"You are such a pitiful person, I am a disciple of Kongruo Temple, will I still lie to you? If Kongruo Temple is gone, it will be gone!"

When the old monk heard Murong Ningyue say that she was a disciple of Kongruo Temple, the hand holding Murong Ningyue’s neck subconsciously relaxed a little, but soon said fiercely again: “You’re talking nonsense! My Kongruo Temple is an authentic Buddhist temple. How could he accept female disciples to get started?”

Murong Ningyue smiled contemptuously and said, "That's because there is no one in Kongruo Temple. Apart from the last old monk and a young monk, Kongruo Temple has no longer been incense. If you can get someone to enter, you will have to burn the incense. What's the matter with men and women!"

The old monk was hesitant when he heard this. Although his face still looked fierce, Murong Ningyue could see from his eyes that the old monk's heart was already щwwlā

"You keep saying that you are a disciple of my Kongruo Temple. Do you have any proof?"

Murong Ningyue remembered that when Monk Lekong took her into Kongruo Temple, he once gave her a string of Buddhist beads, saying that this was a token of the disciples of Kongruo Temple, and it was also engraved with the unique door mark of Kongruo Temple.

Although Murong Ningyue later left Kongruo Temple, she kept the strings of Buddhist beads by her side as a souvenir. At this moment, after hearing the old monk's question, Murong Ningyue took out the Buddhist beads and threw them to the old monk.

The old monk took the Buddhist beads and grabbed them in his hand for a detailed look. Then a look of shock appeared on the old monk's face. The old monk's hands holding the Buddhist beads became trembling.

"There is really a mark of I Kongruo Temple. Are you really a disciple of I Kongruo Temple?"

The old monk had already let go of Murong Ningyue at this time. Murong Ningyue twisted his neck and said, "Is this fake? You can see the Buddhist beads, and there is a mark on Kongruo Temple on it, which cannot be fake!"

The old monk was silent for a moment, his face gradually became lonely, and he no longer had the crazy look he had at the beginning, and then he slowly said, "What's your name?"

Murong Ningyue saw that the old monk finally calmed down and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It would be bad if the old monk believed that he was lying to him, so he said lightly: "My name is Murong Ningyue!"

When the old monk heard this, he frowned and said, "Murong Ningyue? Since you are a disciple of Kongruo Temple, how can you not have a Dharma name? Tell me your Dharma name!"

Murong Ningyue finally stabilized the old monk, but she didn't want to anger the old monk because of these trivial matters, so she obediently said: "My Dharma name is Sirao."

The old monk nodded with satisfaction and said, "Si Rao, since he is from the Si generation, then your master should be from the generation. This should be the 67th and 66th generation disciples."

The old monk's tone was extremely dull when he spoke, but Murong Ningyue was shocked when she heard it. More than 60 generations did not seem to be long ago. If it were based on the concept of ordinary people, it would only be thousands of years.

However, the lifespan of immortals in the fairy world is extremely long. It has been passed down for more than 60 generations. In other words, Kongruo Temple has existed in the fairy world ten thousand years ago.

Even though Kongruo Temple declined later, its ability to pass on for ten thousand years is enough to show the strength of Kongruo Temple. Even the most powerful sect in the fairy world today, the Immortal Sect has only been passed down for more than 20 generations.
Chapter completed!