In the early morning, the secret realm of Buddhism is extraordinarily quiet, only the curling bell rings in the air, giving people an extraordinarily peaceful feeling.

Xiaoleiyin Temple is located in a continuous group of mountains, red bricks and blue tiles, towering clouds, the momentum is extraordinarily magnificent.

The golden sunlight fell from the sky, shining on the glass-like tiles of the Little Lei Yin Temple, reflecting thousands of green rays.

Zhang Dong, who was disguised as a monk, flew from the sky, slowly landed in front of the gate of Xiaoleiyin Temple, and after a little look, he said to the two little novices guarding the door: "Amitabha, I am the master of the Hongliu Temple......

Before Zhang Dong's words were finished, one of the little novices hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, this temple is now full, and I won't accept any monks from the traveling side, please go to another temple." ”

"I'm not a monk from Youfang, I'm the junior brother of Master Wuzhen, and I'm looking for my senior brother if I have something." Zhang Dong said with a smile.

He had already inquired clearly, because there was one more Su Daji in the Little Lei Yin Temple, which was charming and extremely attractive, it was very suitable for refining the monk's soul and cultivating the monk, so the nearby monks were flocking to it, and soon the Little Lei Yin Temple was overcrowded, and it was really not easy for him to get in.

However, he has a monitor, although he can't monitor it in this time and space, but he can query the previous information, so after he checked carefully, he found that there was a monk named Wuzhen, who had become a monk in Hongliu Temple, and after cultivating to the level of the Bubble Girl Patriarch, he came to Xiaoleiyin Temple and made a warehouse, and his subordinates also managed dozens of warehouse heads and supervisors.

Wu Zhen hadn't been back to Hongliu Temple for hundreds of years, and he wasn't too clear about the situation of his brothers and sisters. It is the good object he is pretending, and the monk he is pretending to be named Bujie used to have a good relationship with Wu Zhen, and he also happened to cultivate to the peak of the ninth level of the Pickle Girl Master, which is the same as his realm.

If he hadn't obtained the baby Variety Mask that had been shaved for him, he really couldn't pretend to be a master of non-ringing, because Wu Zhen had now cultivated to the second level of the Bubble Girl Patriarch, and his eyes were like a torch, if Zhang Dongyun's true qi was easy to face, then Wu Zhen would definitely be able to see it at a glance.

The Variety Mask is indeed strange, making Zhang Dong exactly like the Master of Bujie, and even the eagle feather on his head has shrunk to the size of a hair, more than a millimeter long, and retracted under the scalp.

"Wait a minute." After a little novice finished speaking, he quickly went in to report.

After a while, Master Wuzhen, who was wearing a red robe, strode out, and when he saw Zhang Dong, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he said affectionately: "Senior brother, I didn't expect it to be you." ”

"Senior brother, I miss you." Zhang Dong hurriedly greeted him and looked at Wuzhen with excited eyes.

Wu Zhen happily invited Zhang Dong in, came to his room, sat on the futon with Zhang Dong, he also sat down opposite, chatted with Zhang Dong for a long time, did not see that Zhang Dong was a fake, and finally said: "Senior brother, you suddenly came to me, is there something wrong?" ”

"Senior brother, you are really as wise as a torch, I do have something to do with you, I heard that there is a peerless beauty Su Daji in Xiaoleiyin Temple, which is the most suitable for refining our hearts and improving our cultivation, so I want to cultivate here for a period of time and break through to the level of the Bubble Girl Patriarch in one breath." Zhang Dong said softly, "However, I heard that Xiaoleiyin Temple is full and no longer accepts foreign monks, so I want to ask my senior brother for help." ”

"Haha......" Wu Zhen laughed, "It's so easy to break through to the Pickle Girl Patriarch, you don't have to hope too much, but the matter of your cultivation in Xiaoleiyin Temple is wrapped up in me." ”

"Thank you, brother, thank you." Zhang Dong hurriedly said gratefully.

"Thanks for what? For the senior brother, this is a trivial matter. Wuzhen smiled and said, "Every day from eight to ten o'clock in the morning and from seven to nine o'clock in the evening, you can go to the practice square to meditate, at that time, Su Daji will appear, but you must be careful and guard your heart, don't get lost, that demon girl is too beautiful, it is too easy for people to get lost." ”

"Senior brother, don't worry......" Zhang Dong swore and promised.

So Wuzhen arranged a room for Zhang Dong, which was extraordinarily luxurious and quiet, with three bedrooms and one living room, one qiē with complete facilities, and outside the window was the big square for practice.

When Gojin walked out the door, it was eight o'clock.

Zhang Dong did not go to the practice square to meditate, but stood behind the window, staring at the window to observe the situation in the practice square, he did not come here to practice, but to save Daji, to find out the situation, and to formulate a strategy to save people is what he has to do at present.

Many monks entered the square from all directions, and lotus flowers emerged from under their feet, and then they sat cross-legged on the lotus, looking at their noses and noses, and their hearts and minds, motionless, turning into clay sculptures and wood carvings, as if they had no life.

In less than ten minutes, the square was full of lotus flowers, and on each lotus flower sat a monk sitting cross-legged, and there was almost no spare place, and the number of monks was at least 100,000.

The scene was truly spectacular.

What made Zhang Dong secretly feel strange was that these monks were all cultivators at the level of pickle girls, and they didn't see a monk who was the ancestor of pickle girls.

Perhaps, the monk of the Patriarch will not come to the square to meditate.

If that's the case, then saving people is much easier.

Zhang Dong muttered in his heart, and looked at it without blinking.

"Boom ......"

A thunderous sound came from the square, and a golden pagoda rose from the center of the square, emitting ten thousand rui qi, radiating ten thousand golden lights, and also exuding a thick coercion.

In a few breaths, this pagoda rises about fifteen meters above the ground, with only three floors, and the top layer is actually transparent, and from the outside, you can see the inside at a glance.

A beautiful woman is sitting behind a guqin in a graceful posture.

What kind of woman is this?

Half of her hair was tied up like a cloud on top of her head, tied up with a kind of hair ring inlaid with pearls, and half floated behind her, like a black waterfall.

A pearl necklace was worn in her hair, and a yellow round pendant was attached to the middle of her forehead.

Under a pair of delicate and elegant willow eyebrows, there are a pair of big black and shiny eyes, black and white, and the light can be seen.

Under the white jade-like nose bridge, there is a pair of lips smaller than cherries, tightly pursed together.

The duck egg face is white and delicate, and the outline is beautiful to the extreme.

Wearing a yellow sleeveless long skirt and a coat with yellow flowers on a red background, but it was not buttoned, exposing the snow-white fragrant shoulders and the collarbone that felt extremely sexual, and also exposed the towering full and straight breasts, which shimmered brightly under the light of jewelry.

She slowly raised her head, her beautiful eyes shot a seductive light, and she looked at the square with bright eyes, which immediately made countless monks squirt nosebleeds wildly, crumbling, and hurriedly knocked on the wooden fish and chanted Amitabha.

(The second more is delivered, asking for a monthly pass and a red ticket.) ）

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