The old monk in cassock was stunned, and then his eyes widened.
He knew who the little girl was talking about, the terrifying existence that caused the Taoist unity of Jinshan Temple to collapse overnight. During the years when the little girl found Jinshan Temple and trained him, he often heard about the Lord from the little girl's mouth.
The little girl talked about Your Majesty almost every now and then, and his ears almost felt like cocoons.
"Who is coming?" The old monk in cassocks was surprised.
At this moment, in addition to being curious about Your Majesty, I also feel numb.
He was well aware of the terror of the little girl, and the Supreme Being was able to subdue the little girl, and when he thought about how he destroyed the Jinshan Temple in a fit of rage, he probably had a more violent temper than the little girl.
"Yes, Your Majesty is coming."
The little girl didn't care at all about the old monk's expression. All she could think about was the Lord's words:
"I just received a message from Sister Liuzi that Your Majesty is coming over. No, we can't play games anymore."
She turned off the King of Glory on her phone.
He looked at the old monk in cassocks with excitement:
"Your Majesty saw in the news that you surrendered the Hanged Ghost King. I am very happy that the strength of Jinshan Temple has recovered. This time I came here to inspect and see the current situation of Jinshan Temple."
She was so excited that she tightened her little hands. Since Your Majesty is coming over, Jinshan Temple has asked her to protect Jinshan Temple. So the situation in Jinshan Temple is Zhang's test scores, and she must give Your Majesty a satisfactory test score.
The old monk in cassock also understood the little girl's thoughts from her words and deeds, and immediately turned around and said:
"Then I will ask my disciples to clean Jinshan Temple."
"Go! Go!" The little girl nodded repeatedly, very satisfied with the old monk's approach: "Little Fahai, you can do it. If you understand me, then I will not give you special training for three months and change it to three." Half a month."
"Thank you, Eighth Sister." The old monk in cassock smiled broadly.
But before he left.
The little girl stopped the old monk in cassock again: "Wait a minute, in addition to cleaning Jinshan Temple, you go and notify all the disciples of Jinshan Temple, whether they are practicing outside or in retreat, to come out for me to inspect."
"Oh! No, it's not just them. Go and pull out all those people, ghosts, and demons that I have captured over the years."
Jinshan Temple was destroyed overnight. Even if other sects in Daxia did not know, the ghosts and monsters nearby were more or less aware of the silence of Jinshan Temple. Some powerful monsters, ghosts, and evil cultivators came to investigate.
In order to avoid exposing the truth about the destruction of Jinshan Temple, all these people, ghosts, and monsters were captured by the little girl without exception. The weak ones were all killed, while the strong ones were kept for training.
She has not forgotten that her Majesty ordered her to rebuild Jinshan Temple. These people, ghosts and monsters are very good 'coolies'.
"Go and arrange some positions for them. As an outer disciple of Jinshan Temple, remember to send someone to guard them to prevent these guys from being evil." The little girl said.
"Well, in fact, they are not evil-minded. They have all been converted to my Buddha under the guidance of you, Eighth Sister." The old monk in cassock clasped his hands together, thinking of the experience of those people, ghosts, and monsters being trained by the little girl: " Amitabha, sin, sin, sin.”
"That's fine." The little girl didn't care and repeatedly asked: "Anyway, I must show you the powerful side of Jinshan Temple. Let's not talk about it for now. I have something to go out for."
"Ah? Want to go out?" The old monk in cassock was stunned for a moment.
Ever since the little girl took up residence at Jinshan Temple, she has never left the gate of Jinshan Temple in these years.
"Yes." The little girl's pink face showed a cute smile: "I want to buy clothes in person. Your Majesty is coming, and I have to dress beautifully."
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. It will only take half a day. During this time, please keep an eye on Jinshan Temple for me."
"Amitabha, Eighth Sister, just go ahead and I will make arrangements."
Although the little girl is scary, especially when training him, the old monk Kasaya also understands that without the little girl, Jinshan Temple would not be what it is today, and he would not be as strong as he is now.
Subsequently.
The little girl turned around, stepped out with her little feet, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
See this.
The old monk in cassock did not stop, and set off to the Mahavira Hall of Jinshan Temple to find the contemporary abbot of Jinshan Temple to prepare for the arrangement of the little girl's instructions.
Not long after.
He walked all the way to the Main Hall and saw the abbot of Jinshan Temple who was preparing to leave the Main Hall.
"Faming."
The old monk in cassocks had just called out the name of the abbot of Jinshan Temple. Before he could continue to speak, the abbot of Jinshan Temple turned around and looked over quickly when he heard his call, and then ran over quickly.
"Uncle Fahai, you came just in time. I was just about to go find you."
"Amitabha, what's wrong? Are you looking anxious?" Fahai clasped his hands together and inadvertently glanced at the mobile phone in the abbot's hand of Jinshan Temple.
When he came, he saw the abbot of Jinshan Temple talking on the phone. After he put down the phone, his expression changed.
Abbot Faming replied: "I just received a call from White Horse Temple, saying that Master Jingchen of White Horse Temple is about to pass away, and he wanted to come over and see his old friend before he died."
"This..." Fa Hai's expression changed.
White Horse Temple, like Jinshan Temple and Wutai Mountain, is one of the famous Buddhist temples in Daxia. It enjoys a high reputation and is even more powerful than Jinshan Temple in terms of reputation and history.
Baima Temple is the first government-run temple in Daxia, and is truly known as the "No. 1 Temple in the World".
Not just fame.
In the supernatural circle, in terms of the strength of the Buddhist sect, Baima Temple is second only to Wutai Mountain and the famous family of the Daxia sect.
The name of Master Jingchen is unknown to ordinary people, but for the supernatural circle, it is a name that everyone knows, and it represents power. His reputation is illustrious, and he became famous a hundred years ago.
because.
He is one of the heritages of White Horse Temple, the "No. 1 Temple in the World", and a land god.
"Master Jingchen is about to pass away? Are you sure he is Master Jingchen?" Fa Hai said with a headache.
With Fa Ming's nod of confirmation.
He couldn't help but rub his bald head with a headache. There was a troubled look on his old face. Master Jingchen's old friends were all from Jinshan Temple. They had all been wiped out by the eighth sister's master.
"Uncle Fahai, what should we do now? Our Jinshan Temple is stronger than before. If we include the evil cultivators, ghost kings, and great demons who were trained by Eighth Sister to submit to Jinshan Temple, we are not even a little bit stronger, but they are not Jingchen Masters. I know him, so he won’t find any clues about it.”
The law makes its meaning clear.
Fahai also has a headache about this. If Master Jingchen discovers that Jinshan Temple is 'shuffling', and if he becomes suspicious and leads to an investigation, who knows if Master Jingchen will investigate for the sake of his old friends.
A dying land god can do absolutely anything.
"Amitabha."
After reciting a few Buddhist words, Fahai immediately said:
"Don't panic. Master Jingchen may not be suspicious. As long as we show the strength of Jinshan Temple, he won't be suspicious. After all, Jinshan Temple is stronger than before. There is no way he can be suspicious."
"Uncle Fahai is right, then how should we show the power of Jinshan Temple? How about directly lining up to welcome Master Jingchen?" Abbot Faming hesitated and suggested.
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