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Jewels, resplendent gold!!

After the gate is a large hall, the main hall is extremely spacious, for the Buddhas in the sky. Those Buddha statues are shining with golden light, exuding infinite majesty, as if inspired.

Naturally, it can't be made of gold, and I don't know what kind of precious material it was written from.

"This Buddha statue is so lifelike that it is almost like coming to life."

Tang Xian secretly praised, hurriedly collected his mind, every time he looked at it, Tang Xian felt that those Buddha statues were also looking at him, very weird.

In his consciousness, the little silkworm sneered and said, "What seems to come to life, this is alive!" ”

"What? Is this alive? ”

Tang Xian opened his mouth in disbelief, and couldn't help but look around, but he still couldn't see anything unusual.

"Hehe, nature is alive." Xiao Silkworm said with a little envy, "These Buddha statues are actually Yuan Ling ,,, placed here, tsk, maybe it is to absorb the power of incense and refine the golden body!" ”

"Absorb the power of incense? This formless and insubstantial thing can also be absorbed? Tang Xian was more and more shocked, and he didn't dare to look more, for fear that after a few more glances at these Buddhas, he would jump up and give himself a head start.

Xiao Silkworm patiently explained: "Why can't you absorb it, just like that Lingbao Zhenren, his forbidden rat spirit can improve his cultivation and temper his body by studying the treasure forbidden." ”

"This Bolan Temple really deserves to be one of the top ten sects, such exercises, tsk, are you afraid that you will not succeed?"

"It's terrifying!"

Tang Xian was deeply shocked in his heart.

I vaguely remember that when I heard that the Yuan Spirit of the Lingbao real person could improve his cultivation by studying the Little Treasure Forbidden, he was shocked, and now I have met this Yuan Ling who can absorb the power of incense and fire!!

Compared with the two, the judgment is high, after all, Xiaobao Ban is not as good as incense and mental power.

"This Bolan temple was built in such an inaccessible place, how could anyone come to worship incense?"

Tang Xian couldn't help but think of this question again, but he didn't say much, and still followed the black-robed old man towards the inside.

It was dark, but it was like day in the temple.

There is an oil cylinder every ten meters, and the wick the thickness of the child's arm exudes infinite light.

The light shines warmly on people's bodies, and they feel comfortable for a while, and they actually want to sleep with this soft light.

"Isn't it good, it has the effect of confusing people's hearts?"

Tang Xian hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, condensed his mind, and forcibly suppressed the tiredness.

Xun Bin was also on the way, his eyes were confused, and then his hand was tightly tied into his thigh in the shape of a knife, and blood was pooled.

"It's ruthless!"

Tang Xian couldn't help but become more and more vigilant against Xun Bin.

The black-robed old man walked in front of him, not knowing how to speak, but he took in the performance of the two, nodded, and didn't say much.

As he continued to walk forward, the light became thicker and thicker, and there was a bald little monk carrying a small oil drum in his hand, filling the oil cylinders.

Boo, boo.

The sesame oil was put into the tank, and the small barrel filled one oil cylinder after another, but it still did not mean to be exhausted, it was actually a space magic weapon!

"Actually adding oil to the magic weapon of space,,, this Bolan Temple is really rich and unparalleled!"

Tang Xian shook his head secretly.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Tang Xian lowered his head, and did not look around, but honestly followed the black-robed old man.

The Sanskrit sound bursts, the golden light is shining, the more you go, the more brilliant it is, the more you go.

Tang Xian didn't dare to look at it more, for fear that it would be as weird as the Buddha statue or an oil lamp, and it would not be good to accidentally catch the way.

There was no word for a while, only the footsteps of the three people walked in bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the speed was not slow.

"There wasn't a single person along the way!"

Tang Xian was secretly puzzled, but he was not easy to ask.

After a while, the old man in the black robe held his footsteps, and Tang Xian looked around, and it turned out that he was in the courtyard of another courtyard.

"You two will rest here tonight, and the trial will begin tomorrow."

After speaking, the old man in the black robe would not walk away.

Xun Bin bowed and saluted, waited flatteringly for the sound of the old man in the black robe to disappear, straightened his waist, glanced at Tang Xian, and looked for a good room to rest.

Tang Xian didn't bother to pay attention to it, and got into the wing room on the right.

Inside, the décor is luxurious.

Pear blossom table, sandalwood chairs, musk light burning, light but refreshing.

I don't know what kind of beast's fur is spread on the ground as a carpet, and it is very soft when you step on it.

Brocade tent carved bed, fragrant silkworm embroidered quilt.

It's so rich and compelling!

"Bolan Temple, I thought it was the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, pickled vegetables and tofu."

Tang Xian shook his head and threw himself on the bed, showing exhaustion.

After three sleepless flights, although Tang Xian's body did not feel the slightest, he was still a little tired in his heart.

Resting at sunset, this is Tang Xian's habit for more than ten years, and it is not so easy to change.

"This bed is really comfortable."

Tang Xian arched his body, only feeling a burst of comfort.

"I don't know what tomorrow's trial will be like."

Tang Xian thought about it, and thought about what he had seen and heard today, and a wave of doubts came to his heart.

The cheesy Bolan temple building, the strange Buddha spirit that absorbs incense, the oil lamp that can confuse people's minds, and the little monk who adds oil.

Everything seems so weird.

Far from being quiet and peaceful as Tang Xian imagined, the entire Bolan Temple was murderous and weird everywhere.

"Isn't that what I like, though?"

Tang Xian grinned.

Yes, this is exactly the environment that Tang Xian likes.

If it is really a green lantern ancient Buddha, if you can only eat fasting and chant Buddha every day, although Tang Xian will not be disgusted, he will definitely not like it.

But the current situation, although it surprised Tang Xian, also made Tang Xian secretly happy.

The musk in the wing room burned lightly, and the window showed a gentle light, and Tang Xian's tiredness welled up in his heart.

"Ah, it's time for a good night's sleep, too."

Tang Xian stretched his waist, his bones crackled, and he was about to fall asleep, but he hurriedly collected his mind.

"No, with my physical strength, although I am mentally tired, I am not sleepy to this extent!"

Tang Xian slapped his head, secretly vigilant.

"Boy, did you finally notice something wrong?"

In his consciousness, the little silkworm said with satisfaction: "It's okay that the ancestor hasn't cultivated you in vain for so long, but it's a little progressive." ”

Tang Xian didn't care about the silkworm's habitual cynicism, but secretly thought to himself: "What's wrong?" ”

Doubtful and vigilant in his heart, Tang Xian didn't dare to rest, so he hurriedly got up, pushed open the window, and secretly carried his vitality to cultivate.

The little silkworm didn't say much, and fell silent.

The night is getting heavier and heavier. Oil lamps, getting brighter and brighter.

When the moon hangs high in the sky, the whole Bolan Temple is lively.

The Sanskrit sound was great, and there were bursts of singing music.

Tang Xian suddenly opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"It turns out that the trial has already begun."