Monk Huiming looked at Yang Si and clasped his hands: "Donor Yang Si, I finally found you. It's difficult for us to enter the Western Region, so we have to wait in Qingyun City."
"Fortunately, the emperor paid off and finally allowed us to wait for the donor." Hui Huai also spoke in agreement.
Qing Wu looked at the Seven Star Swordsmen behind Yang Si with a strange expression. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that these seven maids seemed hostile to him and others.
The people present were a little curious, wondering what the monk from Miaoshan Temple wanted to do with Yang Jiashilang.
However, some well-informed people have roughly guessed something.
Xue Long took two steps forward slightly and stood behind Yang Si. He could feel that these monks were coming with bad intentions.
They were just a few monks from the Hui generation, so Xue Long didn't take them seriously. If a monk from the Xuan generation arrived, Xue Long would pay more attention to them.
"How could I, Yang Si, have made all the masters wait for me for so long?" Yang Si asked knowingly with a grin.
"Amitabha, donor Yang, the poor monk also knows that people don't speak secretly." Huiming looked at Yang Si and said the Buddha's name.
"I also hope that Donor Yang will cancel the ban on Buddhism in the Western Territory." Huihuai said bluntly.
"Because of Donor Yang's ban on Buddhism, many temples in the Western Region have been burned down, and some monks have been expelled and become homeless." Huiming continued.
Yang Si raised his eyebrows slightly: "What then?"
"So I hope that Donor Yang will cancel the ban on Buddhism in the Western Region." Huihuai repeated again.
Many Jianghu people around looked confused. What is the ban on Buddhism in the Western Region?
Some charlatans who probably heard about the situation began to spread the word.
Although I don’t know the reason, the content of the ban on Buddhism is clearly stated.
"Why? Just because some bald donkeys are homeless?" Yang Si grinned: "The Western Territory is the fiefdom of my Yang family. It is not too much to say that it is my family. I see that you bald donkeys are not happy. As the master, I will not let you What happened to these bald donkeys entering the house?”
"You!!" Qingwu showed anger instantly.
"Qingwu!" Hui Huai turned around and shouted.
"Humph~" Qingwu snorted and looked away.
"I wonder why this is?" Hui Huai said.
Huiming next to him also looked unkind.
"There's no reason why I'm just unhappy with you bald donkeys!" Yang Si spread his hands: "I once said that from now on, there will be no Buddha in the Western Territory of Great Xia!"
"As long as I don't die and the Yang family doesn't fall, it will always be effective!" Yang Si said, staring at the four bald donkeys in front of him.
"Is there really no room for relief?" Huihuai said.
Yang Si slowly shook his head: "Go back and forth wherever you go."
"Hey, Donor Yang, why bother buying this?" Huihuai sighed.
boom!
Suddenly a terrifying aura erupted from Huiming!
Seventh realm warrior!
"presumptuous!"
Xue Long shouted!
boom! The momentum at the peak of the Eighth Realm soared into the sky.
Is there going to be a fight?
The people around the world were excited. It seemed that the melon was getting bigger and bigger.
Although Miaoshan Temple is not easy to mess with, the Sword King Xue Long is not in vain.
Moreover, the highest person present seemed to be the only monk of Hui generation, who was obviously no match for Xue Long.
"Amitabha, why should Senior Sword King interfere?" Monk Huihuai looked at Xue Long and said.
"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty." Xue Long held the long knife in his hand.
"We just came here to seek justice from Donor Yang Si, so why bother with the Sword King?" Hui Huai continued.
"Amitabha!" At this time, a Buddha's name echoed.
Xue Long's expression changed slightly.
An old monk wearing a red cassock came out of the air and finally landed between Xue Long and a group of monks.
"Zen Master Xuanzi!"
The people around him were all surprised.
Even Su Baiyi was a little surprised.
The Zen master of the Xuan generation of Miaoshan Temple must be a warrior of the Nine Realms!
It is said that there are five Zen masters of the Xuan generation in Miaoshan Temple. I don’t know which one is here.
"Old monk Xuanku, I have met all the donors." The old monk in red cassock held a Zen staff and saluted with one hand.
"Zen Master Xuanzi came down the mountain. It's rare to see him." Su Baiyi said with a slight smile.
The little Baiyi Jiang Zizi on the side had already stepped aside and looked at Yang Si with some gloating.
"Sword Saint Su." Xuan Ku nodded slightly.
"Why do you want to bully the small ones, old bald donkey?" Xue Long looked at Xuan Ku and said rudely.
"The Sword King was joking, I can't do that kind of thing yet, but I also hope that the Sword King will not interfere in the grudges between our Buddhist sect and Yang Donor." Xuan Ku looked at Xue Long and said.
"I, Old Xue, have promised a thousand pieces of gold in my life. If you want to seduce the four young masters, you can try, including you, Old Bald Donkey. You can try to see if Miaoshan Temple will change from the top five Zen masters to the four top Zen masters after tomorrow." Xue Long Renren's fighting spirit reaches the sky with one strike of his sword.
Even though Xuan Ku is the Ninth Realm Martial King, it’s not like he has never killed Ninth Realm Xue Long, and Xue Long is now holding the Nine Transformation Soul Resurrection Pill given by Yang Si in his hand, so he is full of confidence!
Nine realms!
At worst, I'll kill another one today.
"King Sword, there is no need to be angry. We are just here today to seek justice for the monks who were driven out of the Western Region." Xuan Ku said.
"Fair?" Yang Si grinned: "In the Western Region, my words are fair."
"Are you trying to use your power to overwhelm others?" Yang Si said with a slight smile, "In Daxia, I believe there are few people who can trick me."
"The current Emperor of Xia is my uncle. My grandfather is the king of the opposite sex, and my father is the general of Zhenxi."
"I heard that your Miaoshan Temple is very powerful. I wonder if you can stop the iron hoof of my Daxia army?" Yang Si looked at Xuanku.
Hearing this, the people around him smacked their lips slightly. This is because his identity and background are indeed scary.
Moreover, no matter how big the Jianghu sect is, they still dare not challenge in front of the imperial court. Since the founding of Daxia, many dishonest Jianghu sects have been wiped out.
However, it is difficult for martial arts masters to come and go elusively, so as long as it is not too much, under normal circumstances, Daxia will not invade the territory with a large army.
But it's really hard to tell about Yang Si's situation. The Yang family itself has a Yang family army.
Jiang Zizai's face also looked slightly ugly. After all, even if this guy is a useless person, he has a great background. Chu Yi's marriage to Yang Si is really not a loss.
But the better Yang Si was, the more uncomfortable Jiang Zizi became.
"You bald donkeys, you'd better not mess with me, otherwise I can do it if you believe it or not." Yang Si grinned.
Xuan Ku felt a slight suddenness in his heart. If others said this, they would probably be bragging, but Yang Si's terrifying background might really be possible to uncover.
"Amitabha." Xuan Ku said helplessly, "Donor Yang, why do you need to be so aggressive?"
"It's really pitiful that those monks were expelled from the Western Region." Xuan Ku said.
"Amitabha." Other monks also shouted the Buddha's name.
"Haha..." Xue Long suddenly laughed at this time: "Do you know why the Fourth Young Master issued this ban on Buddhism in the Western Region?"
Everyone present was slightly stunned. Although they knew about the ban on Buddhism in the Western Region, few of these Jianghu people really knew why they appeared.
"Fourth Young Master, there is no need to speak. Let me tell you. Let everyone present comment on whether this ban on Buddhism in the Western Region should be issued or not."
Xue Long's voice was filled with true energy and spread throughout the audience.
Everyone present pricked up their ears.
