738 Nine-leaf Yu Shangrong

The rhyming couplets were painted with gold ink and fixed on veined pattern boards. The weather did not and could not damage these golden words, but faced with the might of a Nine-leaf cultivator, they were as fragile as paper.

The red lotus domain wrote with golden ink and their Buddha had Golden Bodies. Did that mean they were red Golden Bodies? How ironic.

The 12 vajras' eyes burned with anger.

Meanwhile, the 1,000 monks hovering in the air were stunned, at a loss over what to do.

The abbot, Fa Hua, a karmic fire user, was shocked. It was apparent from his slightly widened eyes.

The monks wielding rods in front of the Heavenly King Hall filed in at this moment and formed three rows in front of the Great Strength Hall. Not even a fly could get past them.

However, nobody dared to lift a finger. Who would dare? Although they were brimming with fury, they were frightened and shocked by the flaming Nine-leaf golden lotus under Lu Zhou's feet.