There is no tall vegetation on the Ziguang Mountains, only low grass barley, green, yellow, and mixed together, as if it is a spread carpet.

The grassland is until the hillside, and then upwards are bare rocks. The red and purple rocks transform into magnificent colors in the sun, and finally condense into a purple mist in the air, as if a purple dragon lying on the earth. This is the origin of the Purple Mountains!

The three of them drove up the horses, and the horse's hooves hit the mountain road, making a dull clatter.

Luo Wanxiang was extremely excited and his face was flushed. This time he was proud. If Tang Cheng became the abbot of Ziguang Temple, he would be the great disciple of Kaishan, below one person and above ten thousand people. At that time, the noble official who drove him away like a dog could be destroyed, and the real man should be like this.

Loulan City is closest to Ziguang Temple, so the whole city is full of revenge. If this matter is done, it will be very easy for everyone to take revenge.

But Guo Zhen was not happy. He naturally did not know the reality of Ziguang Temple. Therefore, when he heard that Tang Cheng was coming to occupy Ziguang Temple, he fiercely opposed it.

Guo Zhen only needs a place for practice. This fierce confrontation is of no benefit to him, but it may lose his life, so his attitude can be imagined.

However, his arms could not twist his thighs, and Tang Cheng's will was not diverted by him.

Soon, everyone rushed to the gate of Ziguang Temple.

It is inconsistent with the status of Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions and is also very different from the mountain gate of the Middle Tu Sect. The mountain gate of this Ziguang Temple is extremely simple, only 1000 feet high and only 100 feet wide. Warning words are engraved on the stone pillars on both sides.

"It's so poor!" Tang Cheng shook his head and sighed at his own family, turned over and dismounted, signaling Luo Wanxiang to come forward and called the door. Originally, they were here to seize power, so they could break into the door, but Tang Cheng now regards all this as his own property. Not only will he not destroy it himself, but he will not allow others to destroy it.

Luo Wanxiang said excitedly: "Master, don't look at their appearance as poor, but they are actually rich!" When talking about their old career, Luo Wanxiang became furious. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be worried that he had not discovered it earlier. In fact, no one in the Western Regions has ever dared to go to a temple to rob gold and silver, and Luo Wanxiang would not dare to take action even if he knew it long ago.

"Dangdangdang!"

Luo Wanxiang knocked on the door with a thrilling sound, and the ancient, wood-colored door made a dull sound. After a moment, the door opened and a lama greeted him with an angry face and shouted: "It's not the agreed time yet, don't bully people too much!"

When he saw three guests dressed in Han people, his face suddenly turned cold and he said, "Ti Guang Temple will not accept foreign guests recently, you can go!"

As he said that, he closed his hands and the eight-inch thick wooden door made a creaking sound, and it was about to close. This was already a magical power, and it was definitely not something that could be resisted by everything.

In Tang Cheng's eyes, the heaven and earth energy was squeezing two wooden doors. Tang Cheng took a leisurely step and cut off the connection between the lama and the energy, causing the magic to suddenly interrupt.

The lama suddenly changed his expression and retreated suddenly. He said with great caution: "Who are you?" In Tang Cheng's opinion, this lama has a bit of a frightened bird. Obviously, it has been repaired hard before.

Tang Cheng didn't say nonsense and said bluntly: "Go and inform all the monks in the temple that I want to be the abbot of Ziguang Temple."

"What?" The lama was shocked by Tang Cheng's words. Is there anything more ridiculous than this when a layman dressed in a layman suddenly claimed to be the abbot?

However, just as the monk opened his mouth wide and could not close it, Tang Cheng's body suddenly changed, with bald head and cassock. Tang Cheng's hands were folded together, and he recited the Buddha's name with his mouth, and his treasure was solemn.

The lama suddenly turned around and ran into the temple like an arrow. Tang Cheng was not in a hurry. Guo Zhen and Luo Wanxiang led the horse outside the door, and he entered the temple alone to subdue the monks.

Within two steps, Tang Cheng disappeared in a corner of the temple. Luo Wanxiang's face flushed with excitement and said, "See the truth, look at the master's power!"

Guo Zhen leaned on a couplet, closed his eyes and entered into meditation, spreading his spiritual sense around him, ignoring the sigh of Luo Wanxiang. Luo Wanxiang looked around, and the mountains were lonely, with only three horses for communication. He couldn't help but sigh: "Life is really a lonely hill!"

It was not called Luo Wanxiang and Guo Zhen to wait for too long, but just a cup of tea. A lama with a bruised nose and swollen face came over to invite the two of them into the room.

When I walked into Ziguang Temple, I saw a man standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the hall. There were about twenty lamas lying all over the floor under the ninety-nine stone steps, making a miserable sound, obviously very hurt.

Luo Wanxiang and the others climbed up the steps, and Tang Cheng turned around leisurely, pointed at Luo Wanxiang and said, "I am the leader of the precepts."

As he said that, he asked the lamas to get up and explain clearly what happened in front of Ziguang Temple. Originally, the lamas were resentful and planned to not cooperate without violence, but there would always be traitors in some places.

One of the lamas who liked to speculate immediately heard this and immediately stepped forward. He first met with the new host in the complicated expressions of the lamas, and then explained the incident in detail.

A year ago, the top floor of Ziguang Temple, hosted the heads of all the major leaders came out in full swing, and they didn't know where to go. Even the Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation was taken away by most of them, leaving only a few useless old monks who swept the floor and some guys who couldn't get on the table. Because of this, that fool could not even kill all things.

Originally, the monks were not in a hurry, thinking that the host and others would come back within three to five days. Who knew that the host had not come back, and some lamas in the Qi Refining Period returned, and then they learned that the monks were working in the Tonggute Desert, but the entire army was wiped out.

Without the senior management, even the classics in "Za Cang" were missing, which naturally caused the monks to be disheartened. After a few months, the news was discovered by another temple, Zhenyi Temple, and agreed to come to debate the scriptures. The loser would become the other party's lower court.

Ziguang Temple and Zhenyi Temple are all small temples that are not as good as the basic treasures for achieving the soul in these temples. They can only practice to reach the level of Arhat Fruit and reach the peak. This is why those big temples look down on this benefit, otherwise there would be nothing wrong with Zhenyi Temple.

Because of this, some lamas did not look forward to the future of Ziguang Temple, so they secretly left. Some people looked for the temples, while some people went to find wealth in the secular world.

Then, Tangcheng suddenly arrived and knocked the monks to the ground. As he was speaking, the lama suddenly made a fuss and knelt down and cried: "Now it is the time when the temple is in turmoil and a monk has arrived. You must be the messenger of Vizhanna. I am saved by Ziguang Temple! Ziguang Temple is saved!"

"Bergidorgi, stop talking! You dare to blaspheme the one who blasphemed Vizhanna, be careful of the tongue-pulling hell!" With this silence, a tall and mighty monk stood up and angrily accused the betrayed monk. It was like a signal that the monks joined the condemnation.

The monk kneeling on the ground looked at Tang Cheng in panic. However, he saw Tang Cheng smile coldly and pointed out, and the golden sun flew out.

This simple technique is useless to deal with masters or qi training. It is as simple as killing a chicken and slaughtering a sheep. The extremely sharp golden wheel of the Sun did not wait for the mighty monk to resist and directly slashed it into two pieces, with flesh and blood, organs flowing all over the ground, and it was extremely dirty.

"Bergidorji, you will be the head of the Sutra Law Academy in the future. Whoever insults you is insulting the entire Ziguang Temple!" Tang Cheng said coldly, and this terrifying method made the monks silent.

Of course, anger is silting, and the seeds of resistance have blossomed and bear fruit in the hearts of the monks, but in a short period of time, all of this will not be revealed.

Tang Cheng would not stay in Ziguang Temple for a long time. This was just his post station. Therefore, Tang Cheng never considered the mood of these monks.
Chapter completed!