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Remember [new] in one second! The name of Queshan Temple is still very loud. No matter what, the average player still maintains awe of it.

What's more important is that there are so many of these monks, and many major cities have temples. Once they record them in their notebooks, they may be targeted no matter where they go.

The scarred monk showed a kind smile and said in a serious tone: "Donor, please take care of yourself. People who tell lies will never get far."

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave with the other monks.

"What's wrong? When did you monks become unable to say anything? Didn't Buddha say, listen to others and eat enough!"

An extremely loud voice came from behind.

The face of the scarred monk suddenly turned gloomy. He turned around and saw a man wearing strange white clothes and a strange mask standing on the roof.

It was Su Changxing who was wearing a chemical protective suit and a clown mask. This look looked unusually weird.

But he doesn't care, image and stuff are no longer important.

Other people in the square also looked over.

"Is it him?" The abbot standing under the Thunder Cloud Tower saw Su Changxing and recognized him at a glance, just because the chemical protective suit was so conspicuous.

"I don't know how high the sky is," he muttered silently.

Didn't think about it.

They didn't go to trouble Su Changxing, but the other party came to trouble them for no good reason, just like the weasel didn't go to the chicken, but the chicken came to wish the weasel a happy new year.

What do these monks care about most?

The first is Buddha nature, which is directly related to their strength.

The second is other people's opinions of them, which is indirectly related to their strength.

This is why they strive to maintain their image.

Buddhism was originally a pure cultivation path of its own, but as more and more worlds are covered by games and more and more players appear, extraordinary has become a great way.

Therefore, the extraordinary way to practice Buddhism emerged.

at the same time.

These monks found that this way advanced very quickly and could even lead to Buddhahood, while the previous practice methods fell into inferior practice.

When there is the first monk who becomes a player, there are second ones, and more and more third ones.

And these monks who become players also build temples in various worlds, and in turn draw the blood of players.

"I wonder, does the donor have any opinions about our Queshan Temple?" Monk Scar raised his head and looked at Su Changxing and said calmly, but the coldness in his eyes could not be hidden no matter what.

This was a bloody monk who probably killed many people.

Su Changxing knew that there was nothing he could do about these monks in the main city, and he was very relaxed. "I don't dare to have any opinions. I just expressed some emotions."

Then, his body turned into a bolt of lightning, flying over the crowd and arriving on the steps of Thunder Cloud Tower.

Su Changxing looked at the abbot of Queshan Temple who was standing not far away from him, and shouted: "Old Bald Donkey! I haven't seen you all night, you should still remember me."

Such a blatant insult made many people raise their eyebrows and look over to see who was so bold.

The abbot of Queshan Temple is extremely powerful and a highly respected person. Whether he is a human or a ghost, he must give him some thin noodles.

Such blatant abuse is probably equivalent to a slap in the face.

The abbot of Queshan Temple looked gloomy, then showed a smile. Instead of speaking to Su Changxing, he turned to the people in the square below and said:

"This boy is the man who openly committed murder in my Queshan Temple yesterday. He killed my junior monk in Queshan Temple for no reason. It is really abominable."

"We can't do anything to him in the city. If anyone can catch him and send him to Queshan Temple, we, Queshan Temple, will definitely give him a great blessing."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar and discussions below.

"It seems that this person has really angered Queshan Temple. He actually made such a promise. He is really crazy. Do you really think that you can do whatever you want if you can't die in this world?"

"My dear, that's not what the so-called creation means."

"It should be so. I heard that Queshan Temple has the ability to promote people in a targeted manner, but how can they be willing to let outsiders use such a good fortune."

"That's why I just said they were crazy."

After making such a promise in public, Queshan Temple would definitely not lie. Many people looked at Su Changxing with red eyes.

This is a fragrant steamed bun.

More importantly, they could feel that Su Changxing was probably only at level 7, so he was not very strong.

Some people have already begun to plan whether to camp at the city gate or use some method to stun Su Changxing in the city.

Su Changxing wore a clown mask and laughed in a hoarse voice: "You can believe what these bald donkeys say, they are just a bunch of bandits wearing monks' skins."

The abbot did not argue with Su Changxing. He only lowered his position and said calmly: "This is the place where the pagoda is held. Even if you have grudges with our temple, you should not cause trouble in a place like this."

Su Changxing put his hands on his chest and said unhurriedly: "Why, only you are allowed to participate, but not me?"

When the abbot heard this, he frowned and said, "You can't participate. You are too weak. If you go in, you will only die."

Su Changxing saw that these monks just wanted to capture him alive. He was of no value if he died. He laughed and said, "Young master, I just want to die. Can you care?"

The abbot stared at Su Changxing coldly and said calmly: "Since the donor wants to die, I won't stop him, just let everything go."

"I don't want to follow fate, I just want to die." Su Changxing continued.

In the end, they still had a verbal war. After all, they couldn't do anything here, so they could only talk. Whoever has a better tongue will be more awesome.

But generally speaking, no one can defend themselves against these monks who stand on the moral high ground.

It's just that Su Changxing was like a lunatic and didn't care about this at all. He just messed around and made the abbot very angry.

The Buddhist monk stood next to the abbot and remained silent. Instead, he smiled slightly at Su Changxing.

"Why are you laughing? I'll beat you up when I get in later." Su Changxing pointed at Fozi's nose and said angrily.

"..." Fozi blinked, feeling innocent.

The abbot stood in front of Su Changxing, turned to Fozi and several monks who were going to participate in the complex painting, and said: "You go in first, and be careful to stay away from this kid."

In the attic not far away, Wang An and Vivian were sitting by the window drinking tea. The two had changed their outfits, both wearing gray outfits and hats.

Wang An took a sip of the steaming tea in the cup, took a deep breath and said:

"This big brother is really good. He is tit for tat with the abbot who looks like a mountain of birds. He is so fierce."

Weiwei An sat by the window, saw Su Changxing under the Thunder Cloud Tower, shook her head and said:

"This makes no sense. If he enters the pagoda, he will die inside. In any case, he is just a simple newcomer, and he doesn't know that this pagoda is completely different."

A smile appeared on Wang An's lips: "I don't think so, there must be something extraordinary about him, otherwise the monks at Queshan Temple wouldn't have gone to all the trouble to catch him."

Vivian glanced at Wang An and said nothing. She never refuted Wang An's words. This was her habit.

at the same time.

There are different opinions on this situation on the forum, but most people are not very optimistic about Su Changxing.

"He is just a seventh-level Beyonder. I think he will definitely not survive. He is also a lunatic who gambles on his life."

"That's not necessarily true. I was at the scene, and I feel that his aura is good, and he should have some strength, but it is indeed difficult to live out it."

"Even if the strength is good, I don't think I can survive. There are many powerful players joining the Pagoda this time, which is different from before."

"What's different? Do you have inside information?"

"I heard that the number of people seems to be more than before, more than 10,000, I don't know the specific number."

Immediately afterwards.

A person named "Blue Greenworm" spoke with his ID, "Is there a possibility that he was lucky and survived from it unexpectedly?"

Someone will answer next.

"Impossible. You look like a newcomer with illusions. According to my many years of observation experience, only strength is real. I have never seen any lucky person."

"impossible."

"impossible."

…

"Blue Greenworm" seemed to be a novice player, and he began to argue, "But according to the probability, there will always be a lucky person. Putting aside the facts, I think he should have a chance."

"Facts aside, what you said makes sense."

"really."

"really."

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