The old monk nodded slightly, then turned around and walked in the direction of the ancient Bodhi tree, step by step, even when he was about to touch the trunk of the tree, he did not stop, and it was like a phantom, slowly turning into the ancient Bodhi tree.

The figure of Monk Jueyuan has disappeared into the trunk of the ancient Bodhi tree, such a strange scene, if outsiders see it, I am afraid that they will be puzzled, but Lichen and Liwu did not show any different colors, which is obviously not uncommon.

Thousand Buddha Mountain is a holy place of Buddhism, and the real temple gate naturally cannot be placed outside the mortal dust, and the essence of this holy place lies in the ancient Bodhi tree that has been turned into a stone body.

It wasn't until the figure of the old monk Jueyuan disappeared into the ancient Bodhi tree that Wu Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is gifted, and he can be regarded as a diligent person among the monks of the Dharma Academy, after all, it has only been six years since he entered the temple, and it is a blessing to be favored by the first seat of the Dharma Academy, and for those golden Arhats who have entered the Arhat Hall, they naturally have a sense of awe for them.

Although the old monk didn't show any expression, and he didn't say too much, even if it was just the opposite, it also made Wu's heart full of pressure.

The golden-bodied Arhat, if he is in the mundane, it is a martial artist at the royal level, he has only been in the temple for six years, and now he is just the realm of a great martial artist, how can he not be nervous in the face of such a realm of high monks?

Just when Wu calmed down a little, Li Chen, who was standing in front of him, shook his head slightly, raised his footsteps, and followed Monk Jueyuan towards the Bodhi Ancient Tree.

Seeing that his senior brother's expression did not fluctuate at all, he knew that he must have fallen behind, and with a look of shame on his face, he also picked up the sleeping young man and followed.

However, he didn't know that the reason why Lichen's complexion had not changed was not because his mood had not fluctuated, but because he really didn't know this white-bearded old monk.

Although the monk Jueyuan is a generation higher than them, but the time to enter the temple is much older than them, when the dust began to emerge, the old monk of the "Jue" generation has cultivated into the golden body of the Arhat, stepped into the Arhat Hall to practice Buddhism, and no longer asks about the mountain gate.

In addition, now that Chen Liang has been in this body for a short time, he naturally does not have a deep impression of this Venerable Jueyuan, which makes people feel that kind of unsettling, and it also makes this old Venerable quite satisfied with him, which is indeed due to luck.

Lichen walked unhindered into the ancient Bodhi tree, the divine tree that reached the sky like a liquid and made invisible ripples, and he himself seemed to pass through a layer of water to a wider world.

Thousand Buddha Mountain is a Thousand Buddha Mountain, and although the Hanging Temple is in Thousand Buddha Mountain, if there is no monk in the temple to guide the way, even if you step through the entire green mountain, it is impossible to enter the ancient temple.

If it weren't for the leadership of the old monk just now, let alone the cultivation of the Grandmaster of Dust, even the Arhat King Realm would not have been able to break through Bodhi and step into this place.

Looking up, in this hazy road, the monk Jueyuan, who had just entered here, was waiting for them halfway, and at the end of the road, an endless majestic ancient temple in the deep mountains showed the power of the Buddha and the wisdom of Bodhi.

"Amitabha. ”

The sound of the bell rang slowly, looking up at the Qingshan Ancient Temple, Lichen and his junior brother bowed slightly, and then followed with a step, an Arhat Venerable greeted them, they didn't dare to let each other wait too long.

After getting closer, I found that the mountain gate of Xuankong Temple did not have the grandeur of the legendary martial arts holy land, but just a stone tablet separating the boundary of the Pure Land of Buddhism. After stepping this step, it is no longer in the ordinary, the immeasurable golden light is shrouded, and the voice of the Buddha's lectures echoes in all directions, truly entering a country of ten thousand Buddhas.

Walking through the stone tablet of the mountain gate of Xuankong Temple, an invisible breath poured into their sea of consciousness from the underworld, and for a while, the fatigue on the road seemed to have turned into nothingness, whether it was dust or martial arts, at this moment the heart was like stopping water, and the ancient well had no waves.

It is said that the Bodhi tree is the tree of enlightenment, sitting under the Bodhi tree can be clear-minded, insight into the truth of heaven and earth, and the entire Xuankong Temple mountain gate is in the space of the ancient Bodhi tree, in which the heaven and earth are naturally mysterious.

The two monks did not hesitate, and followed the footsteps of the Venerable Jueyuan forward, along the way, but also saw a few novice monks, in the face of the novice who gave them a salute, the old monk Jueyuan did not have any Venerable shelf, but one by one after returning the salute, then took them to continue to walk to the depths of the Buddhist gate.

Along the way, the expression on his face was still like that mask, without any fluctuations, but in his heart, he couldn't help but change color slightly.

All the monks I saw along the way, basically have a way that is not weaker than him, even the little novice who sweeps the courtyard is also the realm of a great martial artist, and a few old monks who pass by him can't see through, this kind of heritage, no wonder it is called the holy land of martial arts.

Thinking about the purpose of their descent this time, he glanced at the sleeping young man on Wu's shoulder, and Lichen couldn't help but have a slight toothache at this time.

He originally wanted to inform a few great monks of what he had heard at the foot of the mountain, so he immediately proposed to the abbot Zen master to resign and travel far away, in the name of subduing demons and saving the world, and leave here first.

But listening to the previous words of the monk Jueyuan, the master of empty words of the Luohan Hall was waiting in the hall, so in this case, it was not easy for him to say goodbye again.

Master Kongyan's Buddhism is profound, and his status in the Arhat Hall is extremely high, but he is a monk who has practiced closed-mouth meditation, and he has not spoken for decades.

Without the nod of the senior monks in the temple, even if he borrowed a gut, he would not dare to go down the mountain without permission.

Lichen's heart was slightly bitter, but there was still no expression on his face, for a period of time, he had been cautious, as if he had really become a facial paralysis, and his face was a little stiff.

He couldn't help but be careless, most of those ordinary monks and novices just stopped in the outer temple of Qianfo Mountain, and many believers and pilgrims, and monks who traveled around and placed orders, also stopped in the outer courtyard.

Those who are qualified to pass through the Bodhi Peak and enter this secret realm of Buddhism, in addition to the warrior monks who have cultivated to the highest level, are Zen masters with advanced Buddhism, each of whom is a terrifying person who can go out and stomp on his feet, and can make the entire Western Wilderness tremble.

It can be said that if a brick is thrown out of this ancient temple, it may be hit by an Arhat Venerable, the first Zen master.

For a "fake monk" like him who took away the skin of the Buddha, what is the difference between this Buddhist treasure and the tiger's den in Longtan?

It's like sitting on pins and needles, with thorns in the back, and it's really tormenting.