The power of the Buddha stirred and rose to the sky.

Mu Yang faced the Buddha power in the sky, did not retreat but advanced, and let the Buddha power of the mountain bombard in front of him.

The Buddha's power was coming, Muyang was still moving, as if it was a breeze blowing on his face, but Zhou Qianyu behind him, who couldn't bear the shock of the Buddha's power, was shocked and retreated.

The monk's face changed slightly, the monk's robe shook, and the second palm burst out.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Mu Yang's eyes, and there seemed to be a flood of power awakening in his body.

"Senior Brother Mingyu!"

Suddenly, there was a clear cry from the mountain peak, which made the monk's face change suddenly.

His palms snapped back, folded them in front of his chest, and turned to look.

"Senior Brother Mingdian!"

Attacking and retracting freely, and will not be created by itself because of the sudden withdrawal of power, is this the monk of Putuo Temple? Any one, is it actually the realm of an innate grandmaster?

A monk with bulging muscles supporting his robe slowly walked out, and he whispered to Mingyu, "Stand down!"

Mingyu was expressionless, retreated behind Ming Dian, and his movements flowed smoothly.

Ming Dian's gaze slowly fell on Mu Yang's body, and when he saw the magic staff that Mu Yang slapped into the ground, his face showed a hint of surprise, "Master Mu, Shibei three days, the strength of the donor has improved so much!"

He once accompanied An Hui to the city of Thailand, and had the privilege of watching the terrifying innate war.

That battle made his Buddha's heart tremble.

Unexpectedly, it was only a long time before he saw this Master Mu again, and not only that, but the strength of the other party became unfathomable.

Mu Yang just glanced at the monks who came in front of him, "I'm here to find An Hui, won't I let me in?"

Ming Dian smiled lightly, "An Hui has not broken off the fate of the dust, the donor wants to see it, of course he can!"

"However, please forgive me, Putuo Temple has been a rule that non-monks of the temple are not allowed to enter since the millennium. ”

Mu Yang sneered, "Is Buddhism giving you rules?"

"Or is Buddhism all about restricting others?"

When the words fell, Ming Dian couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and the whole person fell into deep thought.

A few minutes later, Ming Dian suddenly realized that the words of this shepherd's benefactor had actually made his cultivation improve again.

He hurriedly saluted: "Thank you, donor!"

Buddhism, the cultivation is to have no distractions, since there are no distractions, where do the rules come from?

Mu Yang didn't care, he slowly raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain in the clouds and mist above.

A figure was rapidly falling from above, the monk's robe was blowing in the wind, and an old monk suddenly appeared in the eyes of several people.

The old monk landed in front of the mountain gate, but he did not make a sound, and even the dust in front of the mountain gate did not shake, as if his body was like a feather.

The old monk's thin robe was not wrinkled, and he slowly bowed: "I want to know, why the Buddha has no rules, and why he has made many precepts and returned to the pure place of the ear roots?"

Mu Yang smiled dumbly, looked at the old monk in front of him and said: "People practice Buddha, nature is Buddha, Buddha is human, man is Buddha, people have seven emotions and six desires, Buddha will naturally have, even if the Buddha can give up the six desires, then what about the seven emotions?"

"In the face of life and death, will the Buddha really be fearless?"

"If there is no anger, how can the angry Buddha come from?"

"If there is no sorrow and no joy, how can Maitreya Buddha come?"

The old monk's pupils shook suddenly, and Shi Li said: "The donor is a celestial man!"

In his eyes, the Buddha is a human being, and the Buddha saints who were suppressed by him did not know how to geometry, and they were all afraid of him. It's just that everyone in the world thinks that the Buddha is fearless.

Even if Mu Yang does not practice Buddhism, he knows so many things, and the Buddhist scriptures he has read are even more like gods for this old monk.

"I never thought that the donor would have such understanding, and the old man could only ask the last question. The old monk raised his head and looked at Mu Yang with a smile, "The donor said that the Buddha has seven emotions, and the Buddha will be afraid, but the old man thinks that the Buddha is omnipotent, since he is omnipotent, how can he be afraid?"

Mu Yang shook his head slightly, "Is it really omnipotent?"

When the words fell, a fine light shot out of Mu Yang's eyes, entering the eyes of the old monk, and at the same time, the momentum around Mu Yang's body changed suddenly.

In the fairy world of the West Heavenly Paradise, ten thousand Buddhas fell to the ground, their bodies trembled, and in the center of the Paradise, a majestic figure stood proudly.

This is the worship of ten thousand Buddhas!

The old monk's eyes were slightly dull, and then, when he looked at Mu Yang again, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Although the majestic figure is only the back, the arrogant and arrogant momentum is very similar to the young man in front of him.

The old monk retracted his gaze and smiled faintly, "The donor is also a celestial man!"

Mu Yang no longer paid attention to the old monk and walked directly to the temple.

As for Ming Dian, he was already dumbfounded.

He didn't understand, how could the usually serious master suddenly become so like this today?

The old monk sighed and shook his head and walked into the temple.

Under the leadership of the old monk, they walked to a house, which was still extremely simple, and if it rained, I was afraid that it would also rain inside.

Zhou Qianyu sat awkwardly on a shabby but extremely smooth stool, looking a little weird.

"My apprentices made the donor smile!" The old monk shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "The old man has not introduced himself yet, the old man is the great Tianzun of Putuo Temple, Mingxian." ”

"Su Jiang, Mu Yang!" Mu Yang said indifferently.

"It turns out that the donor is Master Su Jiangmu, and the old man has to thank the donor!" The bitterness on the old monk's face gradually disappeared, and a smile appeared, "My disciple is fortunate to be rescued by the donor, and he is really a good person!"

This sentence made Zhou Qianyu even more awkward, and he was also a good person?...... In order to save the Tibetan warrior monk, Mu Yang killed five congenitals with one sword, is this also a good person?

Mu Yang raised his head and said in a deep voice again: "I'm here to find An Hui!"

An Hui was not in Putuo Temple, but was escorted by Lao Qu's two juniors and went to the south to settle down. The monk said slowly.

Mu Yang sighed, he hadn't sensed An Hui's breath before he came, so he had expected this, he slowly got up and walked outside the house.

"In that case, then I will take my leave!"

"Donor, please stay!" the old monk hurriedly called.

"What else?" Mu Yang's footsteps paused slightly.

"Since the donor is here, can you do something with the old man?" Mingxian's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, looking at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang turned his head, stared at the old monk, and after a few breaths, he smiled lightly: "Let me do something for you?"

"Yes, but old monk, can you take something out as a price?"

"The price?" The old monk was slightly stunned, and looked at Mu Yang in surprise.

"The spiritual veins of Putuo Temple are taken from cultivation, and in addition, there are three Putuo grasses!" Mu Yang smiled lightly.

"The donor is really a celestial!" the old monk smiled lightly after pondering for a long time, "The war in China is like this, and there is enough blood. ”

"Therefore, the old man wants to invite the donor to enter my Putuo Temple. Mingxian raised his head, and a pair of ancient eyes showed an unusually determined look.

"Do you want Mu Yang to become a monk?" Before Mu Yang could speak, Zhou Qianyu couldn't help but speak.

Mingxian glanced at Zhou Qianyu with a smile, "The female benefactor has misunderstood the old man, not to be a monk, but to ask this pastoral benefactor to join my Putuo Temple temporarily." ”

Mu Yang's brows tightened, he looked at Mingxian, and a ripple finally appeared in his eyes that were as light as autumn water.

"Yes!"

Mu Yang responded, and he didn't ask anything else.

Mingxian smiled faintly and nodded: "There are still seven Putuo grasses on the top of the clouds, all of which are left by the Great Heavenly Venerable of Putuo Temple, and they can be used by the donor." ”

Mu Yang nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Okay!"

He took a deep look at the smiling old monk, shook his head slightly, and turned around and walked out of the house with Zhou Qianyu.

Zhou Qianyu on the side was a little hesitant, then looked at Mu Yang and asked, "Mu Yang, you don't really plan to join Putuo Temple, right?"

Zhou Qianyu was a little nervous, but more puzzled and confused.

"It doesn't make a difference if you don't join. Mu Yang looked far away, looking at the dozen or so figures gathered at the mountain gate, "In this world, there are still people who have such understanding, and Huaxia is lucky!"

"What?" Zhou Qianyu was stunned.

Mu Yang stepped on his feet, took Zhou Qianyu, and his figure rushed straight to the top of the clouds.

"I don't know how many people will ...... when they return" Mu Yang sighed lightly, he knew that Putuo Temple was about to be born.

Ming Xian can mention the bloody survival of Huaxia and let him join Putuo Temple, I am afraid that he wants him to help Putuo Temple when it is in danger.

The difficulty of China, the family is on the wall, if the Putuo Temple is hidden again, I am afraid that the Chinese martial arts will collapse.

Therefore, this time, eighteen senior monks from Putuo Temple came out together. And these eighteen monks may not be able to survive this battle, so Mingxian has been waiting, waiting for someone who can continue the inheritance of Putuo Temple.

Putuo Temple is a holy place of Buddhism in China, if there are few masters left in Putuo Temple, then this holy land of Buddhism is coveted by many families, and even many overseas forces will also participate.

Mu Yang sighed slightly, he could feel Mingxian's helplessness.

"In the next time, I will stay here to cultivate!" Mu Yang smiled lightly and walked towards the depths of the clouds.

A day later, a piece of news in Huaxia shocked the world, eighteen monks from Putuo Temple came out together, and traveled west to the southern land, along the way, all the overseas strong people they met were subdued.

Time flies like a white horse.

A somewhat nervous shout woke Mu Yang from his cultivation.

Half an hour, Mu Yang and Zhou Qianyu appeared at the bottom of the mountain, he looked at the darkness around him, and slowly got into the car.

The whole heaven and earth, except for a round of bright moon, there is no trace of it.

"Huang Feihuang said that there is still an overseas powerhouse who has not left the Northwest Land?" Mu Yang asked.

"Yes, there is a dark wizard named Saiya who stayed in a villa in the Northwest Frontier City, are we going to go now?"

"En!" Mu Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said: "After this trip to the northwest, let's go north again." ”

......

In the corner of a villa at the foot of a mountain in Northwest Airlines, darkness shrouded everything.

In this darkness, there is a villa that is hidden by the surrounding trees, but at this moment the villa exudes a strange dark green.

That's a formation!