The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

Qingyue Temple.

The presiding abbot Xuanzhen had just finished worshipping Buddha and returned to his meditation room.

"Brother Abbot, something terrible has happened. Ye Feng is leading a large army and is heading towards Qingyue Temple." A monk in a cassock with gray eyebrows was none other than Xuan Nan, the junior brother of Qingyue Temple's abbot Xuan Zhen. He was an elder of the Damo School of Qingyue Temple and his cultivation was also strong, having reached the realm of a seventh-grade junior grandmaster.

Xuan Zhen in the Zen room heard this, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it seems that this state-guarding monarch is coming with great force."

"Even the last emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuang, did not dare to attack Qingyue Temple. I really don't believe that our king has the courage to do so."

"You must know that if you offend Buddha, the Song Dynasty will be destroyed." Xuan Zhen looked indifferent and recited scriptures and chanted Buddha's name in the meditation room.

"Brother, I'm afraid we should prepare early, in case Ye Feng attacks us without any resistance." Xuan Nan frowned slightly. An army of more than 100,000 is coming with great momentum. If they really start fighting, Qingyue Temple can be razed to the ground in an instant.

"As the elder of Dharma House, please ask the Grand Elder to lead 3,000 monks and 3,000 believers to take action. As long as Ye Feng dares to act recklessly, we in Qingyue Temple cannot just sit there and wait for death."

Xuan Zhen sat cross-legged there, the Buddhist beads in his hand rolling continuously. Qingyue Temple had been able to stay in the Song Dynasty for so many years, so it naturally had its own means of survival.

The three thousand monks and three thousand believers are very powerful. If they act together, together with the help of the Supreme Elder, even thousands of troops will be useless.

The three thousand monks of Qingyue Temple have practiced for many years and have strong cultivation. Many of them have innate cultivation, and the rest are also at the peak of acquired cultivation. After years of training, the combined combat power of the three thousand monks is very strong.

The three thousand believers were carefully selected and formed into a group. Each of them had reached at least the late post-natal realm. They had been practicing pure-hearted cultivation in Qingyue Temple for many years, and when they worked together, they were fearless and brave.

What's more, the three thousand martial monks are accompanied by the grand elder of Qingyue Temple, who is a powerful master at the level of a grandmaster. When he is combined with the three thousand martial monks, their combat effectiveness will become even stronger.

The presiding abbot thought very clearly that Ye Feng, as the guardian of the Song Dynasty, would not dare to act rashly if he knew that Qingyue Temple was so powerful.

Otherwise, both sides will suffer losses in the end, and the loss will outweigh the gain.

"Brother Master, I have a question." Xuan Nan turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something, turned around again, clasped his hands together, bowed, and asked.

"Junior brother, please speak!"

Xuanzhen vaguely guessed that Xuannan's doubts must be related to the Buddha worshipped in Qingyue Temple all year round.

"Qingyue Temple has worshipped Buddha for thousands of years. Now our Qingyue Temple is in great trouble. Can we ask the Buddha to come to the world and help our Qingyue Temple repel the enemy?"

Xuan Nan was the elder of the Dharma Hall of Qingyue Temple. Even though he was very curious in his heart, he wondered whether the Buddha enshrined in Qingyue Temple really existed.

Everyone knows that it is rumored that above the Nine Provinces, there are two realms of immortals and Buddhas, protecting all living beings. As disciples of Buddhism, they cannot be disrespectful to the Buddha in the slightest.

But, are the rumors true or false?

"Junior brother, you are possessed by a demon!"

Xuanzhen did not give Xuannan an accurate answer. The reason was very simple. Even though he had served the Buddha for many years, he had never felt the Buddha's presence, so he could not give Xuannan an answer.

However, as the abbot of Qingyue Temple, he believed that Buddha existed.

"Amitabha."

Xuan Nan bowed to Xuan Zhen, but did not get an answer, so he slowly turned around and left.

……

A side courtyard of Qingyue Temple.

Fang Yuan, the elder of Qingyue Temple, lay in a chair, enjoying the service of two maids beside him, with a faint smile on his face.

I saw his hands, from time to time, reaching out to grab the bodies of the two maids on the left and right, and pinching the two girls so hard that they gasped and made shy sounds.

"Brother, brother...something bad has happened. Ye Feng is leading an army of more than 100,000 soldiers and is attacking Qingyue Temple." Just as Fang Yuan was enjoying the maid's service, a panicked figure rushed into the courtyard. It was his fellow apprentice Fang Ling. The people's attack on Ye Feng's military camp in the early morning was arranged by Fang Yuan who instructed Fang Ling.

"As a highly respected elder of Qingyue Temple, how come you are still so reckless after all these years?" Fang Yuan smiled when he heard that. He didn't expect that Ye Feng would lead the army to attack Qingyue Temple without any provocation just because the people attacked the military camp.

Just like this, what Zhao Changlin arranged for him to do was successfully completed. He successfully provoked the fight between Qingyue Temple and Ye Feng. He knew very well that although Qingyue Temple was full of monks, after thousands of years of precipitation, there were 3,000 extremely powerful monks and 3,000 believers trained in the back mountain.

The Grand Elder who was in charge of training the monks and followers had broken through to the Grand Master realm decades ago. Even though he was only a sixth-rank junior master, he would be terrified when he felt the aura of the monks and followers who were obsessed with training all day long. Their strength was no less than that of Zhao Changlin's Changlin Army.

Now Ye Feng led his army to charge Qingyue Temple. Xuan Zhen, as the abbot, was not a pushover and would definitely order the monks to fight back. Seeing the bloodshed and death in Qingyue Temple, Xuan Zhen would definitely take action himself and kill Ye Feng.

"Brother, what you said is true, but I heard that the slogan that King Zhenguo Ye Feng shouted when he rushed to Qingyue Temple was to kill Fang Yuan." Fang Ling did not dare to disobey Fang Yuan, so he nodded quickly and said.

"What? What did you say?"

Fang Yuan stood up suddenly, his face becoming extremely ugly. If that was the case, Xuan Zhen, the old bald donkey, would have to chop him into pieces to appease Ye Feng's anger.

"Damn it, this isn't right... How does Ye Feng know my name? I didn't provoke him." Fang Yuan quickly asked Fang Ling.

"My dear brother, you arranged for me to instigate the people to attack the military camp last night, so I sent the lay disciples we recruited at the foot of the mountain to carry out the mission. However, we never expected that they would be found mixed in the crowd in the morning and were pulled out by Ye Feng. Under Ye Feng's threat, they all confessed everything we had done." Fang Ling did not dare to look at Fang Yuan's expression. He knew that Fang Yuan was vicious and would show no mercy. He lowered his head with fear in his heart.

Snapped!

Before Fang Ling could react, Fang Yuan rushed forward, raised his hand, and slapped him hard with tremendous spiritual power, blowing his head off. Blood spurted out instantly, and Fang Ling's head fell several meters away. His eyes were still moving. He was unwilling to die before he died. After all, he had underestimated Fang Yuan's cruelty!

"You're useless. You can't do anything good, but you always cause trouble!"

Fang Yuan's face was grim.

"what……"

Both maids were frightened by this sudden scene and their faces turned pale and they screamed.

"die!"

Fang Yuan's sixth-rank junior master's cultivation exploded, killing both maids. He heard the sound of horse hooves outside Qingyue Temple and frowned.

"Hide first and wait and see. If that doesn't work, go to Changlin County." Fang Yuan's figure flashed, and he entered the meditation room as quickly as possible. He changed into a plain robe and fled out of the yard.