It was really shocking!
Seeing Zhitong running away in panic, Xu Yingyi looked at Wang Chen with a complicated meaning in his eyes.
He elected Wang Chen as the chief representative. In addition to the transcendent status of the West Sea Sect, the most important thing was to push the latter to the forefront to facilitate his actions behind the scenes.
The position of chief representative looks crazy and is not that easy to occupy.
Representatives of one hundred and seventy-six sects stared at each other, each with their own thoughts. Xu Yingyi did not think that he had the overbearing spirit to command the heroes and make these elites obey him.
But Xu Yingyi wanted to take the initiative, so he chose Wang Chen as his "front-of-screen" spokesperson.
Unexpectedly, Wang Chen looked young and immature, but acted quite sophisticated. With one simple move, he used retreat to advance and turned the situation around in an instant.
And gained the support and trust of other monks!
Although I felt somewhat regretful, Xu Yingyi was not so stupid as to jump out and sing the opposite tune at this time.
He laughed and said, "It's so shameless!"
All the monks believed this deeply.
Xu Yingyi's words aroused the arrogance in everyone's heart.
After half a cup of tea, Zhitong came back again.
He bowed his eyebrows and saluted Wang Chen and said, "Chief Wang, abbot of this temple, please move to the Zen courtyard to discuss..."
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
Wang Chen was unmoved and said calmly, "Everything should be discussed with others. We are one hundred and seventy-six Daoist families who share the same spirit. It is impossible for me to leave my fellow Daoists to talk privately with your abbot!"
If he goes alone, no matter what the outcome of the negotiation with Abbot Xuan Yuan Temple is, it will be easy for others to criticize him.
"This..."
Zhitong looked embarrassed - we can't let all such monks run to the Zen monastery, right?
It's not a group fight!
But Wang Chen's attitude is extremely determined.
"Or..."
Wang Chen continued, "I invite four fellow Daoists to come with me and listen to what your temple has to say. I think the abbot won't mind if you come, right?"
Zhitong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't mind, I don't mind!"
It's not that he is good at making opinions, but it was something the abbot specifically explained just now.
It would be best to invite Wang Chen alone. If Wang Chen is not willing, then there is no problem in adding a few more people.
"Senior Brother Xu, Senior Brother Hu, Junior Sister Yan, Senior Brother Zhao..."
Wang Chen named him directly. "Please come together and be a witness."
Senior Brother Xu is naturally Xu Yingyi, Senior Brother Hu is the rough monk, plus Yan Xixi and Senior Brother Zhao, who has the highest cultivation level among them all, Wang Chen is very thoughtful.
The other monks had no objections to this at all.
So the five people, led by monk Zhitong, left the side hall, bypassed the main hall in front and came to the Zen courtyard in the back hall.
The Zen forest is deep, quiet and elegant, and an old monk with long eyebrows is seen sitting cross-legged in a stone pavilion.
Standing next to him was an old monk in civilian clothes with a haggard face.
Zhitong saluted the long-browed old monk respectfully and said, "Abbott, we are here."
The long-browed old monk opened his eyes, and an imperceptible light suddenly flashed through his cloudy eyes.
"Amitabha~"
He raised his head and looked at Wang Chen and others, and declared the Buddha's name, "Poor monk Xuan Yuan Temple Xuming, I have met all the Daoist sages."
Wang Chen and others did not dare to neglect, and they all returned the greeting. "I have met senior!"
This long-browed old monk Xuming looks very old, as if he could poke it with one finger.
But none of the five Wang Chen people are shallow people, and it is impossible to look down on a Western Regions Buddhist sect abbot of a large temple.
Xuming's cultivation level is unfathomable, at least he is a Zen master.
I saw Xuming pointing at the commoner old monk standing nearby. "This is Xuwén, the supervisor of our temple."
Xuwén said with an expressionless face, "The poor monk supervises the affairs of Mystic Origin, and does not want to make improper arrangements, disturb the Daoist sages, and affect the harmony of Buddhism and Daoism. It is a huge sin!"
He lowered his head and said, "The poor monk volunteered to pay for his crime with his own body."
Wang Chen looked condensed, and suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.
"Namo Amitabha!"
But before Wang Chen could speak to stop him, he saw Xuwén sitting on the ground with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed and silent.
The next moment, two lines of bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
The aura of this prisoner, who was the same generation as Abbot Xuming, rapidly declined and became completely dead in the blink of an eye.
He actually died on the spot!
Xu Yingyi and others were dumbfounded, never expecting that the other party would actually pay for his crime with his life.
Xuming asked, "Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Several monks looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. They felt that it was quite bad.
Such a result is not what everyone wants to see.
Wang Chen smiled and said, "Abbott, this is your Xuan Yuan Temple internal affairs. We Daoist disciples have no right to interfere, and we have no right to say whether we are satisfied or not."
He also didn't expect that the other party would use such tactics to respond to his attack.
This Xuwén is obviously the scapegoat who was pushed out, and he is probably about to die.
Wang Chen felt bad about what he deserved, but he had no intention of dwelling on it any longer.
He did not want to wear the hat that killed a big temple supervisor on his own head. "We just want to rush to Spirit Mountain as soon as possible to avoid missing the opportunity to watch the ceremony and be punished by the sect. Please ask the abbot to supervise and let the flying boat come as soon as possible."
Xuming suddenly looked at Wang Chen, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
But the strange light disappeared in a flash, and he nodded and replied, "Okay."
"Thank you, abbot."
Wang Chen clasped his fists and saluted. "Then, this junior and others will go back to the side hall and wait."
He turned around and left with Xu Yingyi and four others.
Xuming did not stop them and watched the backs of Wang Chen and others disappear at the intersection of the Zen Forest Trail.
Then he looked at Xuwén, who had already passed away, and his expression became cold and indifferent. "West Sea Sect..."
A few words are too thin to be read.
Wang Chen After the others returned to the side hall, they told the other monks exactly what had just happened.
If Wang Chen were just one person, such a statement would inevitably make people murmur.
Because the Dangdang Prison Court committed suicide to apologize, which sounds quite unbelievable.
It is inevitable that everyone will be doubtful!
But now that four people Xu Yingyi have testified, the monks will not think that they are colluding to deceive everyone.
Everyone felt that this breath was finally coming out.
If you can force Xuan Yuan Temple to hand over a human head as an explanation, you will have all the dignity and dignity, and you won't have to be panicked or short of breath when you return to the sect in the future.
Xuan Yuan Temple didn't cause any more trouble, and Lingjia Flying Boat, who led them to Spirit Mountain, landed in the big square in front of the palace half an hour later.
At this time, all the thousands of believers had disappeared.
The length of Lingjia Flying Boat is more than fifty feet. The boat body is in the shape of Flying Shuttle, and the surface is covered with golden Sanskrit mantras.
After Wang Chen and others boarded the ship, the luxurious Lingjia Flying Boat immediately took off and set sail.
It flew towards the core of Western Heaven Buddhist Domain.
One day later, Lingjia Flying Boat landed in front of a huge temple.
Spirit Mountain Temple! ——
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