Chapter 64: The Mountain King Descends the Mountain, and the Monks of Miaoying Temple Make a Golden Body
The seventy-third grandson!
Lin Ye listened to Shan Jun's words, and the corner of his mouth twitched. What an unimportant offspring.
Isn’t it said that tigers have poor fertility? Yet there are so many grandchildren alone. If this continues, there will be endless descendants.
Dao Hai was about to stand up when he heard Shan Jun's words, but Lin Ye quickly held his shoulders. He had just praised him for being smart, so why did he become so impulsive the next moment?
"Don't worry, let's see how the abbot responds first."
In front, Master Yin Guang listened to the words of the mountain king, chanted a Buddhist name, and said: "The grandson of the mountain king went down the mountain to harm people. My disciples of the Three Treasures tried to dissuade him, but he did not repent. My disciples of the temple had to kill him. It was really helpless."
"Humph, this is just your one-sided statement. Ask your disciple to come out and I will ask him in person."
Shanjun questioned Master 's words. Daohai was about to step out when he saw this, but Lin Ye held him back again, saying, "What a fool! This is a conspiracy."
"Brother Daoji, why are you stopping me? I'm going to confront that mountain king. Nothing I said to the abbot is false."
"What the hell is a confrontation? They just want you to stand out on purpose."
Lin Ye rolled his eyes at him in annoyance. The mountain monster from Shuangmu Mountain must have known everything clearly before coming. The so-called confrontation was just to find out which monk from Miaoying Temple killed his grandson.
To put it bluntly, Shanjun has so many grandchildren that he doesn't want to go to war with Miaoying Temple for just one grandson. He just wants to kill the monk who killed his grandson to avenge his grandson.
If Daohai stood out now, he would be targeted by Shanjun. Even if he was saved this time, he would never leave Miaoying Temple again.
"Can……"
"Don't worry, the abbot must have a complete way to deal with it. You can step forward when you are really needed."
Lin Ye held Dao Hai down, and the City God over there also laughed and said, "What the mountain lord said makes sense. Why doesn't the abbot let that disciple come out to confront him?"
"Oh, does the City God think so too? If what my disciple said is true, and it is indeed the grandson of the mountain king who harmed people first, then the City God must give justice to him. Amitabha, then this old monk would like to thank the City God first."
Master Yin Guang's words left the City God speechless. He was certainly not here to help Miaoying Temple out of trouble.
Since he was named the City God of the county, the common people did not offer many incense sticks to him, and all of them were given to the Miaoying Temple outside the city. His statue is not even as exquisite as the arhat in any small hall of the Miaoying Temple.
Hearing that there was a conflict between the mountain king of Shuangmu Mountain and Miaoying Temple, he came to watch the fun, not to administer justice.
The City God coughed twice and said, "Ahem... Shuangmu Mountain is not under my jurisdiction. I shouldn't interfere too much, otherwise it would seem like I'm overstepping my authority."
"Since the City God has also said that this incident did not happen in the territory under your jurisdiction, then please sit back and watch for now."
Master Yin Guang's tone was very polite, but his words did not give the City God any face at all. The City God's face gloomed. He thought, "You are just bullying me because I am a new City God. That beast doesn't give me face, and you, a bald donkey, underestimate me."
"Is Abbot Yin Guang so powerful?"
Lin Ye was a little surprised, looking at the amiable abbot, who was actually so aggressive.
Lin Ye had no idea that Abbot Yin Guang did this on purpose.
It was obvious that the City God came to watch the fun, so he naturally didn't need to give him face. What's more, the mountain king was strong. If he showed weakness, it would only make the mountain king more arrogant. If the City God wanted to watch the fun, then he would just use him as a stepping stone.
"I won't argue with you any more, Yin Guang. Just hand over the monk who killed my grandson and his body, and I will leave."
"Amitabha, I cannot fulfill your request!" Master Yin Guang flatly refused.
Shanjun was not surprised. He had expected that Miaoying Temple would not hand over anyone. On the way here, he had thought that Miaoying Temple might just return his grandson's body and then apologize and give some compensation. This was also a result he could accept, but of course he had to put on a good show on the scene.
"Yin Guang, don't think that I dare not go to war with your Miaoying Temple. If you don't agree today, I will massacre Miaoying Temple with blood."
Swish!
The many monsters behind the mountain king also had murderous looks on their faces at this moment, but in fact, many of them knew very well in their hearts that Lord Mountain King was just pretending, and they were just following Lord Mountain King to support the situation.
After the meeting, we will go back home. Lord Tiger will even prepare a banquet for us to have a meal. This job is so easy.
Many monks in Miaoying Temple were frightened by the evil spirit. Many young monks looked pale, and Lin Ye was the same, which made him shrink his body even more.
Shanjun looked at Abbot Yin Guang with disdain. It had come to this point that it was time for the monk Yin Guang to bow his head, hand over the body of his grandson, and then give compensation so that he could vent his anger and finally take the compensation and leave.
Some things are tacitly understood.
He had never met his dead grandson when he was alive, and he had no feelings for him at all. This time he was using this excuse to extort benefits from him.
The atmosphere was filled with solemnity, yet strangely peaceful.
Everyone's eyes were on Master Yin Guang, waiting for the show to end.
"Amitabha, the person will not be handed over. As for the body of Shanjun's grandson, I'm afraid we can't return it either."
As soon as Master Yin Guang said this, the atmosphere on the scene changed instantly. The murderous aura emanating from the many monsters behind the mountain king paused for a moment.
All the monsters: What the hell, what kind of trick is this bald donkey trying to pull?
Tiger: ...
The City God was a little surprised, his mouth slightly opened, and then he was overjoyed. Although he didn't know why Monk Yin Guang did not play according to common sense, this was the result he wanted to see.
Feeling the strange looks from others, Master Yin Guang was also unable to express his grievances. He also wanted to go through with it, but the key problem was that the tiger had already been cooked and eaten. How could he call it out and make every disciple in the temple spit it out and bring it back to him?
Thinking of this, Yin Guang thought of Lin Ye. This kid really caused a lot of trouble for the temple. But the tiger meat was not eaten by Lin Ye alone. Many monks in the temple also had a share.
"Hahaha!"
In the solemn atmosphere, the tiger suddenly laughed wildly, but the laughter was deafening. Lin Ye only felt his blood rushing up and bursting into his throat, and he could hardly suppress it.
He was like this, and the monks were even more so. Some of them already had blood at the corners of their mouths.
Tiger roar!
Lin Ye's eyes lit up. This was the real roar of a tiger.
"All disciples, listen up and form the Arhat Guardian Formation."
Yin Guang's expression was also solemn. The master of Shuangmu Mountain had been passed down for eighteen generations and his strength was extraordinary.
The martial monks of Miaoying Temple quickly arranged their battle formation, while the literary monks retreated to the back. Each of the martial monks was illuminated by the Buddha's light, which overlapped and merged into one layer, and finally turned into a golden body of an arhat.
Lin Ye was also in the monk team. He originally wanted to quit, but Dao Hai held him back .
Dao Hai said, one more person means one more strength.
