Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 395, Grand Master
On the mountain road, Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong walked over at a leisurely pace, as if they were immortals.

He Yuan didn't want to trouble others, but Wang Chongyang still rushed over.

He Yuan saluted.

"I caused this incident. It has already brought trouble to Chongyang Palace before. Now that Chongyang Palace is famous, it will definitely attract the attention of thieves. It would be bad for me to cause you trouble again at this time. I have already planned , if you are no match for your opponent, then run away and deal with him slowly."

Wang Chongyang said: "He Xiaoyou don't have to worry. The Chongyang Palace will not be unable to protect your friends. Even if the poor Daoists are really no match for the masters of the Esoteric Cult, at that time, if you leave again, I will not stop you. Besides, they will do it with great fanfare. It’s not necessarily because of you that you came here alone. Esoteric sects have so many eyes and ears for such a big matter as Mount Huashan, it’s impossible for them not to know anything about it. They dare to come to Zhongnan Mountain, and they may not come for the sake of poor people.”

He Yuan said: "Thank you, Master Wang. But the cause of today's incident is ultimately my fault. Later, I will go up first. If you lose, then please Master Wang."

Wang Chongyang nodded, and led Zhou Botong a few steps forward, the three of them were on the mountain path, waiting for the secret sect troops.

He Yuan looked at the other party's troops and carefully sized up the other party's leaders.On the sedan chair at the front sat a dry and thin old man wearing a half-worn monk's robe.No, it should be said to be a skinny old monk.

A big fat man sat on the sedan chair behind, filling the sedan chair to the brim.The person who carried the sedan chair for him was probably also skilled in martial arts. The four bearers walked in unison and their legs were very strong, so they must have undergone special training.

On the third sedan chair is a middle-aged monk with a dignified appearance.He wears a red mitral hat and robes ornately decorated.

He Yuan scanned the crowd, and the rest of the monks were dressed differently.Some people have three-color patterns on the corners of their clothes, and these people surround the fat monk and the thin old monk.Most of the people surrounding the middle-aged Buddhist monks wear red monk hats or robes.

It seems that the opponent's team is also composed of two waves of people.Since they are not a family, things will be much easier to handle.

While waiting for the enemy to approach, He Yuan's mood gradually calmed down.If there is no way to avoid it, then face it.Among the opponent's three leading monks.The chubby and imposing ones and the two monks who looked more like gentlemen looked majestic, but He Yuan didn't feel any danger from the other party.Only the shriveled and thin old monk made He Yuan feel like he couldn't see through.

This feeling is far better than that of the Baocheng Dharma King who came to trouble last time.

He Yuan recalled Dorje Cairang, the Dharma master of the Juga School.Before his death, the old man once said that there are three great masters of the Zhen sect in Esoteric Buddhism.There is one each for the Juga Sect, the Garang Sect, and the Funing Sect.

The disappearance of Zong Jie, the great master of Juga Sect, led to the decline of his sect.I don't know which of them this dry and thin old man will be.

"Woo—————"

Faluo's voice sounded, interrupting He Yuan's memories.A fan monk walking in the front raised his hand and made a strange gesture.The conch shells sounded one after another, following the sound one after another.The team of fan monks gradually approached He Yuan and the others.

The team gradually walked in, and these people changed formation on the mountain road.With the posture of the stars holding the moon, surrounded by the three leading monks.

Sure enough, as He Yuan expected.The dry and skinny old monk was carried to the center. On the left and right, there were an extremely fat monk and a monk with a fair face and two beards.

The last sound of the conch sounded.

The team of monks stopped, like an army marching, giving people a great sense of oppression.

A team of nearly a hundred people and three people, He Yuan.Confronted in this not-so-wide place.

The two sides confronted each other for a while, and the thin monk grunted.The bearers carrying the sedan chairs slowly put down the three sedan chairs.The three leading monks came out of it, neither too fast nor too slow.The three of them stepped forward together, followed by a few followers.

The monk Fan with a fair face and a small beard was the first to speak.

He stands on flat ground.He is short in stature and wears a tall monk hat, which is a bit weird.However, this person has a very good temperament, if he is not dressed in monk robes and hats, he may be more like a scholar.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to Wang Chongyang. "This fellow daoist, but the true King of Chongyang Palace?
Wang Chongyang returned the salute: "I have seen this elder. The poor man is Wang Chongyang.

The white monk said: "It's presumptuous to come here. The poor monk will introduce it to the real man." This man speaks Chinese very well.

"The poor monk Zongsang is the King of the Dharma Protector of the Xinlu sect."

Zong Sang then introduced the other two.

"This is Sang Ke, the contemporary suzerain of the Garang Sect. This is my esoteric master Puba."

When he finally introduced the master Puba, he didn't use the respective sects, but the title of Tantric Buddhism.

The three of He Yuan noticed the difference in the dry and skinny old monk.

The old monk saluted the three with palms together.

This person is called the esoteric teacher, and He Yuan remembered what Dorje Cairang said.The great master still appeared.

Sang Ke, the suzerain of Garang sent, took a step forward.There is too much flesh on Sang's face, which makes his facial features feel smaller.The suzerain did not wear a mitral hat, but only an ordinary hood over his head.He took off the hood first, revealing the bright top of his head.

When Sang Ke clasped his hands together to salute, his arms stuck out from the sleeves of his robe.There is a thick layer of black hair from the back of the hand to the arm.

He said to the three with no expression on his face: "This time, we come to Mount Zhongnan to pay respects to Taoist Wang."However, several people could understand what he meant.

Wang Chongyang looked at the other party and said bluntly: "If you are here as guests, I would like to welcome you. If you have other matters, please tell them in person."

King Dzongsang of the Xinlu School took over the conversation. "Fellow Daoist Wang speaks quickly, and the poor monk no longer hides anything. I came to Zhongnan Mountain for both business and private affairs."

Those who spoke knew that the other party was not kind, but the tone of their speech was very peaceful, as if they were chatting.

Dharma King Zongsang of the Xinlu sect said: "My sect had several conflicts with this benefactor, and many disciples were killed or injured. The title of No. [-]. People outside Fang are also very happy when they hear this. However, the poor monk came here with an official document from the imperial court. Please invite Wang Zhenren to enter Honglu Temple to become a third-rank Dharma Master of the Jingguo. If the real person does not It doesn’t matter if you want to, you just need to break the door and return to vulgarity.”

The tone of his speech was flat and polite, but the content was very domineering.

When Zhou Botong heard this, anger appeared on his face.

He Yuan snorted.The other party's domineering tone made people very uncomfortable.He mentioned it lightly, obviously not taking himself seriously, as if he was sure that he would not be able to make waves.
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