"Master, you are finally here. Ye Xingchen actually humiliated the gods and Buddhas of Baoen Temple. She said that these gods and Buddhas could not bear her kneeling." Lady Boyang Hou shouted immediately.

She had a look of seeking credit on her face, as if she had done a great thing.

The host's face darkened, and he was very unhappy: "Miss, have you ever said such a thing?"

Ye Xingchen's face was calm; "I did say that, but my original intention was not to humiliate the gods and Buddhas, I was just telling the truth."

"You are such a shameless person, you even have the nerve to say that you have not humiliated the gods and Buddhas. The abbot should drive people like her down the mountain." A monk next to the abbot said.

The man looked to be in his forties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face, and a sturdy build. He seemed to be the oldest among these disciples and should be of some seniority.

"Junior Brother Kong Qing, don't talk nonsense." The host immediately stopped him.

"Master, I am not wrong. She is just a young girl, but she actually humiliated my Buddha. It is really outrageous." Kong Qinghuo said.

"Ye Xingchen did it on purpose. She divorced Prince Mo. Even if a divorced woman worships Buddha, the Buddha will still despise her. How dare she say such things?" Lady Boyang Hou pressed.

"Madam Boyang, you keep talking about the divorced woman. Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey, or are you deaf? Miss Ye is divorcing Prince Mo, not being divorced. You are so persistent. Do you want your daughter to marry Prince Mo, or do you have a crush on Prince Mo yourself?" The wife of the Duke of Zhenguo retorted angrily.

She finally realized that the wife of Marquis Boyang was deliberately humiliating Ye Xingchen.

Lady Boyang was so angry that her face turned black: "Madam Zhenguo, I respect you as the wife of a duke and I gave you some face. How dare you say that to me? How can my daughter marry Prince Mo?"

"Since your daughter doesn't know how to do it, does that mean you want to do it yourself?"

"You're talking nonsense. I'm old, how could I have such thoughts? Don't frame me. You are deliberately changing the subject to help Ye Xingchen get away with it." The wife of Marquis Boyang shouted shrewdly.

"You are so stupid." Lady Zhenguo was too lazy to pay attention to her.

She had seen how powerful Ye Xingchen was, and seeing how calm and composed Ye Xingchen was, she knew he must have a plan, so Lady Zhenguo did not say anything more.

"How can I be so stupid? In this day and age people are not allowed to tell the truth." Lady Boyang Hou retorted.

"Master, what are you waiting for? Our Baoen Temple is the national temple of Cangyue Kingdom. How can we allow someone to speak so wildly?" Kong Qing roared.

"Yes, host, she came here on purpose to cause trouble."

"Master, send her away." All the disciples blamed Ye Xingchen and expressed disgust.

"You are all bored and have nothing better to do. There is no reason for you to chase people away. It's just a word. Is it that serious?" Yan Tianming retorted.

"If she says something arrogantly today and someone else says something tomorrow, then my Baoen Temple will be humiliated. How can we face the people who burn incense and worship devoutly?" Kong Qing retorted angrily.

Cang Tingchen, who was not far away, showed a hint of satisfaction. He wanted to see how Ye Xingchen would end up.

The host listened to his disciples' words with an extremely gloomy expression.

For so many years, no one has ever spoken so rudely. If Ye Xingchen is spared today, how can he manage the entire Baoen Temple in the future, and how can the disciples obey him?

"Kong Qing is right. Since Miss Ye has no intention of worshiping Buddha, please leave." The host snorted coldly.

Ye Xingchen sneered: "I didn't come here to worship anyway." Then he turned and left.

Ajiu followed immediately, and Yan Tianming also chased after him when he saw her: "Mom, I'm leaving with Ye Xingchen first, you can worship slowly by yourself."

Cang Tingchen saw that Ye Xingchen was about to leave and did not beg him as expected, and he was immediately annoyed: "Stop!"

Everyone was started and looked over.

King Mo walked over and said, "Ye Xingchen, didn't you say that the gods and Buddhas here can't bear your worship? I want to see how they can't bear it!"

The onlookers were all dumbfounded. King Mo was going to humiliate Ye Xingchen.

Madam Boyanghou was immediately pleased: "Prince Mo is right, Ye Xingchen, can you prove it to everyone?"

Ye Xingchen, who was about to leave, heard Cang Tingchen's voice behind him and his face turned cold.

"Cang Tingchen, you are so shameless. Seeing that we were about to leave, you actually jumped out to find trouble." Yan Tianming said contemptuously.

"You can prove it if you want. If something goes wrong later, Prince Mo will accuse my young lady. Wouldn't that mean you are in the right?" Ajiu retorted.

"She's talking so much nonsense just to defend Ye Xingchen. She doesn't even dare to do that!" Cang Tingchen pressed.

Ye Xingchen looked at him coldly: "Who said I don't dare? If King Mo promises in public to fund the recasting of a deity and Buddha for Baoen Temple, then I will worship. King Mo, do you dare?"

The voice was provocative and contained a bit of disdain, which really made Cang Tingchen furious.

"I promise publicly today that if anything happens to the gods and Buddhas, I will donate a golden Buddha to Baoen Temple. If nothing happens, you will kneel down and kowtow to me three times, and say that you are a bitch!" Cang Tingchen's cold voice resounded throughout the Qianshan Mountain.

Ye Xingchen said: "Host, did you hear what King Mo said?"

The host looked serious and put his hands together: "Amitabha, I heard it. Since King Mo and Miss Ye are willing to bet, I will be a witness!"

"We can all testify that today we will see how you can make the gods and Buddhas unbearable!" Kong Qing snorted angrily.

The other disciples spoke up one after another, with the wife of Marquis Boyang having the loudest voice.

The wife of the Duke of Zhenguo whispered, "Miss Ye, you can really do it. If not, just run away. I will buy you some time."

"Thank you for your concern, ma'am. Don't worry." After Ye Xingchen said this, he walked towards the temple hall.

Prince Mo immediately followed, and the host and the disciples followed closely behind, and the others hurried to watch the fun.

"Ye Xingchen, the god on the left is the smallest. Why don't we worship the smaller one?" Yan Tianming said secretly.

Even if Ye Xingchen loses, the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion and the Ye family should be able to cast this statue together.

Ye Xingchen naturally understood what he meant: "Since someone is paying, we should naturally worship the biggest one."

"I really admire your self-confidence. Whatever the biggest one is, it's fine. At worst, I'll have to pay for my parents' coffins." Yan Tianming agreed.

Ye Xingchen felt warm in his heart: "Just because of what you said, we will never lose."

Cang Tingchen looked at Ye Xingchen with disdain. He didn’t believe that Ye Xingchen could allow anything to happen to this nine-meter-nine-meter-tall Buddha.

The wife of Marquis Boyang looked like she was enjoying the show. Kong Qing, his disciples, and other onlookers all looked over with wide eyes.

Ye Xingchen raised three incense sticks, lit them on the candles, walked towards the largest Buddha statue, turned his head and looked at Cang Tingchen's smug face: "King Mo, if you regret it now, is it too late?"

"Hmph, why should I regret it? It's because you are bragging too much. If you admit defeat now, kneel down and kowtow to me, I will not bother with you!" Cang Tingchen said arrogantly.

Ye Xingchen raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me." As he said that, he raised incense to the Buddha statue and lowered his head!