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"Tantrism...is a bit interesting."

When Wang Yuan heard this, the smile on his face gradually became wicked.

"What do you want?" Dongfang Weiming felt his heart pounding when he saw Wang Yuan's sinister smile and asked quickly.

"Kill with a borrowed knife!"

Wang Yuandao: "As far as I know, tantric lamas always do not need to repay favors, but they must retaliate if they have grudges... Hehe... wouldn't it be beautiful if tantric lamas came to burn down Qingliang Temple..."

"This is a bit nonsense..."

Dongfang Weiming said firmly: "Although the Tantric Sect and the Zen Sect are two different sects and they don't get along very well, they have never crossed the river. How could they listen to us and come to attack Qingliang Temple?"

"You're stupid, aren't you!"

Wang Yuan said sinisterly: "We didn't tell them to listen to us. If we pretend to be monks from Qingliang Temple and go to the Great Manjusri Temple to set fire to it, what do you think they will do?"

"Holy crap! Are you so despicable?"

Dongfang Weiming was amazed by Wang Yuan's insidiousness.

After all, this monk is also a disciple of the abbot of the well-known and upright Shaolin Temple. It is said that his chivalry value is not low, so he just talks about murders and arson. This method of blaming others is done without thinking at all.

"Although your method is good! But it's not easy to implement!"

Dongfang Weiming thought for a while and said, "Look at your cassock. It's obviously not the same style as Qingliang Temple. If you set fire to Wenshu Temple and then blame Shaolin Temple, then..."

"Easy to say!"

Before Dongfang Weiming finished speaking, Wang Yuan took out a mask from his arms, entered the four words "people from the sacred mountain", and then put it on his face.

At the same time, Wang Yuan's whole body was distorted, and he turned into a person from the sacred mountain.

"This...disguise technique?" Dongfang Weiming asked in surprise when he saw Wang Yuan's sudden change in appearance.

"Not bad! Knowledgeable!" Wang Yuan praised.

"Awesome!" Dongfang Weiming gave a sincere thumbs up.

Damn it, this monk has gone so far and learned such a deceptive skill. It seems that Qingliang Temple cannot be saved this time.

"Let's go! Go to the Great Manjusri Temple!"

After transforming into a person from the sacred mountain, Wang Yuan called Dongfang Weiming, and the two of them walked up the mountain road.

There are many temples in Mount Wutai. After searching for a long time, the two finally arrived at the entrance of the Great Manjusri Temple.

The lamas of the Great Wenshu Temple are much richer than the monks of the Qingliang Temple. This temple is magnificent and even more luxurious than the Shaolin Temple. Because it lives on the top of the mountain, it is even more solemn and solemn.

The two found a deserted corner. Wang Yuan took out a torch and handed it to Dongfang Weiming and said, "Come on! It's up to you..."

Wang Yuan always likes to instigate others to do things like murder and arson, and rarely does it himself.

"Why me?" Dongfang Weiming was obviously more alert than Yi Mengru, Dugu Xiaoling and others. Seeing that Wang Yuan wanted to set the fire himself, he decisively refused.

"I am from a well-known and upright family, and I am also a Buddhist chivalrous saint!" Wang Yuandao said: "How can I do such a despicable thing?"

"Then I can't do it any more!" Dongfang Weiming shook his head and said, "I am a public official and I am an upright man. How can I know the law and break it?"

The two of them, one competing with the other, were shameless. Each had their own reasons for not setting fire to the fire.

Just when the two were "humbling" each other, they saw three lamas walking out of Wenshu Monastery and walking down the mountain.

"Hey, I thought of a better way!"

Seeing the three lamas not far away, Wang Yuan suddenly said again.

"What do you want?"

Dongfang Weiming asked in confusion.

"Hey! Just stand here and don't move. I'll come as soon as I go!"

Wang Yuan said a word, jumped forward and jumped in front of the three lamas.

"Who are you? How dare you stand in our way!" When the three lamas saw Wang Yuan suddenly blocking their way, one of them, a fat lama, shouted fiercely.

"I'm your father!"

Wang Yuan smiled slightly, stretched his hands forward, and directly grabbed the two lamas in his hands. Then he used Yunhe Jiuxiao's Qinggong and flew into the air. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared in front of the fat lama.

"It's not good..."

The fat lama was horrified when he saw this, turned around and ran up the mountain, but Wang Yuan had already carried the two of them to Dongfang Weiming's side.

After casually strangling a lama to death, Wang Yuan pointed to the other lama who was knocked unconscious and said: "Take him to the backyard of Qingliang Temple, I will be there soon!"

After saying that, Wang Yuan's body twisted for a while, turning into the appearance of a dead lama, and staggered towards Wenshu Monastery.

Dongfang Weiming was also a smart man. He knew what Wang Yuan was up to, so he didn't hesitate. He picked up the fainting lama and went straight to Qingliang Temple down the mountain.

At this time, the fat lama had led a group of lamas back to the place where Wang Yuan had kidnapped the people. Seeing Wang Yuan staggering back, one of the middle-aged lamas asked anxiously: "Where is your junior brother?"

"He...he was kidnapped by a monk. It seems he went to the direction of Qingliang Temple. I finally escaped from the poisonous hand!" Wang Yuan, possessed by a dramatist, said in a breathless voice.

"Boyan, what's going on?"

At this time, a very fierce-looking big lama came over and asked the middle-aged lama in extremely poor Chinese.

"Master Bayan, a lama in our temple was kidnapped. I suspect it was someone from Qingliang Temple who did it!" Boyan replied with great respect.

"Qingliangji! Hum!"

Master Na Bayan snorted coldly and said: "Senior Brother Sanjie asked me to come here just to investigate Qingliang Temple, but I can't find the reason. Now Qingliang Temple has taken the initiative to provoke me. It really took a lot of effort!"

"It takes no effort at all..." Wang Yuan said speechlessly.

"Well! You can say that..." Master Bayan glanced at Wang Yuan, then looked around and said: "Let's go! Get your weapons, we will go down the mountain to find the person!"

Having said this, Master Bayan asked Wang Yuandao again: "How is your injury?"

"I was just frightened...nothing serious." Wang Yuan waved his hand.

"You are a witness, come back with me!" Bayan said.

"Let's go..." Wang Yuan's head was full of black lines. Master Bayan's Chinese proficiency was really unflattering.

"Both the pros and cons are the same!" Master Bayan didn't care.

This Master Bayan is the most favored lama of Sangye Living Buddha of the tantric sect. Lama Boyan and others naturally follow his lead. After receiving Master Bayan's order, the lamas immediately returned to the temple, took their weapons, and followed Wang Yuan came to Qingliang Temple at the foot of the mountain.

At Qingliang Temple, Dongfang Weiming had just secretly thrown the fainted lama into the backyard of Qingliang Temple. He saw a monk running to the Zen room in the backyard and saying outside the gate of the Holy Mountain: "Abbot, there are more than a dozen lamas outside who want to see you, and they all have He is armed with weapons and gearing up, and it seems he has bad intentions."

"Is it so efficient?"

Dongfang Weiming was surprised when he heard this.

Although he also knew that Wang Yuan was very good at blaming others, he didn't expect that Wang Yuan was so efficient. He brought people to kill him at such a young age. The great monk didn't know how. Deceptive.