Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

"Who are you? How dare you talk to me like that?" Meng Fan has always been self-righteous. He didn't even like the man's appearance, so naturally he wouldn't take his abilities seriously. What's more, this man's abilities were not worthy of his attention.

This time they crossed mountains and rivers to come to China, determined to get this relic.

"If you continue to quarrel like this, don't blame me for being rude. It is not easy to welcome all of you heroes in this quiet place of Buddhism. If you come here with a feeling of gratitude and regret, I welcome you. If not, please turn right when you go out. The way down the mountain has been opened for you." Abbot Yuanyin looked righteous and spoke calmly and domineeringly, which was enough to show the leading position of Buddhism in the "jianghu".

As expected, no one present dared to challenge the dignity of Buddhism. The entire inner hall was filled with complete silence and tranquility.

"What if we don't want to leave?" This time, the person who spoke was not Meng Fan, nor the man who had just argued with Meng Fan, but an old man in a long gown. He looked to be about the same age as Yuan Yin, but his temperament was far inferior to that of Abbot Yuan Yin. He had a kind of impetuous feeling that was not in line with his age.

Just like a young man who has just entered society, he dislikes everyone he sees.

"Qingdeng, I thought my senior brother said ten years ago that you would no longer be allowed to set foot in Koizumi Temple. How dare you come here today? How dare you come to see my senior brother?" Yuanyin was really angry this time. Looking at the old man who was speaking, her originally kind eyes were covered with a hint of murderous intent.

"Hahaha, what's there to be ashamed of? Senior brother? Whose senior brother? You were so cruel back then, do you know what kind of hard life I have been going through all these years? Am I here today just to listen to your preaching? And then be grateful to you and Yuan Rong for not killing me back then?" The old man called Qingdeng had a distorted face, as if he was recalling something, and his entire facial expression became even more ferocious.

"Tonghe, Tongqi, show the guests out!" Yuan concealed the murderous intent in his eyes, but the anger in his heart was still very strong. He said to the two disciples beside him.

As soon as the words were spoken, two disciples flew forward and came to the two sides of Qingdeng, "Uncle Master, please come in."

The two of them were serious and had no expression on their faces, but it was precisely that solemnity that further demonstrated the integrity and justice of Buddhism.

"Hmph, did you think I would be as incompetent as I was ten years ago? Today I must get the relics of that old thief Yuan Rong before I leave!" Qingdeng's two palms opened up, and Tong and Tongqi, who were not prepared, were forced to retreat several steps by his internal force.

The crowd that was originally just watching the fun started to get excited again. Now that someone had made it clear that his goal was the relics, it would be much easier for everyone to handle the matter. They wouldn't have to be restricted by the face of Buddhism.

"Hey, what is a relic? Is it this?" Meng Zhiling asked Qiao Surong softly. As she spoke, a crystal clear bead the size of a pearl appeared in her hand.

In fact, she didn't really know much about Chinese culture. She had just heard from others that relics worn by ordinary people had the effect of warding off evil spirits and curing diseases. They were a treasure that could replenish qi and prolong life. After many eminent monks passed away and were cremated, they would leave behind relics of varying sizes or high purity, which could be bought in certain markets.

What she didn't understand was what was left behind after Master Yuan Rong passed away that could attract so many people and even Meng Fan and his group. It seemed that it was not as simple as usual.

In fact, she didn't even know what the real relic looked like, so she took something out of the Silver Python's storage space. Because the Silver Python was a very organized person, he stored all his treasures in different categories. She took a rough look at it when she went in last time, and remembered that there seemed to be a column for relics.

"Yes, you are, but what they are fighting for today is probably not so ordinary and simple. Did you find anything when you entered the door?" Qiao Surong also whispered in Meng Zhiling's ear in an extremely weak voice, or it could be said to be a telepathic transmission, because outsiders could not hear their conversation.

"A barrier seems to have formed in the backyard. Although it seems unintentional on the surface, the energy that occasionally flows unintentionally is very puzzling. If there is no barrier, I don't know how powerful the energy source is!" Meng Zhiling spoke the truth. Although she has always been surprised that Qiao Surong, who is exactly the same as an ordinary person, has the same special abilities as herself.

"I'm afraid that the energy source is the relic they want to fight for. It seems that Koizumi Temple is doomed." Qiao Surong said lightly, without any regret or any other emotion. In his eyes, it seemed that except Meng Zhiling, he cared about her, and he didn't care about the existence of other people and things at all.

"Really? What should I do now that I'm suddenly interested after hearing what you said?" Meng Zhiling blinked at Qiao Surong with a wicked smile. She originally had the seven-colored snow lotus in her body to replenish energy, but she always lacked an energy source. If this magical relic was used by her, she really didn't know what kind of magical thing would happen.

Or maybe it’s not always a good thing, but you have to try it to know.

"Then I will have to risk my life to help you get it." Qiao Surong smiled slightly and said calmly. For him, he didn't want to get involved in this muddy water and hadn't done it himself for many years, but for what Meng Zhiling wanted, he was willing to go through fire and water.

Besides, such a thing is not a sea of ​​fire or a mountain of swords for him.

"Hehe, Brother Qiao, how come I am so lucky to meet you?" Meng Zhiling stuck out her tongue. The girl's playfulness made Qiao Surong want to love her deeply.

However, in such a solemn place, it was not appropriate to think about those things, so I could only say sullenly: "Haha, it's my honor."

While one side was chatting animatedly, the other side was fighting fiercely. Qingdeng and his two disciples were evenly matched. Although his techniques were sharper and more vicious, and his cultivation was slightly higher, two fists could not beat four legs. When they really fought, they were evenly matched.

On the other side, Meng Fan and the ferocious-looking burly man were also on the verge of a fight. Everyone's eyes were wandering between Master Yuanyin and the backyard, waiting for an opportunity to move, thinking that the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole is behind, and wanted to reap the benefits while the fisherman is still fishing.

"Zhi Ling, are you okay?" When the fighting was going on inside, Yuan Yongkai and his group just happened to arrive outside the temple. While everyone was still amazed, Yuan Yongkai had already walked quickly into the inner hall. He only saw Meng Zhiling in his eyes and mind, and was so concerned that he didn't notice Qiao Surong standing next to Meng Zhiling.

Meng Zhiling was suddenly pulled by the arm and was startled. She blamed herself for being too engrossed in talking or exchanging glances with Qiao Surong, and almost forgot what she came here for today, what her identity was, and she even forgot that she was waiting for Yuan Yongkai and his group to meet up.

"Yongkai, you're here. I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Meng Zhiling moved her arm away without leaving a trace, and gently moved her body closer to Qiao Surong next to her. Her words were also very polite.

With such obvious movements and expressions, no matter how "blind" Yuan Yongkai was, it was impossible for him not to notice Qiao Surong standing next to him. The two looked at each other and said nothing more.

With only one person standing on one side, the already petite Meng Zhiling found it difficult to breathe in the middle. Damn, if she had known it would be such an awkward meeting, she would never have let Qiao Surong accompany her to "work".

Immediately afterwards, Leng Yu and Fengzi entered the inner hall one after another. The originally noisy hall fell into silence again because of the arrival of this wave of "guests". Only the three people who were still fighting fought all the way to the yard.

During this period, no one cared how many rounds the battle had lasted. Everyone was concerned about who won and who lost.

It’s like everyone is waiting for a round-robin competition, and I can be the luckiest player to be the last one in the mall.

"Mr. Yuan, Mr. Qiao, why are you here?" Yuan Yin was not as cold and indifferent as before this time. She greeted the two distinguished guests beside Meng Zhiling politely.

Perhaps it was because Qiao Surong and Meng Zhiling were too low-key when they came in just now, so he did not realize that Qiao Surong had arrived a long time ago. Now that Yuan Yongkai and his group arrived, the abbot immediately noticed this place. Yuan Yongkai's appearance also meant that Xiaoquan Temple could be saved today, and the relic would not fall into the hands of outsiders no matter how bad it was.

Meng Zhiling could understand the respect for Yuan Yongkai, but she was a little unable to understand the respect for Qiao Surong. After all, it was an honor for a commoner like him to be called "Sir" by a master like Yuan Yin.

This greeting didn't matter. Everyone in the audience followed Master Yuanyin's gaze and focused on Yuan Yongkai, Qiao Surong and Meng Zhiling. Meng Zhiling was already embarrassed, and now she felt even more embarrassed.

Qiao Surong just nodded lightly at Yuan Yin, not looking very familiar.

But Yuan Yongkai came with responsibilities and tasks, it was impossible for him to be so calm.

He walked up to the stage with firm steps, shook hands with Yuanyin, and stood side by side. His resolute facial features looked even more righteous. He looked around at the people in the hall, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself to everyone." Yuan Yongkai said as he lowered his sleeves, deliberately revealing the special golden "Phoenix" badge on his cuffs, which made it clear to everyone at a glance the symbol of his identity and status.

"On behalf of all the staff of Koizumi Temple, I would like to thank everyone for coming today. Today is the day of our Master Yuanrong's salvation. I hope that everyone can restore peace to the temple and to the master." Yuan Yongkai spoke with a hint of internal strength. Ordinary people were already intimidated by his majesty. Even the third type of people stared blankly at the stage, and then looked at each other with the people next to them, a little at a loss.