Chapter 2391 - 2392: Begging Me to Make a Move

Yang Fei glanced at the sky, unable to suppress a laugh.

On top of the Snow Peak, the snow was dazzling.

It looked like daytime, yet it was already around 11 PM, no wonder the young monk shut the door to visitors.

After the young monk spoke, he was about to close the door, but Yang Fei had already stepped through.

"The Buddha is compassionate, how can your Vajra Temple refuse guests at the door? Freezing someone to death is not insignificant sin!"

In the minds of many mortals, Vajra Temple and the legendary Great Thunderclap Temple, where The Buddha resides, are no different.

Even tycoons worth billions who come here must show utmost respect.

The young monk had never seen such a brazen character before and was immediately flustered, quickly following behind Yang Fei, calling out repeatedly.

"Master, you cannot do this. If you disturb the Great Uncle Master's cultivation, it would be a great sin."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, before the Great Heroic Hall, channeling energy into his Dantian, letting out a long chant.

"Yang Fei from Yinxue Tower visits the mountain!"

This long roar was like the Tiger Roar and Dragon's Chant, shaking the entire summit of Jade Dragon Snow Peak.

Under Vajra Temple's eaves, many iron horses clinked continuously.

The young monk, following behind Yang Fei, felt dizzy and dazed from his thunderous roar.

In his panic, he tumbled to the ground.

A person's name, like a tree's shadow. Yang Fei's reputation in the past year has been like Sun Proud, reigning supreme, known by all.

In the ancient and quiet Vajra Temple, countless meditating monks were awakened, with all sorts of strange noises resounding, loud and bustling.

Soon, from the four corners of Vajra Temple, the forms of four monks rose simultaneously.

The four monks exuded layers of auspicious energy and radiant treasure light, closing in on Yang Fei from four directions.

Among them, the monk from the east shouted loudly.

"Well, Yang Fei, you killed my Vajra Temple's disciple, and you still dare to come up the mountain and cause trouble!"

Yang Fei stood before the Great Heroic Hall, slightly smiling as if he had not noticed the surrounding monks.

The four monks quickly surrounded Yang Fei, just about to take action, when the Great Heroic Hall's door suddenly opened.

Monks poured out like a tide from both sides.

An elderly monk with a dignified appearance and a compassionate face slowly stepped out from the Great Heroic Hall, walking to Yang Fei.

He joined his palms before his chest, bowed, and uttered a Buddha title.

"Unexpectedly, Master Yang has graced us with your presence, please come inside for tea."

Yang Fei looked at this old monk indifferently; he was already glowing with Divine Light and had long condensed Shariputra.

At the same time, beneath him, as the Divine Light flickered, a faint lotus seemed to bloom, indicating a very profound cultivation.

Yang Fei nodded, glanced at the surrounding monks who glared at him, and spoke gently.

"I come to Vajra Temple with important matters, wishing not to cause more trouble, and asking the Abbot to restrain the monks to avoid bringing annihilation to Vajra Temple."

Yang Fei's words were arrogant to the extreme.

But from Yang Fei's mouth, they carried an overwhelming pride that no one dared to defy.

The four Dharma-protecting monks showed anger on their faces, but the Abbot sighed lightly and waved them back.

The four Dharma-protecting monks glared at Yang Fei fiercely but could only retreat silently.

Facing Yang Fei was like facing the vast starry cosmos, profound and mysterious, unfathomable, unable even to make a move.

The rest of the monks watched Yang Fei silently, their expressions varying.

Vajra Temple is also a major sect in the cultivation world, although always low-profile, hidden from the mortal world.

Yet, how could Vajra Temple monks not have heard of Yang Fei's invincible reputation?

The Abbot dismissed the four Dharma Protector Vajra monks, slightly bowing and extending a hand towards the Great Heroic Hall: "Please!"

Yang Fei entered the Great Heroic Hall with arrogance, seeing the solemn Buddha statues with kind eyes and benign visage, the Golden Body of the statue turned black from incense smoke.

The Abbot invited Yang Fei to sit in the side hall, offering a bowl of fresh tea to Yang Fei, and said slowly.

"May I ask what brings Master Yang here?"

Yang Fei took a light sip of the tea, its fragrance mingling with the biting essence of snow mountain water.

His fingers beat rhythmically on the table, speaking calmly.

"Would the Abbot know the legend of the Door of Creation at the snow mountain's peak?"

The Abbot's expression instantly changed, then returned to normal.

"Forgive this old monk's ignorance. Vajra Temple has been here for a thousand years, never hearing of the Door of Creation's legend. Where did the master hear this?"

Yang Fei, upon seeing the old monk's change of expression, knew the high monk was lying and laughed heartily.

"Wise men don't speak in riddles; Vajra Temple has been here for a thousand years, how could you not know the Door of Creation?"

"Without the Crystal Skull, guarding this secret of snow mountain Vajra Temple is useless."

"Why not tell me the secret you know, and we'll join hands to enter the Door of Creation, each gaining something, wouldn't that be good?"

Below this snow mountain, movement was frequent, and Yang Fei was sure Vajra Temple was hiding some secret, hence his question.

The Abbot's expression changed drastically, rising swiftly, his face extremely unsightly.

"Master Yang, your fame is known worldwide, why come to my Vajra Temple to speak nonsense and ruin our reputation?"

"You should stay a night here, and descend the mountain tomorrow."

Yang Fei squinted at the monk, fists tightly clenched, completely lacking a high monk's demeanor, his heart clear.

Yang Fei looked at the Abbot blandly, wanting to say something but shifted his tone with a cold smile.

"Alright, I'll rest at your temple for tonight, and talk tomorrow morning."

The Abbot, wary of Yang Fei's Divine Skills, was surprised he wasn't aggressive and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very well, Master Yang, this way please."

The Abbot personally led the way, inviting Yang Fei out of the Great Heroic Hall, and settled him into a Quiet Room behind the hall.

Yang Fei could feel that within Vajra Temple, countless eyes were trained on him.

Vaguely, seven or eight extremely powerful Divine Senses were locked onto his resting Quiet Room, despite not daring to overtly investigate.

Yang Fei coldly laughed, thinking secretly to himself.

"The enemy you should guard against isn't me. By tomorrow evening, you'll come begging me to intervene."

Yang Fei sensed the Will of the World, many powerful presences already heading towards Vajra Temple.

The Door of Creation about to open, those ten or more celestial loose cultivators' first stop would be Vajra Temple.

This Abbot and all Vajra Temple's members do not recognize a good person's heart, those powerful cultivators will surely teach them a harsh lesson.

Indeed, after midnight, a sinister laughter echoed throughout Vajra Temple.

"All monks, come out, I have questions for you."

Amidst the dazzling snow, countless fiery-red Crows descended before Vajra Temple's main hall, quickly forming into a man's shape.

Inside the Quiet Room, Yang Fei opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"They've finally come.""