"Amitabha, good and good, the poor monk is called Yanchen, and on the order of the master, he took Xiao Chen back to Lingyin Temple to be punished. ”

The moment the Dharma horn sounded, there was a silver light, piercing the sky.

The light fell with the voice, but it was a young monk, with red lips and white teeth, bright eyes and bright teeth, a handsome appearance, and a childish spirit.

is obviously a little novice, but he keeps calling himself a poor monk, which is a bit funny.

However, this little monk is too handsome, but he feels quite cute.

Taimiao Patriarch frowned and said, "Little monk, this is not the place you should come, leave quickly." ”

Yanchen said solemnly: "I've seen the ancestor, this is the abbot's handwritten warrant, this is the warrant of my master Xuyun, and I also ask the ancestor to look at it." ”

Two warrants, one is the abbot of Lingyin Temple, and the other is Master Xuyun.

"Ancestor!"

A trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of the eldest prince Wang Fei, and he persuaded in a deep voice, wanting him not to care too much and take Xiao Chen directly.

"Rest easy. ”

A suspicious look flashed in the eyes of the Taimiao Patriarch, and he took the two warrants, and his expression changed greatly after a while.

The handwritten order of the abbot master, which said that Xiao Chen was under the Lingshan Mountain, making trouble in the city, affecting many temples, destroying incense, and the crime was unforgivable. Hereby, Yanchen was sent down the mountain to arrest Xiao Chen and return to the temple to be punished, so as to purify his heart and wash away his sins.

The other is the warrant of Master Xuyun, which means that the identity of the little monk is not false, but he is his disciple.

The two warrants, complementing each other, are absolutely true and cannot be wrong.

The elder of the Taimiao Sect wanted to find some mistakes and omissions, but he couldn't see the slightest flaw, so he had no choice but to return the warrant.

"Xiao Chen, you led the crowd to make trouble in Yancheng, destroying Buddhist temples and injuring innocent pilgrims. The sin is great, and I, on the orders of my master, will arrest you and go back to atone for your sins. ”

Yanchen took the warrant, came to Xiao Chen with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Admit it or not." ”

Others only felt a little embarrassed, making such a big thing almost ruined half of Yancheng, and many people died under the eldest prince.

In the end, Xiao Chen was actually taken away by Lingyin Temple to destroy the temple and hurt the pilgrims.

It seems that he wants to sanction Xiao Chen, but in fact, he is clearly excusing him.

"Destroying the temple really shouldn't be. ”

was taken away by the ancestor of Taimiao, the ghost knows if he can come back, the little monk appeared in time, Xiao Chen naturally has no reason to refuse his favor.

Syllable!

Yanchen jumped up, slapped Xiao Chen's head violently, and said angrily: "There is no sincerity at all, you are really guilty, come with me." ”

Xiao Chen was a little stunned, and then was quickly taken away by Yanchen, leaving a stunned group of people.

"Yanchen, Yanchen...... This Dharma name sounds familiar......"

The eldest prince muttered a few words, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and after half a sound, he suddenly woke up and said, "It's him, the little demon monk with the silver knife!"

Everyone suddenly woke up, thinking of the silver rainbow light when the little monk appeared, and he was really a little demon monk with a silver knife.

"Ancestor, there may be deception in this. That little demon monk with a silver knife is notorious and not popular in the temple, how could the abbot give him such an important matter. ”

The eldest prince Wang Fei's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

The ancestor of Taimiao reacted and looked around, but where were Xiao Chen and the little monk.

Outside the city.

Bang Bang Bang!

Xiao Chen kept patting the little monk's smooth head, and said softly: "You guy, no big or small, actually beat the eldest brother in public." ”

"It hurts, it hurts, big brother, don't fight. ”

The little monk covered his head with both hands, dodged left and right, and kept screaming in pain.

Xiao Chen withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice: "Your warrant should be fake, look at the way you are in such a hurry to leave." ”

Yanchen said with a smile: "The warrant is true, but I broke it blindly for destroying the temple and hurting the pilgrims." Shizun just wants to see you, let me invite you to come here, before I went down the mountain, I didn't know that you had caused such a big disaster, so I could only take you away for a reason. ”

Xiao Chen smiled dumbly: "You are quite smart, let's go, Lingyin Temple, I also want to take a look." ”

Lingyin Temple, the first holy place of Buddhism, dominates Buddhism in the world, and Xiao Chen has a relationship with the Buddha. Especially when he cultivates the Maya Breaking Sword, he is still a Buddhist forbidden technique, and he may be able to make a breakthrough in Lingyin Temple.

The two didn't dare to stay too long, and quickly rushed to the Vulture Mountain outside the imperial capital Yan City.

On the Eagle Mountain, there are many temples, the Buddha light is overflowing, and the pilgrims are endless, all of which are magnificent temples.

Even if there was such a big turmoil in the imperial capital Yancheng just now, there was still a steady stream of pilgrims at this moment.

Among them, there are not only ordinary mortals, but also martial artists whose cultivation is uneven, and there are both masters and weak people.

All living beings are different, but the only thing that is the same is the devout heart of Buddha.

At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Chen looked at this holy mountain from afar, and felt the strong and deep power of faith, contained in the mountain.

That is a kind of ocean, as vast as the ocean, inheriting countless opportunities.

A steady stream of pilgrims, the accumulated power of faith, the Buddha accepted the power of faith, and enjoyed the incense. And then it is transmitted to the believers, forming an orderly cycle, and so on, accumulating.

As a result, the scene Xiao Chen saw now was huge and unpredictable.

The sea of faith condensed by the incense, deep in it, felt as weak and small as ants.

Of course, ordinary people can't feel the subtlety.

Their intuitive feeling is that the Buddha's light is blessed, and the body and mind are peaceful, so that they are more pious.

Along the mountain road, walk for a while, you can see many temples along the way, hidden between the mountains and forests, the incense is prosperous, and the Buddha light is rich.

Let this vulture mountain, as if completely bathed in the light of the Buddha, walking in it, there is a wonderful feeling of ascending to the place of bliss.

On the top of that mountain, the huge golden body of the Buddha of the Buddha

Behind the Buddha, there are Bodhisattvas and Arhats, looming, all of them are sacred and cannot be blasphemed.

"I heard that Lingyin Temple, not between these mountains, mortals can't find it when they walk through the mountains. Is it in the Buddha's light?"

Xiao Chen guessed that the Lingyin Temple might exist in the secret realm of Buddha Light behind the Buddha of Jiaye, and it required certain identities to enter.

"Big brother, you really guessed wrong. Lingyin Temple, not behind the Nakya Buddha, does not exist in any secret realm, it is between the mountains and forests, come with me!"

The little monk smiled mysteriously and led Xiao Chen into a secluded path, although the road was hidden, it could be discovered if he was careful.

The mountain trail, in disrepair, looks like it's been around for many years.

On the mountain avenue, even though the sky is dark, it is still as bright as the sun under the light of the Buddha.

Entering this ancient path, it is like entering another world immediately, cold and remote, but it seems more real.

Beside the deserted ancient road, green pine trees are planted, moving slightly in the wind.

The white moonlight, somewhat misty, sprinkled on the path, and other than that, there was no other illuminated sight.

Xiao Chen experienced a mysterious artistic conception, but he wondered in his heart, could it be that Lingyin Temple was at the end of this ancient road.

If it is, it's a bit rudimentary.

Although this place is remote, if believers have the heart to find it, they can definitely find it. Because there is no phantom array, it is not a secret realm, it is a simple green pine ancient road.

When I was in doubt, there was a dark fragrance floating, and it came faintly.

Looking up, a rather ordinary old temple appeared ten miles ahead.

There are several laurel trees planted in front of the temple, and under the white moonlight, the osmanthus flowers seem to be bathed in a faint ribbon.

Ten miles away, Xiao Chen could clearly see with the naked eye that the words Lingyin Temple were written on the temple door.

"It's really Lingyin Temple!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he muttered to himself, a little incredulous.

"The green pine is on the ancient road, and the white moon is full of cold mountains. The winding path leads to the secluded place, which is the Lingyin Temple. ”

A soft groan suddenly sounded behind him, Xiao Chen turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man holding a folding fan and wearing a long sword at his waist. The dragon walks and walks with tigers, the instrument is extraordinary, and the emperor's breath is hidden between the eyebrows, slowly coming, but a free pressure of mountains and seas hits.

The person who came did not deliberately hide this general trend, and just when Xiao Chen was about to secretly use Long Wei to resist, he found that the general trend had silently wrapped him in it.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable, but was unusually harmonious, as if he was in this general situation.

"Young man, there is no doubt that this is the real Lingyin Temple. ”

With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, the visitor shook off the folding fan and said softly.

Xiao Chen said cautiously: "Which master of the royal family is Your Excellency?"

The strength is unfathomable, and the imperial power on his body is much higher than that of many princes. Xiao Chen had just made trouble in Yancheng and had entanglements with the people in the royal family, and when he suddenly saw the masters of the royal family, he was inevitably cautious.

"Who are you? Is it Xiao Chen of the Heavenly Alliance, or Xiao Chen of the Dragon Clan, or is it just Xiao Chen, a swordsman who is angry at the crown for the sake of his nephew?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and did not answer the rhetorical question.

Taking advantage of Xiao Chen's hesitation, he said with a smile: "So don't care who I am, you and I are just pilgrims going to Lingyin Temple." ”

After that, without waiting for Xiao Chen to answer, he walked straight to the temple.

Looking at this person's back, Xiao Chen muttered: "It's so strong, it gives people the feeling that it is completely invincible." ”

"Nonsense, isn't it? he is the Yan Emperor of the Dynasty, and in the realm of the Yan Wu Dynasty, the Void God is not necessarily his opponent, let alone the eldest brother. ”

The little monk said disdainfully on the side.

Xiao Chen was taken aback, and then it suddenly sounded, the sword on the man's waist was exactly the same as the Yanhuang Sword that appeared in the Qianjin Tower.