The history of Xuan Chan Su is extremely long, and legend has it that there have been several Buddhas with unparalleled talent and strength in history, even in the upper realm, it is also a pivotal existence, but without exception, they all returned to this world in the end, as for what realm, no one knows, but it must be the existence of breaking the void.

Xuanchan Temple pilgrims come and go, most of them are some people from the world, or come here to pray for blessings, or come here to ask for children, the stream is endless, and the incense is very vigorous.

Mo Chu followed the flow of people and walked slowly up the stairs like the sky.

There are a lot of green lanterns on the stairs on both sides, and there is no wick in them, but the golden sacred stones, slowly hanging in the green lanterns.

According to the pilgrims, it is even more spectacular at night, with the flickering lights and a mere glance at it calming the mind.

People can't help but sigh that the Xuanchan Temple's financial resources are strong, just those divine stones that are used as wicks cost a lot of money, and the stone of the casting steps under the feet is also extremely precious.

"Legend has it that the Buddha's lectures were paved with gold bricks, but now it seems that the Buddha's lectures are not so magnificent!" Bai Yan muttered, stepping on the steps step by step.

"That was when the Buddha had just become a Buddha, and he should still be in a mortal realm, and now the Buddha who is high up in the sky may not be preaching the scriptures!" Mo Chu glanced at Bai Yan and said slowly.

"I fucking like that kind of grand scene, if I can talk about the sword technique in a high position that day, it should be magnificent!" Bai Yan smiled proudly, "You don't need any gold bricks to pave the ground, just get some jade bricks to pave the ground!"

"Don't talk big and flash your waist, with your little knife technique, you can't beat me?" Mo Chu pursed his lips.

"Isn't it normal that I can't beat you?A pervert like you, it's a strange thing to beat you!" Bai Yan muttered, "Anyway, I'm just a line worse than you, I and Mo Qian's guy may be able to have a draw!"

Mo Chu and Bai Yan continued to walk upward, step after step, really like those pilgrims. If the two of them come here to ask for help, they really can't fly in the air, if they annoy those monks who live in seclusion in the Xuanchan Temple, the largest Buddhist sect in Xizhou, if they don't borrow it, it will be worth the loss.

The two of them walked, while enjoying the scenery, the scene of this Xuanchan Temple is really magnificent, there are nine huge Buddha statues listed around, forming a circle of encirclement, and the eighty-one halls of Xuanchan Temple are all wrapped in. The Buddha statue is shining with brilliance all around, and the light wheel behind him is condensed with great mana, and the Buddha's power is extremely magnificent.

Nine Buddha statues, all of which are the statues of the legendary Buddha, have a kind face, the Buddha's eyes are slightly closed, his hands are folded, as if he is chanting the Dharma, and the grand Buddha voice can be faintly heard.

The two of them continued to walk forward, and the atmosphere of the main hall at the highest point was even more magnificent, and the golden glazed tiles were shining.

People in the world worship Buddha and seek blessings in this highest and largest Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the incense is also more prosperous.

In front of the door is a huge incense burner, there is no lack of Buddhist beasts such as the golden-winged Dapeng on the stove, there are unicorns and other beasts on it, and there is an eight-part heavenly dragon such as the momentum of swimming, the eyes seem to be flashing golden light, and the spirit is vibrant.

At the foreground is a more solemn Buddha statue, and in the foreground are several futons wrapped in yellow cloth. On the tribute table in front of the futon, there were not even more rare spiritual fruits in the world, and each one placed outside could cause some coaxing from those monks.

Even the tribute table was extremely extraordinary, and that kind of material had never even been seen in Mo Chu.

According to Elder Jian, most of the existing treasures in this Xuanchan Temple were brought from the upper realm, which was extremely extraordinary, and there were many treasures that could be compared to the cloud spear, and there were even objects that could surpass the cloud spear.

It wasn't until later that Wu Yun was beheaded, and those who had broken through to the upper realm never returned.

Mo Chu thought of those amazing and brilliant Qinglian Lords, and felt that there was something great hidden in them, according to Elder Jian and Lin Changfeng, when their luck was beheaded, those people were more resentful, and there seemed to be some kind of hatred against the sky.

And after that, those people helped Taixu Mountain kill all the masters who had broken through the Void Realm and above the Void Realm, and created a big slaughter, which was a big disaster, and the entire Fierce Domain Sect was wiped out, and Tongtianmen also tried all its strength to survive.

Mo Chu and Mo Qian stood side by side, and after burning three high incense sticks on the incense burner at the door, they walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Mo Chu and Bai Yan stood side by side, staring at the face of the Buddha, listening to the grand Buddha voice, and were stunned.

Mo Chu looked at the Buddha statue and frowned slightly, "I seem to have seen it somewhere!"

Bai Yan Mochu's soft words were startled, "You are talking nonsense, this is the Buddha, how can you have seen it!"

"Maybe I'm mistaken!" Mo Chu muttered. The thought in Mo Chu's heart flashed, and Mo Chu seemed to have really seen the face of this Buddha statue.

Grandpa Mo Chu used to like to go to the temple in the nameless city to talk with the old abbot about the scriptures, and Mo Chu often went with him, and what made Mo Chu strange was that the face of this Buddha statue was seven or eight points similar to that of the old abbot.

Mo Chu came back to his senses, no longer looked at this matter, turned his head to look at a young monk standing next to him, the monk had a handsome face, a little red mole on his eyebrows, and a monk's robe was even more meticulously cared for.

Mo Chu slowly stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Excuse me, is the abbot in the temple?" Mo Chu said to the young monk.

"The donor is too much!" said the young monk with a smile.

Mo Chu was stunned, and then said, "Exactly!"

"The abbot ordered me to wait here, saying that two nobles were coming, and now I have arrived!" said the young monk unhurriedly.

"Donor come with me!" the young monk saluted slowly, turned and walked in.

When Mo Chu and Bai Yan heard this, they hurriedly followed.

The three of them walked all the way through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, came to the back of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, went all the way forward, and then stepped on a thousand steps, came to a palace that was not very grand, and entered the palace again.

"This place is the pavilion of my monastery, and it is a place to chant and learn the Dharma on weekdays. The young monk explained.

It is full of bookshelves, and the widely circulated scriptures such as the Diamond Sutra, the Six Patriarch Sutras, the Bodhisattva Sutra, and the Nirvana Sutra are all listed on the shelves, and there are many unheard of scriptures in Mochu and Bai Yan, but the scriptures that are very mysterious just by listening to the name are also in it.

Bai Yan was well-informed and exclaimed, "Sure enough, it is a treasure land, any scripture in it can make those monks outside fight, I didn't expect there to be so many here!"

Mo Chu and Bai Yan did not stop, and walked out of the scripture pavilion with the young monk and entered a square.

This square is not as grand as the one in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and it is much smaller in scale. There are no incense burners, but more black wooden sticks, among which there are many swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons with a stronger killing aura, which is somewhat different from the practice of Buddhism as compassion.

"This is the place where the brothers and sisters practice!" the young monk said softly, his voice ethereal.

"Doesn't Buddhism emphasize compassion?" Bai Yan asked.

"Compassion is compassion, but there must be some self-preservation, isn't it!" the young monk did not speak, but did not go out and speak.

The young monk nodded slowly, "Compassion still needs to be compassionate, but it still needs to have some strength, if it reaches the point where the world is in decline, there is no persuasion, and there is no way to teach, you still have to pick up this killing weapon to defend the common people!"

The young monk's fingers flicked a sharp sword: "Compassion is not chaos, mercy is not mercy!"

This monk probably has a half-step unified cultivation, and it is not weak outside, but it seems to be a little weak here.

Mo Chu and Bai Yan slowly walked into the square, through the Guangguang, and came to a quiet bluestone path. The surrounding area is a scene of old trees entwined with vines, green water and turbulence, and a stream that is not big or small flows down slowly, and the sound is pleasant.

"Sure enough, it is a Buddhist treasure land, even these flowing waters, and the old trees have Buddhist principles!" Bai Yan smiled slightly

"Please come with me!" the young monk said softly, raising his feet and walking on the bluestone path, step by step very solemn and powerful.

A few people walked along the bluestone path, and after nine turns and turns, they came to a thatched hut.

Mo Chu looked at this thatched hut and smiled slightly, those who have cultivated to a high level seem to like this remote thatched hut, it seems that they have enjoyed enough of the prosperous reputation, and they want to come here to enjoy the life of mortals. Mo Chu muttered in his heart, "In the future, will I also find a remote place to build a thatched hut like Elder Jian and the others?"

"It's here!" the monk's voice came slowly, pulling Mo Chu's mind back from the clouds.

"What do you want?" Bai Yan asked with some curiosity.

"Good thing!" Mo Chu showed a meaningful smile. And he walked towards the hut.

"Abbot, people are coming!" said the young monk softly in front of the hut, very respectfully.

"Come in!" came a slightly old, but neutral voice from inside the hut.

"Two donors, the little monk won't go in!" the monk saluted slowly, and then returned along the bluestone path.

Mo Chu and Bai Yan took care of their somewhat messy clothes slightly, and then slowly walked inside.

When you first enter it, the first thing that catches your eye is a portrait of the Buddha, except for this portrait of the Buddha, there is nothing else, not even a candle.

The two of them looked to the side, and there was a futon in the depths of the room, on which sat an old monk.

The old monk had a kind face, white eyebrows and white beard, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a smile, and he did not have a robe on his body, but wore a white monk's robe, with a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck, and put his hands between his legs, quietly watching the two.

"Master!" Mo Chu and Bai Yan saluted at the same time, this is the host of this Xuanchan Temple.

According to the young monk, this host has not been out of the mountain for a long time, even if those huge forces in Zhongzhou want to ask to see it, today is an unprecedented time.

"Please be seated!" the host waved slightly, and two futons appeared on the ground.

The two saluted respectfully, and then sat down and faced the old abbot.

"Old man, Zhikong!"

The old abbot of Zhikong spoke again: "The old monk of the two of them already knows!"

The two of them froze.

I saw Zhikong slowly take out a flash of beads from his arms, like jade not jade, like stone not stone, the whole body of Buddhist literature flowed, Huihong Buddha power spread out, like a storm crashing on the shore, like a relic.

At this moment, the martial arts in the veins of Mo Chu trembled.