Full-time sword repair

"My two benefactors, our temple does not see any outside visitors recently. Please go back."

Outside the mountain gate of Putuo Temple.

Several monks guarding the mountain bowed to thank the two young men and women in front of them, who looked like a pair of immortal lovers.

The woman still refused to give up and tried to negotiate with them.

"We are disciples of the Tianyan Sword Sect and the Chiyan Fist Sect. We have important matters to attend to at Putuo Temple. We hope you will be accommodating."

"Amitabha, I'm so sorry, the abbot has already ordered that the temple is closed to visitors, so you'd better return quickly."

"You don't even give face to the Tianyan Sword Sect? You don't even give face to the Chiyan Fist Sect?"

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

"Ah, you bald guys are really driving me crazy..."

She turned her head and whispered to the man, "Xiao Linzi, what should we do?"

Lin Jichen had a faint smile on his face at this time, and he did not forget to tease: "That's not right, normally you should be ready to break the door violently, why are you so obedient today."

Ren Lan rolled her eyes at him and said bitterly, "I'm not a fool. This is Putuo Temple, the best Buddhist temple in the world. My cultivation level is not good enough to be seen here. I should have some self-awareness."

"Not bad, not bad. Now everyone can judge the situation."

Ren Lan couldn't help but stretched out her hand to pinch his waist and said angrily, "Stop making sarcastic remarks. What should we do next? How about we go?"

Lin Jichen waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't panic, I have a way."

After saying that, he looked at the monks guarding the mountain and said, "Please inform your abbot that I have something important to discuss with you."

"I'm sorry, benefactor, the abbot has ordered..."

"I found this heavenly Buddhist magical power. If you don't want it, I'll throw it on the street and let someone pick it up. I just don't know if it will affect the reputation of your Buddhist sect if some demon cultivator picks it up and practices it."

Lin Ji Chen spoke very naturally, not paying any attention to the dark faces of the monks opposite him.

And after he said that, he turned and left.

Several monks suddenly became anxious and rushed forward.

"Don't worry, benefactor. I will report to the abbot right away!"

"I'll give you half an incense stick of time to think about it. I won't wait any longer than that."

"Okay okay."

"Bring two more chairs over. I'm a little tired of standing."

"Um...Okay."

Several monks guarding the mountain were controlled by Lin Jichen. They were anxious and humiliated, completely different from their calm appearance just now.

Lin Jichen and Ren Lan sat leisurely at the gate of Putuo Temple, seemingly having no respect at all for this number one Buddhist temple in the world.

Not long after, several elderly monks walked out of the mountain gate. When they saw Lin Jichen, they asked, "Do you really have magical powers?"

"That can still be a lie."

Lin Ji Chen calmly took out a jade slip, which contained the Vairocana Seal that he had copied.

This magical power was originally copied from Sheng Yuan. He had wanted to return it to Jingyi Nun as a favor, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't want it.

This time he made another copy, just as a deal with Putuo Temple.

When the old monks saw that it was indeed the secret skill of their Buddhism, their faces immediately became solemn and they began to politely invite Lin Ji Chen into the temple to discuss in detail.

"I can't talk to you monks. Your status doesn't match. You can't make the decision. I want to see your abbot Xuankong."

However, Lin Ji Chen didn't bother to be polite with them and acted very arrogantly.

The faces of several elders turned dark. After all, they were elder-level figures of Putuo Temple and had the strength to reach the Enlightenment Realm.

Lin Ji Chen is just a junior, but he looks down on them so much.

Ren Lan on the side agreed, "That's right, don't underestimate him because he is young. He is the new Grand Elder of Tianyan Sword Sect. You outer sect elders are not qualified to talk to him."

Several people were speechless and could only say in a muffled voice that they would go and call for help.

When they came out again, there was one more person between them, but it was still not the Xuankong that Lin Jichen wanted to see, but another old monk.

This old monk was very fat and had no image at all. His clothes were tattered, revealing his big belly button. He had a string of large Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and looked very naive.

However, this seemingly smiling monk suddenly slapped out a palm print when he came up to him, heading straight for Lin Jichen's face.

This sudden action caught everyone off guard.

Lin Ji Chen was still sitting upright on the chair, with no preparation to dodge at all. He was about to be hit by the palm print. Even if he was not injured, he would definitely be embarrassed.

The fat monk also showed a look of gloating.

"You little brat, your fame is much greater than your strength. In the past few years, there have been news reports about this kid causing trouble everywhere. Do you think you can ignore our Buddhist sect with Leng Feiyan's support? Today, I will make you look bad."

He believed that Lin Ji Chen would definitely not be able to react to his sudden attack.

He is also very confident in his own cultivation. He had just broken through to the Yuhua realm not long ago, and his confidence is overflowing.

Lin Jichen, who was sitting on the chair, seemed to be really stunned and didn't react at all.

When the palm print came, Lin Ji Chen's expression remained normal, and there was even a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes flashed, and the surrounding spiritual energy automatically condensed and transformed into a ray of empty sword energy, which headed towards the ferocious palm print.

boom!

The sword energy and the palm print collided in the air, and the palm print was crushed on the spot, but the sword energy still had some power left and continued to slash towards the fat monk!

The fat monk's face changed slightly, and he had to take action again to resolve the attack with one palm.

The two men suddenly fought, and although both seemed unharmed, the fat monk was actually at a disadvantage.

"Haha, I just heard that Mr. Lin is extremely powerful and talented, so I wanted to learn from him. Mr. Lin wouldn't mind, right?"

The fat monk returned to his previous honest appearance, and laughed and downplayed the sneak attack.

Ren Lan sneered at the side and muttered, "It would be strange if Xiao Linzi didn't mind."

Sure enough, facing the words of the fat monk, Lin Ji Chen also smiled happily.

"It's okay, it's okay. I love sparring too. Since this master likes sparring so much, let's do it again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ji Chen had already summoned the Fengjie Sword and made his move in a flash, not giving the fat monk any chance to regret!

Seeing this, the fat monk cursed inwardly, but had no choice but to fight.

After several moves.

Although the fat monk was fine, the gate of Putuo Temple was in trouble.

The originally magnificent mountain gate was in complete ruin, with collapsed rocks and dead vegetation, looking like a dilapidated place.

"stop!"

Seeing that Lin Ji Chen was still going to attack, the fat monk had no choice but to shout.

The noise of the two men fighting immediately attracted several Buddhist masters.

Lin Ji Chen also took the opportunity to stop fighting and put away his sword.

Seeing that the fat monk was about to blackmail someone, he took the initiative and laughed.

"This master is so powerful. It really deserves to be the number one Buddhist temple in the world. There are so many masters here. The master said he wanted to spar with me, but I didn't expect that I got excited and didn't stop. It made a mess. I'm really sorry."

Lin Ji Chen threw all the blame on the fat monk. It was you who wanted to fight, so don’t blame me.

"Junior brother, is it really like this?" a skinny old monk asked with a frown.

The fat monk was so angry that he wanted to curse.