Chapter 1727

"Two donors, our temple has not seen any outsiders recently, please go back."

Outside the mountain gate of Putuo Temple.

Several monks guarding the mountain bowed to the two young men and women in front of them who looked like immortal couples.

The woman still refused to give up and tried to discuss with them.

"We are disciples of Tianyan Sword Sect and Chiyan Fist Sect. We have important matters to attend to at Putuo Temple. We hope you will be accommodating."

"Amitabha, I'm really sorry. The abbot has already ordered that the temple will be closed to visitors. You should return soon."

"You won't give face to Tianyan Sword Sect? You won't give face to Chiyan Fist Sect?"

"I'm sorry."

"Ah, you bald guys, you're really driving me crazy..."

She turned her head and whispered to the man, "Xiao Linzi, what should we do?"

Lin Jichen had a faint smile on his face at this time, and he didn't forget to tease, "That's not right. Normally, you shouldn't start preparing to break the door violently. Why are you so honest today?"

Ren Lan rolled her eyes at him and said bitterly, "I'm not a fool. This is Putuo Temple, the world's number one Buddhist temple. My cultivation level is nothing here. I'm not good enough, I still have some self-awareness. "

"Not bad, not bad, now you can judge the situation."

Ren Lan couldn't help but stretched out her hand to pinch his waist, and said angrily: "Don't say sarcastic words, what should we do next, let's go, or?"

Lin Jichen waved his hand and said easily: "Don't panic, I have a way."

After that, he looked at the monks guarding the mountain and said: "Please inform your abbot, I have something important to discuss."

"I'm sorry, the abbot has ordered..."

"I picked up this heavenly Buddhist magical power. If you don't want it, I will throw it on the street and let someone pick it up. I just don't know if it will affect your Buddhist reputation if some demon cultivator picks it up and practices it."

Lin Jichen said it very naturally, not caring about the dark faces of the monks opposite.

And he turned around and left after he finished speaking.

The monks were immediately anxious and hurried forward.

"Don't worry, benefactor. I'll report to the abbot right away!"

"I'll give you half an incense stick of time to think about it. No more time."

"Okay, okay."

"Bring two more chairs. I'm a little tired standing."

"Uh...Okay."

The monks guarding the mountain were controlled by Lin Jichen. They were anxious and anxious, completely different from their calm appearance just now.

Lin Jichen and Ren Lan sat leisurely at the gate of Putuo Temple, and seemed to have no respect for this world's number one Buddhist temple.

Not long after, several old monks walked out of the mountain gate and asked Lin Jichen when they saw him: "Do you really have Buddhist magical powers?"

"Of course it can be fake."

Lin Jichen calmly took out a jade slip, which contained the Great Sun Tathagata Seal he had copied.

This magical power was originally copied from Shengyuan. He wanted to return it to Jingyi Shenni as a favor, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't want it.

This time he copied it again, just as a deal with Putuo Temple.

When the old monks saw it, it was indeed the secret technique of their Buddhism. They immediately looked solemn and began to politely invite Lin Jichen to the temple for a detailed discussion.

"I can't chat with you monks. My status doesn't match. You can't make the decision. I want to see your abbot Xuankong."

Lin Jichen didn't treat them politely and acted carelessly.

The faces of several elders turned black. After all, they were elders of Putuo Temple and were all in the state of enlightenment.

Lin Jichen was just a junior, but he looked down on them so much.

Ren Lan on the side agreed: "That's right, don't look at his young age, he is the new elder of Tianyan Sword Sect, you outer elders are not qualified to talk to him."

Several people were speechless and could only say in a muffled voice that they would call someone again.

When they came out again, there was one more person between them, but it was still not Xuankong that Lin Jichen wanted to see, but another old monk.

This old monk was very fat and had no image at all. His clothes were shabby, revealing a big belly button, and a string of large Buddhist beads hung around his neck, looking naive.

However, when this monk who looked smiling came to the front, he suddenly slapped a palm print and rushed straight to Lin Jichen's face.

This sudden action caught everyone off guard.

And Lin Jichen was still sitting upright on the chair, not prepared to dodge at all. Seeing that he was about to be hit by the palm print, even if he was not injured, he would definitely be embarrassed.

The fat monk also showed a gloating look.

"You little brat, your fame is much greater than your strength. In the past few years, there have been news reports about this kid causing trouble everywhere. Do you think you can ignore our Buddhist sect with Leng Feiyan's support? Today, I will make you look bad."

He believed that Lin Jichen would definitely not be able to react to his sudden attack.

And for himHe was also very confident in his cultivation. He had just broken through the Yuhua realm not long ago, and his confidence was overflowing.

Lin Jichen, who was sitting on the chair, seemed to be really stunned, without any reaction.

When the palm print came, Lin Jichen's face was normal, and there was even a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were stern, and the surrounding spiritual energy automatically condensed, turning into a ray of nothingness sword energy, and he went straight to the fierce palm print.

Boom!

The sword energy and the palm print collided in the air, and the palm print was crushed on the spot to offset it. On the contrary, the sword energy still had some power and continued to slash at the fat monk!

The fat monk's face changed slightly, and he had to make another move and dissolve it with a palm.

The two of them suddenly fought, and they seemed to be unscathed, but in fact the fat monk had already lost the upper hand.

"Haha, I just heard that Mr. Lin is extremely powerful and talented, so I want to spar with him. Mr. Lin won't mind, right?"

The fat monk returned to his simple and honest appearance, and laughed and brushed off the sneak attack.

Ren Lan sneered at the side and muttered, "Little Linzi, it would be strange if he didn't mind."

Sure enough, facing the words of the fat monk, Lin Jichen also laughed happily.

"It's okay, it's okay, sparring, I also like sparring, since this master likes sparring so much, let's do it again!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Jichen had already sacrificed the Fengjie Sword, and had already made a move in a flash, not giving the fat monk any chance to regret!

Seeing this, the fat monk cursed inwardly, but he could only bite the bullet and fight.

After a few moves.

Although the fat monk was fine, the mountain gate of Putuo Temple was in trouble.

The originally magnificent mountain gate was completely destroyed, the rocks collapsed, the grass and trees were all dead, and it looked like a ruin.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Lin Jichen was going to fight, the fat monk had to shout.

The noise of the two fighting immediately attracted several Buddhist masters.

Lin Jichen also took the opportunity to stop fighting and put away his sword.

Seeing that the fat monk wanted to blackmail him, he took the lead and laughed.

"This master is so powerful, it really deserves to be the world's number one Buddhist temple, with so many masters. The master said he wanted to learn from the junior, but I didn't expect that the junior was excited and didn't stop, making it a bit messy. I'm really sorry."

Lin Jichen threw the pot on the fat monk. It was you who wanted to learn from me, so don't blame me.

"Brother, is that true?" A skinny old monk frowned and asked.

The fat monk was so angry that he wanted to curse.