In July, in the summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the sky is already bright at five o'clock in the morning.

At this point in time, the streets of the city are sparsely populated by pedestrians and few vehicles, and only sanitation workers sweeping the floors have been cleaning the streets early and cleaning up the leaves.

At this time, the villages and towns living near the Lingyan Temple heard a melodious and loud bell, which surprised those who heard it.

Lingyan Temple is built with a bell tower, but it rarely rings, generally only major festivals, or some distinguished guests come, will ring this bell.

According to the importance of the guests, the number of bells to be rung is also different.

Whether in Buddhism or Taoism, nine is the extreme, ninety-nine is one, generally only the host or abbot from other temples can enjoy the specifications of nine greetings.

But now, the Lingyan Temple on Lingyan Mountain has struck nine bells, indicating that a distinguished guest has come to Lingyan Temple today.

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On the top of Lingyan Mountain, outside Lingyan Temple, a young man wearing a light plain silk shirt and silk pants, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, his right hand behind his back, and wearing cloth shoes with black cloth on a white background under his feet, is standing under the camphor tree in the square outside the door.

The man looked up at the plaque hanging on the temple gate, "Lingyan Temple" three gold-sprinkled big characters dragon flying phoenix dance, although there was no seal and name, but it can still be seen that these three words in the penmanship, has reached a certain realm, even if it is more deceased, or the current existing calligraphy masters, it is not weak at all.

The man looked at the plaque and was silent for a long time, as if he was appreciating the flavor contained in these three words.

He has short hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, handsome and chic, and a unique temperament on his body.

He stood outside the temple gate like this, listening to the ripples of the bell sweeping through the air, until he reached the number of extreme nine, and then he took a step and walked towards the temple gate.

As soon as he stood still, there was peace around him, and it seemed that even the wind around him had become calm and no longer stirring.

And now, as soon as he moved, the air around him was still stable, but his steps were not fast or slow, neither long nor short, as if with some kind of rhythm, and the feet fell gently, but the fallen leaves on the ground around him, and the air everywhere around him, began to jump with this rhythm.

He walked slowly, as if he was walking slowly, and the two middle-aged monks who were standing on both sides of the temple gate to greet him had just folded their hands and bowed their heads, and the people were no longer in front of them, and they entered the temple.

When he looked up again, he searched for the figure in confusion, but saw that the other party had already gone to the third floor.

Although Lingyan Temple does not have a very tall building, it is built on a terrace-like platform with the ancient temple on the top of the mountain as the center, so there are layers of layers.

In order to facilitate the positioning of the name, the monks in the temple are called according to the level.

Starting from the square outside the temple gate, to the front of the ancient temple gate in the most center, it is divided into nine layers, which exactly corresponds to the number of the extremely nine.

The young man quickly ascended to the third floor in the blink of an eye, and then, without stopping, still stepping forward step by step, neither fast nor slow.

Each step fell, as if it were hitting the surface of a drum, stirring the air and shaking the dust and gravel on the ground.

As he went up, the area affected became larger, and some of the closer buildings could even hear a creaking sound, and a tile on the edge of the roof, as if it could not withstand the vibration, fell down, and smashed into pieces on the ground.

There are also some monks who are closer, after being affected, they also feel uncomfortable in their chests, and a breath of qi is condensed in their chests, not up or down, almost making people unable to breathe.

Standing outside the house, Jingshi, the presiding abbot of Lingyan Temple, was also watching the young man go up the mountain, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh in his heart.

For him, he was a little dislike of this Buddha who can represent the entire Buddhism today, because many times, he felt that this Buddha Zi's approach to acting was a little too ostentatious.

You must know that the last time this Buddha Azi came to Lingyan Temple, it was only five years ago, at that time, the Buddha Azi was younger than now, just in his early twenties, and now, he has reached the age of twenty-five, but in terms of his style, he did not make Jingshi feel any improvement.

However, this style of acting is not a big deal after all, if you put it aside, the current Buddha Azi is still among the Buddhists, the most outstanding among the younger generation, and the person who is expected to obtain positive results can afford the name of Buddha Azi, which is also where Jingshi is entangled.

With the passage of time, the Buddha Azi rose higher and higher, and the scope of the vibration became larger and larger, and when he was about to approach the gate of the ancient temple, he could almost perceive that the entire Lingyan Mountain Lingyan Temple seemed to be trembling slightly with the rhythm under his feet.

How to shake a mountain with the power of one person? In fact, this is just the effect caused by the Buddha Azi with the help of the power of the spiritual rock rhyme and a little use.

Five years ago, Buddha Azi had already used such a method once, but that time, his cultivation was not enough, and when he arrived in front of the ancient temple, not only did he fall short, but he was even almost affected by the rhythm of the stone rhyme.

And now, five years have passed, and the Buddha is even more powerful than five years ago, if you look at the current situation, he should be able to come to the gate of the ancient temple under this kind of rhyme, which is equivalent to his success.

However, if it succeeds, what can it be? If Shi Yun could be made so easily break through the stone, this spiritual rock would not have been enshrined in the ancient temple for hundreds of years, and it had never been obtained.

For hundreds of years, there are so many strange people in the world, and outstanding people are like carp crossing the river, why are they weaker than Buddha Azi?

Jingshi has always felt that if you want to obtain stone rhyme, it is impossible to succeed by brute force, and you still have to use wisdom to achieve it.

However, everyone has their own thoughts, and Jingshi feels that brute force is not enough, but in Buddha Azi, maybe he thinks that brute force can also have an effect, right?

Buddha Azi climbed higher and higher, and finally stood in front of the gate of the ancient temple, and then fell the last step.

As if the final word had been reached, the whole mountain seemed to shake as if it had been taken down, spreading from the top to the bottom of the mountain, startling a burst of birds and fleeing in all directions.

Looking at the Lingyan in the ancient temple, which was still sitting like a rock, the young man who had been smiling all the time finally frowned slightly and sighed softly.

Although he successfully stimulated Shi Yun's rhythm, and used it to stimulate the earth, and then used the power of the earth to attack the spirit rock, wanting to make Shi Yun break through the stone, but now, not to mention the gaps in the huge rock, even the dust accumulated on it did not fall a trace, which is enough to show that what he did was wrong.

It also shows that he failed again.