The carriage fell into dead silence.
What happened in Huayan Temple flashed through Zhu Zhaolin's mind. He looked at Fan and his eyes flashed: "Are you from Huayan Temple?"
"No, Lao Na, the abbot of Fahua Temple, is a mortal."
Liao Fan introduced calmly, "However, I did have some involvement in the Huayan Temple incident. I know that His Highness must have many doubts in his heart at this time. When he gets there, I will tell His Highness one by one."
Zhu Zhaolin narrowed his eyes and said after a long time: "Then I am waiting for your explanation."
The carriage and horse left the city smoothly.
He actually headed in the direction of Huayan Temple.
Last time Huayan Temple was destroyed, only a group of ordinary monks were left there, but this carriage entered Huayan Temple from the back mountain smoothly.
Yang Fan, who had been following far behind, felt strange when he saw this scene.
The carriage entered the temple, and Yang Fan was crouching on the top of a main hall. Just when he was about to spy with his magical powers, he suddenly instinctively felt a little uneasy.
"Weird."
He subconsciously pressed the thought of activating his magical power.
And the next second, a figure suddenly walked out of the carriage, it was Zhu Zhaolin!
But behind Zhu Zhaolin, there was Liao Fan wearing a cassock!
"Liaofan!"
Suddenly seeing this person, Yang Fan's vigilance was instantly raised to the top. On the day of the Buddha's birthday, he saw him being promoted to Buddha with his own eyes!
The corresponding level is the Heavenly Realm of martial arts!
Although I don’t know whether the Buddha will experience a catastrophe similar to the five declines of gods and humans, it is undeniable that Liao Fan’s powerful strength is by no means comparable to the current Yang Fan!
"Damn it, why did he suddenly appear and walk with Zhu Zhaolin?"
Yang Fan suppressed his inner surprise and wrapped the Baifu Knot around his body a little more tightly.
Liao Fan had obviously taken control of Huayan Temple, and the servants who had just been guarding the carriage also pulled off their turbans one by one, revealing their bald heads.
Soon, the carriage was pulled away, and Zhu Zhaolin and Liao Fan also entered the hall.
Yang Fan carefully moved to the main hall. The Baifu Knot wrapped around his body turned into the color of the glazed tiles of the main hall. It was almost difficult to be discovered unless he got close.
He leaned his ear against the glazed tiles, and the voices in the palace slowly reached his ears.
In the main hall.
"...So, the dragon power in your body is the power of the evil dragon! It was arranged by the current queen herself."
As soon as Liao Fan said these words, Zhu Zhaolin suddenly changed his expression.
"Fart! You old monk, how dare you slander my mother!"
Zhu Zhaolin glared at Fan. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat him, he would have rushed up to teach the old monk a lesson.
As he became angry, the darkness in his eyes became thicker, and a vicious aura spread from his body.
Liao Fan looked at this scene with a trace of pity in his eyes: "Your Highness, this is the truth. Don't you still refuse to believe it?"
After a pause, Liao Fan went further and said, "On that day, all those involved in the Nielong game were your flesh and blood! If it weren't for her arrangement, do you think it would be possible?"
"Besides, the cold pond in the middle is prepared for you!"
"The nine sons of the evil dragon are sacrificed to take away the longevity of heaven, change the destiny of heaven, form the nine sons of destiny lotus, and bear the destiny fruit! You are the sacrifice that your mother prepared for your brother!"
Liao Fan's words were like a sharp knife piercing Zhu Zhaolin's heart.
"No, it's impossible! My mother loves me so much, how could it be possible, how could it be..."
Zhu Zhaolin staggered back, as if he had been hit in the chest by a giant hammer, and finally retreated to the altar table in the main hall, and then stopped.
However, despite his constant denial, he vaguely felt in his heart that what Fan said was the truth!
When Liao Fan saw this scene, a faint smile flashed away.
"Your Highness, you should actually feel something in your heart, right?"
"I would like to ask, which mother would let her son defile the beautiful girls and concubines in the harem? Which mother would indulge her son in every possible way and do all kinds of evil? She doesn't love you, she is harming you and raising you to be an evil dragon. …”
"enough!"
Zhu Zhaolin interrupted Fan with a livid face.
At this moment, the malice and ferocity in his eyes turned into pitch-black ink, and a vicious dragon shadow almost rose up from his body, its cold eyes fixed on Fan.
Brutal!
ferocious!
The aura was almost overwhelming.
Even Liao Fan had to admire him. This Queen Wang was really cruel, raising her own son to be like this. This ferocious evil dragon aura almost made him feel the slightest chill!
You know, he is Buddha!
It made him feel a hint of danger. One can imagine how amazing the power of this evil dragon is.
However, it is this evil dragon created by heaven and earth that is the best tool when the world is in chaos!
A thought flashed through Liao Fan's mind.
Zhu Zhaolin's face was filled with coldness, and his eyes were filled with traces of scarlet: "Liao Fan, tell me your purpose! You have spent so much time talking, so don't beat around the bush!"
"I'm just a prince under house arrest at the moment, I'm afraid I'm not worthy of your schemes!"
Liao Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't expect Zhu Zhaolin to adjust his emotions so quickly, which was slightly beyond his expectation.
But that doesn't matter.
"Now that His Highness has spoken, I will no longer hide it."
Liao Fan slowly said: "I am willing to help you master the power of the evil dragon in your body, and I am even willing to support you in fighting for the great treasure! If you can really achieve the emperor's career, then you will be able to achieve the ultimate bliss, and you will also sit on the lotus platform! Isn't it a coincidence? A beautiful thing?"
"laugh!"
Zhu Zhaolin sneered, "Such a great benefit, let's not talk about whether you can do it. Even if you can do it, I'm afraid your efforts will not be in vain!"
Instead, Liao Fan said calmly: "This is natural!"
"What's your purpose?"
"If you become emperor, you should respect Buddhism as the state religion and re-establish the orthodoxy of Buddhism!"
Liao Fan said straightforwardly, "As for Lao Na, just follow the old rules and canonize the position of National Preceptor again and enjoy the national destiny of the Ming Dynasty!"
Good guy!
Establish a national religion, become a national teacher, and enjoy national destiny!
When Yang Fan heard these words, he couldn't help but secretly gasped. He couldn't help but move his body slightly, and made a slight sound when rubbing against the glazed tiles.
not good!
"I……"
Zhu Zhaolin was about to speak.
Liao Fan had already noticed something unusual and suddenly raised his head and looked towards the roof.
"who!"
He suddenly raised his palm, and a bright golden handprint hit the roof hard.
Found!
Yang Fan felt like he was struck by lightning, spit out a mouthful of blood, and turned away without hesitation.
Fortunately, he immediately turned over to avoid it after he realized something bad, otherwise it would be terrible if he really got hit by this palm, but even the aftermath was too much for him to bear.
All the muscles and bones in his body seemed to be broken apart, and he was in excruciating pain.
"Want to leave? Stay!"
A ray of Buddha's light suddenly shrouded him.
Yang Fan didn't dare to neglect, knowing that it was time to fight desperately, he immediately activated his magical power.
"Fuyao!"
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
The soul of the Heavenly Master Realm was completely in motion, its power was fully activated, the Buddha's light fell instantly, and Yang Fan had no shadow!
"Damn it!"
The next moment, Liao Fan appeared on the roof, his face turned ugly.
