized the rabbit; it belonged to Meng Youlan.
The young monk bowed and said, "I did see Benefactor Meng in the secret realm, but..." The young monk hesitated, vaguely feeling that being naked was not a good thing.
"But what?" Su Meng pressed for an answer.
"However, at that time she was fighting naked with a benefactor from Feng Jiuzhou and a young lady from Dongfang Zhuxing. The little monk's magical power was weak, and seeing that she was not at a disadvantage, he did not step forward to help." The little monk answered in a clear and serious voice.
Fighting while naked?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then... their faces turned red.
A few unscrupulous individuals even let out low sneers.
The young monk thought for a moment, his expression conflicted, but he still said, "This humble monk is ignorant, but it's not good to be naked; it's easy to catch a cold. Sect Leader Su, next time you should inform Benefactor Meng so that she can put on some clothes..."
Su Meng pondered for a moment, then her expression changed drastically.
"Little monk, who taught you to mock me? You dare to tarnish the reputation of my disciples? You're asking for death!"
Su Meng held back her anger and, in a fit of rage, directly attacked the young monk, Yin Guo. Today, turning against the Samsara Temple was inevitable, and she would kill the young monk first to establish her authority!
In the blink of an eye, she had made her decision.
The young monk was shocked and, unable to dodge in time, was blasted away by a palm strike.
Abbot Jianzheng's expression darkened, and with a flick of his robe, he turned the young monk around.
The little monk cried out, "Oh dear! You scared me to death!"
Linghu Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that the little monk was alright.
Just now, I was terrified!
A moment later, Linghu Lan became angry.
wipe!
They hit even the little kids.
That's inhuman!
"Are you alright?" Su Meng felt that what happened that day had overturned her understanding. She, a dignified cultivator at the Void Realm, had not even managed to injure a little monk from the Samsara Temple.
"He's a Divine-grade Nascent Soul cultivator?" someone exclaimed shrilly.
The crowd erupted in uproar.
It should be noted that only Foundation Establishment cultivators can enter the Spirit Valley Secret Realm. The little monk directly advanced to the Divine-grade Nascent Soul Realm after leaving the secret realm, which shows that he encountered an extremely heaven-defying opportunity inside.
Why do other people's disciples have such great opportunities?
Why did their own disciple become the treasure-delivering boy?
The Samsara Temple has gone too far!
Abbot Jianzheng examined the young monk with his divine sense and found that he was indeed unharmed. Moreover, he was indeed a divine-grade nascent soul with Buddhist light protecting him.
The old monk was quite bewildered; even someone as knowledgeable as him couldn't process this opportunity in a short time.
He glanced at Linghu Lan almost imperceptibly: Is this the Buddhist opportunity that Benefactor Su mentioned?
Linghu Lan looked utterly dejected.
Don't look at me!
Actually, it wasn't on my intention to give it to your disciple; it's just that your Buddha disliked me because I'm a monster, and *piu*~~~ sent me flying, flying away, gone...
It's all tears when I talk about it!
t_t
Su Meng's expression changed several times; if she made another move, she clearly had no chance of winning.
But she was proud and ruthless, leaving behind the words, "From this day forward, the River Immortal Sect and your Samsara Temple are irreconcilable enemies!" before drifting away.
only……
Not long after she left, bolts of lightning began to strike her from the sky.
The sound of thunder was deafening and earth-shattering.
Su Meng felt like she had really seen a ghost today, and a million alpacas were stampeding through her mind.
The lightning never missed its mark; every strike hit her. No matter how she dodged, the lightning would always come from an unpredictable angle, with unparalleled precision.
Su Meng was inwardly weeping: She was a dignified cultivator at the Void Realm, yet she couldn't even avoid a lightning bolt? What a joke!
The cultivators all said: "Those who caused trouble for the Samsara Temple today were all struck by lightning. They must have been cursed."
"Ahem, Abbot Jianzheng, I have some matters to attend to at my sect, so I will take my leave now."
"Hey, we're going the same way, let's go together!"
"Farewell!"
"Farewell!"
As everyone left, the Samsara Temple fell silent once more.
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