After Xie Zhenghong followed and recited the "Dizang Bodhisattva Sutra", he followed the monk in front of him motionlessly to become a wooden monk. It's better to be still than to be still, and in this kind of situation, it's better to be honest.

"Old friend, you seem to have something on your mind?" The transcendence ritual had been successful, and the weight of the white jade bottle had become significantly lighter. There are countless heavy debts on the ghost, and before it is exceeded, the white jade bottle is almost heavier than a hundred catties. Now that the excess is over, the long eyebrows should be happy.

"Since you asked me, there is nothing bad to say about the poor road." The long-eyebrow Taoist looked very sad, and people couldn't help but feel that his hair and eyebrows were all whitened by himself, "Now there is no distinction between people and ghosts in this world, and there have been wars for many years, and it is better to say that the ghosts are wronged, at least the poor Dao can still ask you to help you spend one or two." But now, those demons and monsters who have been cultivating for many years have also been born. On the way to here, Poor Dao saw that a small town was empty, the demonic spirit was pervasive, and the world was difficult. It's just that none of the children in my Taoist temple have learned anything, and they will ...... in the future Alas. ”

"Amitabha." The host seemed to feel the same way, he quietly looked at the monks present, and finally stopped his eyes on Xie Zhenghong.

Seeing this, the other monks couldn't help but put their eyes on Xie Zhenghong.

"Wisdom, come up." The host beckoned.

"Yes." Although Xie Zhenghong didn't know the reason, he still stepped forward respectfully.

"Wisdom, from today onwards, you are the closed disciple of Lao Gao." The host took Xie Zhenghong's hand and brought it to the elder of Changmei, "Old friend, you might as well calculate for the poor monk and wisdom his future achievements." "The huge Jinsha Temple, he can't find a second person who has the ability to protect the entire temple. The short period of quiet life is also coming to an end, and the cultivation of the Changmei Taoist is already one of the best in their country, but it is also a pity that no one inherits the Taoist temple.

The host took the opportunity to bring wisdom and cross a clear path.

"Good, good!" The long-eyed Taoist looked at Xie Zhenghong quietly, and said three times in a row, "Miaoji, old friend, your Jinsha Temple may be able to keep it." ”

The host smiled slightly, "Then I'll borrow your auspicious words." He turned his head and looked at Xie Zhenghong again, "Don't live up to your talent." ”

"Yes."

The host and the elder elder of Changmei chatted eloquently, but Xie Zhenghong felt a malicious gaze.

Xie Zhenghong hurriedly turned his head, but he didn't find anything.

For the time being, this wise monk should be the core figure of the Palm Buddha Kingdom, in other words, it is very likely to be the Dharma name of the Mingxin Zen Master in the world. The demons of the troubled times, the temples that know a little about the inheritance of Buddhism, and the inexplicable appearance of the transcendent scene all give people a hint of crumbling.

It's just that if the role he plays now is Mingxin Zen Master, then the next thing he will face is probably the joint attack of those foreign monks.

Is this good luck or bad luck?

Or is his body not a Mingxin Zen master at all?

Xie Zhenghong thought about it for a long time to no avail, so he had to continue to change the scene.

In the evening, Xie Zhenghong was led by several small novices to the host's room.

"Wisdom, I know that you like tranquility and don't like to fight, and you are young, I am afraid that it will be difficult to convince the people in the temple. It's just that you are the only person in my temple who has dual spiritual roots, and apart from you, there is no one to learn the Dharma in our Jinsha Temple. Alas, I hope you don't blame me in the future. ”

The host chattered and said, it turned out that their Jinsha Temple was also a member of the Xiuzhen Sect, but time has passed, this small country has almost no spiritual energy, and there is no one in ten thousand people with spiritual roots. Inheritance is becoming more and more precarious. Almost every presiding officer of Jinsha Temple is a person with spiritual roots, most of them are four spiritual roots and five spiritual roots, and they will have a little shallow spells, and they will build a foundation if they cultivate to support death. Jinsha Temple once tested their spiritual roots when they adopted orphans, perhaps because the troubled times are coming, and the spiritual energy of these years is more than before, and there are a lot more people with spiritual roots. Many of the younger generation of disciples in the temple almost all have spiritual roots. But in addition to wisdom, almost all of them are four spiritual roots and five spiritual roots. Cultivating those Dharma decisions is only a little stronger than ordinary monks.

If the world is safe, if you practice for another forty or fifty years, with the help of the function of "Zhuji Dan" that has been handed down, you may also be able to produce a host. But the time was too late, and the host had to accept the wisdom as a disciple and use the accumulated spirit stone pills to make offerings, hoping that the wisdom would build a foundation as soon as possible, so that it might be able to keep the party safe.

When the scene changed again, Xie Zhenghong had become a monk about thirty years old, and became the host of this Jinsha Temple, cultivating to build the foundation. And the brothers who spent the soul with him at the beginning are now only three or four. There are only about 100 monks up and down Jinsha Temple up and down until now. It's very different from the heyday of the one who just came in.

Luckily, Xue Ren and Huang Ying are still alive and have become the henchmen of the wisdom host.

As everyone knows, outside the relict mansion, many monks have righteous faces and thick necks, and they are scolding when they don't even have their demeanor.

"Ge Laozi, just go in and chant a sutra and throw me out, play with me!"

"You're chanting, so I went in and picked up a few jars of water, and somehow I died and was thrown out."

"It seems that all those Buddhist cultivators have been left behind."

"No, look there, there are obviously a few people who are not good at cultivating in the Jindan period. The Blood Demon Hand hasn't come out yet, so it's all a matter of luck. ”

"It seems that this relic mansion has nothing to do with me, so I'd better go to the secret realm and find other things. In the future, no one will look for me in this kind of Buddha Cultivation Mansion! ”

"Fellow Daoist, please stay, I will leave with you."

"Exactly."

In the Buddha country, Xie Zhenghong, Xue Ren, Huang Ying and others are discussing.

"It seems that Wendaoyou, this body of yours is the Mingxin Zen Master. Did you find anything? Xue Ren asked, "I guess in the end, except for you, all of us will die." "When Zen Master Mingxin appeared in the cultivation realm, he was alone, and if there were other fellow disciples and brothers alive, it would be impossible not to bring them with him.

"Nope. The poor monk originally thought that when he took over as the presiding officer, he would leave something behind, but there was nothing else but the presiding robe. Xie Zhenghong shook his head, he originally thought that he would get some clues, but there was nothing. He couldn't help but be a little suspicious, could it be that Zen Master Mingxin was not wisdom, but someone else?

"Mingxin Zen Master seems to be a single spiritual root." Huang Ying was silent for a long time before she said slowly, "But Xue Ren and I observed the rest of the monks, and there were few of them who practiced qi at the seventh or eighth level. If it was a single spirit root, it would not be possible to be so slow. In such a place, the spell of concealing cultivation can be more valuable than that of the abbot of this temple. In other words, the person most likely to be a Mingxin Zen master in this Jinsha Temple is wisdom.

"It's not impossible for a twin spirit root to become a single spirit root. If Zen Master Mingxin can cultivate to such a realm, there must be a lot of adventures. Xue Ren didn't think there was anything strange about this matter, "The monks in Jinsha Temple now should all be played by us monks, but we don't know who is who." ”

"But here, our cultivation has been sealed, even if we know who is who, it's useless."

The three of them did not discuss a result, so they had to go back separately.

Xie Zhenghong's recent life has also been a little rough.

It seemed that someone in the temple finally couldn't resist and began to test him. Although his cultivation in the temple is the highest, for these monks who have lived for an unknown number of years, it is not difficult to use the cultivation of the Qi cultivation period to kill the monks of the foundation building period. They had been in this Palm Buddha Nation for several years, and even if the speed of time was different, the patience of some monks was gradually exhausted.

At the same time, the monks in the temple began to die one by one.

Some of them were bitten by demon beasts, and some of them were not even complete corpses.

Whether it was true or not, people in the temple began to panic.

I finally stayed until now, if I can't get anything back, wouldn't it be a trip in vain? And they weren't sure what would happen to them as monks if they died in this Palm Buddha Kingdom.

Xie Zhenghong ordered several monks to live in one room, and set up several formations near the temple, but it still failed to prevent the death of the people in the temple. Even Zhishen, played by Huang Ying, was found dead in his room.

Xie Zhenghong finally appeased the angry Xue Ren, but he also began to feel a little headache.

This was obviously not done by outsiders, but by the monks in this temple.

However, everyone is limited by the cultivation of the Qi cultivation period, and it should be impossible for him to kill these monks without hiding from him during the foundation building period.

The most helpless thing is that some people in Jinsha Temple began to say that the deaths of these monks were all done by Xie Zhenghong, the host, and the wisdom was practicing magic skills, and using them monks as an introduction. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Xie Zhenghong, who had the highest cultivation, did not find the slightest clue.

Wisdom is presiding over on the surface, although these rumors have spread, but most people don't believe it.

However, at this moment, all the monks and Xie Zhenghong in the temple are only thirty people left. Believing it or not believing it doesn't really make much difference.

At night, when Xie Zhenghong was chanting scriptures in the room, he suddenly noticed a little abnormality.

The entire Jinsha Temple was shrouded in flames, thick smoke billowed out, and when Xie Zhenghong pushed the door open, he found that no monk was fighting the fire.

It is impossible for such a big movement not to be discovered.

Xie Zhenghong suddenly turned his head to look at the incense burner in the room.

After the incense burner was replaced with a sandalwood incense, his feelings seemed to blur a lot.

Xie Zhenghong traveled all over Jinsha Temple, and finally found the root of a qiē in the main hall.

Lying on the ground was the only remaining monk of Jinsha Temple, and even Xue Ren was inside.

Only a monk with a lot of blood on his body stood there, as if waiting for Xie Zhenghong's arrival.

They seemed to have been called here to say something, but they accidentally stepped into the already prepared killing array and were killed instantly.

"Finally, there were only two of us left." The bloodied monk bent his eyebrows and eyes, and turned his head to look at Xie Zhenghong with a smile, "Wisdom, are you surprised?" ”

"Zhixin."

Xie Zhenghong had actually been a little suspicious of Zhixin before, but as the host, it was impossible for him to arbitrarily judge the good and evil of a monk by his own will without evidence.

"Hmm. The hosts used to call me Senior Brother Zhixin. Zhixin chuckled softly, "Come, sit." ”

Zhixin kicked away the body of a monk, lifted the monk's robe, and sat down on the spot.

"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you. After all, you are the last one to be enshrined in this temple, and as an agreement, I have to tell you the truth. ”

"Offerings?"

In the flash of light, Xie Zhenghong has already understood the root cause.

Is that so?

"This Jinsha Temple was not originally a temple, but my tomb." Zhixin showed a look of nostalgia on his face, "At the beginning of the establishment of Jinsha Temple, it was provoked by some demons. At that time, the host didn't know where to find a touch of my primordial god and began to worship me. In return, I handed them over some superficial spells. ”

As a contract, every host of Jinsha Temple will be counterattacked, and even if he cultivates to the foundation building period, he cannot enjoy the longevity that he should have during the foundation building period. With the gradual recovery of the primordial god, he chose a body to start withdrawing, and that was Zhixin.

Originally, according to the time, he should need some time to recover, but the troubled times are coming, the aura is chaotic, and he secretly eats a lot of demon beasts, and his injuries recover quickly. Wisdom is the root of the double spirit, and it is the best object to give up, but it is also closely watched, so I have to give up painfully.

Now that he has absorbed the soul of the monks of Jinsha Temple, and then eats the soul of wisdom, it is estimated that he will be able to pass through the teleportation array left by him before his death and go to the cultivation realm.

Xie Zhenghong could see that the person in front of him had almost reached the edge of the Jiedan, and a monk who cultivated with the help of Zhuji Dan was not his opponent at all.

What method did the original Mingxin Zen Master use to kill him?

"For the sake of your past generations of hosts who have worshiped me, I can let you kill yourself, so that you can feel better." Zhixin said leisurely, as if he was sure that Xie Zhenghong would not be able to escape.

Xie Zhenghong wanted to say something, but his body suddenly couldn't move.

"Okay."

Xie Zhenghong heard Wisdom say this, and then raised his sword and really killed himself.

……

Isn't there something wrong with this script?

Xie Zhenghong was puzzled, could it be that this Zhixin in front of him was the Mingxin Zen Master?

"It's boring." Zhixin rose from the ground and bent down as if trying to grab the soul of wisdom.

Sudden mutations.

Xie Zhenghong saw the soul of wisdom rushing into Zhixin's body.

Wait, this is going to ...... Snatching?

Xie Zhenghong is about to lose track of his wise thinking.

It is not that the monks in the foundation building period cannot take away, but they must fail. In addition to the fact that there may be a certain success rate for monks above the Yuan Infant to do this kind of thing, low-level monks going to take away this kind of thing is tantamount to looking for death.

"Look for death." Zhixin saw the revenant soul of wisdom rushing over, and opened his mouth directly, not even bothering to block it.

"How can you still see such a stupid monk?" Jishin closed his mouth and yawned. However, thinking that the monks in these temples only know some cultivation skins, and they don't know anything about the things in the cultivation realm, it seems normal that they don't know this kind of common sense.

Jishin was about to get up and leave, but his body began to be unsummoned.

"What the hell is this......" Zhixin wanted to leave, but couldn't move. Obviously, he was also a little at a loss by this accident, he had never heard of such a thing as the success of the Zhuji Monk, so something impossible could have happened to him?

Special constitution?

Xie Zhenghong suddenly thought of this possibility.

It is impossible for the foundation building monk to succeed in taking the house, but it is possible if he has a special constitution. Otherwise, it is impossible to understand why Zhixin would kill himself without resistance, because he knows that it is impossible to defeat Zhixin while alive, only when he is dead.

Xie Zhenghong watched Zhixin fall to the ground, I don't know how long it was, but when he opened his eyes again, it was no longer Zhixin, but wisdom.

"Amitabha."

With this voice, wisdom left Jinsha Temple, and Jinsha Temple also collapsed.

"From now on, the poor monk will be unforgettable."

Everyone thinks that Mingxin Zen Master is a Mingzi Dharma name, but they don't think that he, this Mingxin Zen Master, is actually imprinted in their hearts.

Zen Master Mingxin refined the memories of the mundane into the palm Buddha kingdom, trying to open the heart knot to refine the Dharma seal, but his body and soul did not match, and he made these memories into the palm Buddha kingdom, which in itself proved that he could not let go.

Since you can't do it without a clear heart, and you have a heart in your body, it seems normal to fail to impact the Law Seal.

Xie Zhenghong sighed slightly, such as the monk of the special Taoist body of Zen Master Mingxin, it is difficult to avoid this kind of tribulation.

"Reporting fate is illusory, and it cannot be forced. The movement is cold and warm, and I am ashamed of myself. When the poor monk visited the Dharma seal, he thought that he could be foolproof, but who knows that he still fell short. ”

The voice of the Zen Master of the Inscription gradually came out, but there was no one around, presumably the remnants of the time of his death, which came out after the disappearance of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand.

"The life of a poor monk is also a stolen lifespan, and since he has failed, he no longer thinks about the next life. It's just that this Dharma seal is rare, and it is a pity that the Buddha treasure is drowned here with the poor monks. With the palm of the Buddha country as a guide, waiting for the destined person. ”

It doesn't end there.

This is the ruined Jinsha Temple, which is gradually beginning to restore its original golden appearance.

The dead monks also reappeared one by one, all with smiles on their faces. And the figure of wisdom also haunted the group of monks, followed by Zhishen and Zhiqian, and several senior brothers were making an appointment to go to the mountain together.

"Probably, this is the last time the poor monk casts a spell."

A low laugh came out, and Xie Zhenghong was also excluded from this palm-hearted Buddha country.

When he woke up, he found himself still lying on the same road that he had woken up on, and the guide rat was sleeping on his chest. But Xue Ren and Huang Ying are not here, they must have been excluded from the relict mansion.

Outside the relict mansion, Xue Ren and Huang Ying were complaining with several people.

They have also been to many relics to explore dangers, and it is the first time they have encountered such an inexplicable relics.

Although it is common to return empty-handed, it is simply strange that so many people do not get anything.

"Ah Ying, haven't you come out yet?" Xue Ren asked softly.

"Not yet. I don't know what's going to happen. "A few of them died inexplicably, and they didn't even know who the murderer was. They really don't have much confidence in the possibility of Xie Zhenghong being able to go to the end.

No one noticed that there was a Buddhist monk behind them who quietly glanced at the relic for a few moments, and then slowly left.

Wen'an, this Buddha cultivation is really interesting.

Fu Zhen is in the widow of Mingxin Zen Master, and the person he plays is Zhixin. He was the first person to die in Jinsha Temple, but according to the other monks, Zhixin was the last person they saw when they died inexplicably.

Their group of monks gathered outside the Remnant Mansion to piece together a real fact. It's a pity that Fuzhen is missing, and I can't figure it out anyway.

When Xie Zhenghong came out, he was rushed up by a group of monks, and Xue Ren and Huang Ying protected Xie Zhenghong behind them, but they couldn't stop the siege of so many monks.

"I just want to think about what the hell is going on with that palm Buddha kingdom inside?"

"That's right, Poor Dao prides himself on being lucky, and he really wants to know the answer to die so inexplicably."

Everyone said a word, but they didn't have hope for the possibility of Xie Zhenghong getting the inheritance.

This relic is so inexplicable, it feels like it was made to play with them.

"Don't worry, poor monks will come together." Xie Zhenghong told the origin of the Jinsha Temple, and everyone understood when they heard the word "seizing the house".

"Then you didn't get anything?" Seeing that Xie Zhenghong said it so clearly, someone couldn't help but ask.

Xue Ren and Huang Ying were ready to leave at any time.

As soon as Xie Zhenghong wanted to speak, he saw a lot of golden light suddenly fly out from under the lake, and they fell on the hands of the monks present one by one. Others flew towards the sky, as if trying to find the monks who had left early.

"Good, good."

As long as you have stayed in the palm Buddha country, you will have the traction of divine consciousness, and it is not difficult to find people in this secret realm.

Xue Ren and Huang Ying were also smashed by this golden light, and their senses were roughly swept away, and they smiled a little happily.

The other monks were also overjoyed, and no one thought of what Xie Zhenghong had taken, so they hurriedly hid their things so as not to be killed and robbed of the treasure. It's a pity that some people run fast, while others run slowly.

One of the monks was robbed on the spot.

Then some more people began to scramble, and a few of them set their eyes on Xue Ren and the three.

"Let's go!" Xue Ren and Huang Ying each played a magic weapon and left quickly with Xie Zhenghong.

"Ah Ying, I got a pair of sulfur cloudy silkworm gloves, haha, good luck. Lao Tzu can finally dig up Yuanying empty-handed in the future, it's disgusting to death. Xue Ren smiled happily. Although he is nicknamed the Blood Demon Hand, he really doesn't like to be empty-handed at all. It's just that the exercises he practices are so powerful that ordinary magic gloves can't withstand the force of his blow at all. No matter how wasteful he was, he couldn't change his gloves once he hit.

"Well, I also got a Nine-Turn Pure Heart Pill, which can eliminate the demonic energy on my body." Huang Ying replied with some joy, the Nine Turns Pure Heart Pill is also rare in Buddhism, and only those high-ranking monks have a few. I didn't expect Mingxin Zen Master to have it, and he gave it to him. I'm afraid that everyone who goes into the palace this time will get what they need.

But it's normal to think about it, and the monk who caught up with the opening of the Relic Mansion for the first time would definitely not dare to say anything even if he got something.

"By the way, Xie Daoyou, why didn't your things ......" Xue Ren turned his head to look at Xie Zhenghong and asked.

"Get out of the way!" Huang Ying hurriedly shouted, and Xue Ren subconsciously squatted down, which could be avoided.

Xie Zhenghong had a premonition that it was wrong, and he instinctively wanted to hide, but a golden □□ flew towards his forehead menacingly and smashed it hard.

…… What a familiar feeling!