He Lan Tianxia

Luo Xie shouted a challenge at the entrance of Anqiao Temple, only then did the abbot belatedly realize that the prison had been raided. Wait, that's not right, no one came to raid the prison from beginning to end, so they must have escaped. Never mind, now someone is challenging him outside, and even called out his name, which makes the abbot very uncomfortable. So, he picked up his staff, called the monks, and strode out.

"Ha..." Seeing that Luo Xie only brought two children, the usually serious abbot couldn't help but burst into laughter. He said disdainfully, "You few dare to challenge me? It seems you don't want to die fast enough. Amitabha."

"Monks, get out of here!" The abbot didn't take Luo Xie and the other two seriously at all. He even dragged his staff and turned around to walk back to the temple.

With a "whoosh," a gust of wind swept behind the abbot's head. Before he could turn around, the prayer beads around his neck clattered to the ground. The abbot was alarmed. As the saying goes, "Quiet contemplation dispels delusions; hold the beads in your heart." This string of beads, representing his sincere devotion to Buddha, had actually been broken! Where was his dignity as the abbot? It was utterly disgraceful. Enraged, the abbot grabbed his staff and swept it backward without even looking.

"Ding." His bald scalp was scratched, causing excruciating pain. The abbot swung his staff upwards a few more times, but missed.

"Hiss." The right side of the monk's robe was torn. The abbot was even angrier. He looked left and right but couldn't see who had done it. Distracted, he found the left side of the robe being lifted up, and even more mysteriously, the robe was swaying wildly, as if a person was hiding inside. Just as the abbot was getting chills, his left foot was struck hard by a tree branch, followed by his right foot. The abbot bent over in pain, but before he was fully down, with a snap, the entire robe was gone.

This humiliation of having his robe torn and his cassock fall to the ground enraged the abbot, who roared at the air, "If you have the guts, come out here!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a strange sound whistled overhead. The abbot looked up and saw a small, menacing snake lunging straight at him... The abbot gaped in terror, completely forgetting how to retaliate against this bizarre attack.

On the other side, Luo Xie and Xiao Yezi also threw the monks off balance. They had no idea where Xiao Yezi had gotten so many snakes today, throwing them one after another. Forget about setting up any formations; even a normal parry was difficult. They had used their strongest martial arts before, but they had never encountered such a chaotic fighting style. And those snakes were alive; a single bite could be fatal. So, the monks retreated step by step, some of the more timid ones simply throwing away their staffs and fleeing in panic.

The one who had the most fun was Luo Xie. The old pine tree spirit dealt with the abbot, and Xiao Yezi was in charge of releasing the snakes. He swept them all away effortlessly by himself. He suddenly realized how stupid he had been to let the monks catch him before. Now that he thought about it, it was because he had always followed the same routine. This time, Xiao Yezi's clever but cunning idea seemed to have some merit. 'Anyway, as long as we win, that's good.' Luo Xie picked up a monk's staff and swept it wildly before charging into the temple.

Meanwhile, Murong Junlan and Jiang He went to Xieyang Cave immediately. Only the abbot was lying inside; the old man was nowhere to be seen. Murong Junlan reached out to check his breathing; it was relatively steady, but he couldn't wake him no matter how hard he tried. Suddenly, as if remembering something, Murong Junlan patted the abbot's neck a few times. The abbot slowly opened his eyes, then looked around. When he was sure the old man wasn't in the cave, he tried to stand up, but before he could regain his balance, he collapsed again. Fortunately, Murong Junlan reacted quickly and caught him.

The abbot turned around with all his might and kowtowed to the prince: "Your Highness, please save my brother."

"Don't worry, I'll save you both." After saying that, Murong Junlan handed two pills to the abbot, instructed Jiang He to take care of the abbot, and then turned around and left the Xieyang Cave to find the old man.

The abbot, whose army had collapsed like a house of cards, led the remaining monks to retreat to the main hall, intending to escape from the basement. As soon as they entered the main hall, they saw the "abbot" standing alone in the middle, worshipping.

"Ha. What a small world! So you're still alive."

With a wave of his hand, the monks effortlessly restrained the "abbot".

"Withdraw." The abbot and his entourage disappeared into the dark room behind the main hall.

When Murong Junlan arrived at the main hall, they had vanished without a trace, but he could still sense the chaotic aura emanating from the crowd. At that moment, Xiao Yezi and the others also arrived.

Murong Junlan asked anxiously, "Little Yezi, is there a secret passage leading outside?"

"Yes, but I can't open it," Xiao Yezi replied.

"Can't open it?" the group asked, puzzled.

“Normally, it’s easy to open the door if we’re escaping, but if there are pursuers, they’ll seal it up. By the time we open it, they’ll have already escaped. Besides, there are three forks in the passage, and if we can’t figure it out, it’ll be a waste of our effort.” Xiao Ye shrugged, looking helpless.

"Are we just going to let them kidnap the old woman and ignore her?" Murong Junlan asked anxiously.

"They will come back," Xiao Yezi said confidently.

"Come back? On what grounds?" Luo Xie felt that Xiao Yezi was unreliable this time.

Xiao Yezi pulled something out of her sleeve and said, "You can run away from the monk but not the temple. The abbot's relic is with me, and the old man said he can't bear to part with this Anqiao Temple."