Walking into the gate, there is a majestic platform, Meng Li looked at this high platform more than 40 meters long, more than 30 meters wide, and about 6 meters high, and narrowed his eyes.

The high platform inlaid by the blue bricks, has the distinctive characteristics of the simple and atmospheric building, the base of the platform is carved with the image of various Buddha statues in the world, or crazy or upside down, the life seems to be full of all kinds of things, the pavilion on the platform flies and picks the corners, the four pillars stand upright, it is magnificent.

"Donor, this is the place where these lazy monks in our temple preach and translate the scriptures in the middle of summer~!"

Seeing Meng Li staring at this somewhat imposing platform, the abbot next to him said softly.

"Hmm~!"

Meng Li, who lowered his head and answered, thought that as the king of a country, he didn't dare to build a platform in the palace to escape the summer, these monks actually dared, did they have the goods in their hands and were not panicked or arrogant and conceited?

"Donor, please go this way~!"

After bypassing the Qingliang platform, the old monk pointed to an arch on the side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and pleaded.

"Please~!"

After passing through the arch, Meng Li's eyes narrowed again, because he saw a building that was really a little shocked-Qiyun Pagoda~!

I don't know just now because of the problem of perspective or because of the misty problem on the mountain, Meng Li has not seen this pagoda that is unexpectedly high, Qi Yun, Qi Yun, looking at this towering pagoda that has not entered the clouds, Meng Li is worried for a while, this

What was the purpose of the monks in building this pagoda?

Are they just for some glory? But it's not, after all, this place is not open to outsiders.

Thinking about the 25-meter-high White Horse Temple in my previous life. The pagoda with 25 floors can be said to be the wisdom of the ancients, this pagoda. There must be at least 40 floors~!

Looking into the distance, Meng Li only saw that the pagoda above the clouds was still so sacred and tall. If you look at it like this, Qi Yun's name is worthy of its name.

Meng Li, who was walking all the way, walked slowly from the Qiyun Pagoda that stood in the clouds but soared outside the sky, it seems that this old monk did not plan to bring himself into the Qiyun Pagoda to entertain~

"But that's right~!"

Meng Li, who thought about it, saw that the guards behind him had been cut, but there were still more than ten people, and smiled lightly, although this Qiyun Pagoda was unusually tall, it was not very wide, even if it was the largest first floor. I'm afraid it's a thirty or forty number

The crowd is full, let alone using him to entertain guests, and that area is definitely not enough.

"Huhu~"

Meng Li, who had been 'updated' by the system, was on the road, and he heard the whirring sound of the clothes fluttering in his ears, and Meng Li, who smiled slightly, knew that people were passing on the news to their own people and taking various countermeasures~

However, he didn't have any worries, and still followed the old monk slowly, although this White Horse Temple was his own territory, but this territory was still his own. So if it weren't for the extraordinary moment, he believed that the White Horse Temple would not take the risk to kill him, after all, they also needed to inherit it.

Kill an emperor and you can go to another country to continue your life. But would the country you moved to be willing to add a threat to their territory, or even a state within a state?

So as long as the White Horse Temple is not stupid, then it will definitely not only not harm him. will also desperately protect him, and there must be no accidents on the boundary of the White Horse Temple. I have to let him be happy and go happily~

"Ahem~"

Meng Li, who was thinking about this profession, compared it with the current White Horse Temple. Immediately happy.

Turning another courtyard, there was a sudden scene of willows and flowers in front of Meng Li, different from the Buddhist halls and buildings just now, but there was a different scenery here.

You know, this White Horse Temple is built on the halfway of this mountainside called White Horse Mountain, so the terrain is between the slow rise, but on the halfway of the mountainside where the terrain is slowly rising, there is a smooth platform that suddenly appeared in front of Meng Li's eyes, which is like a naturally formed platform but makes Meng Li feel a burst of surprise.

The platform seems to be the usual martial arts arena of the monks, with all eighteen kinds of weapons, and some stone piers and grinding discs of different sizes, which are probably used by the monks when they boil their strength.

There are some thatched huts around the platform, I don't know if it is usually used by monks to rest or people live, but after looking at the majestic building in front of Meng Li, he still prefers that this is a place for the warrior monks to rest after performing martial arts.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Zhixing welcomes His Majesty, my Buddha is merciful~!"

Just as Meng Li was looking at this martial arts arena, a voice that was more ordinary, but more penetrating, echoed on this platform than the abbot's voice just now.

"Amitabha~!"

It seemed to be in response to the announcement of the person in front of him, and it also seemed to welcome Meng Li's arrival, and the rest of the monks who suddenly appeared out of nowhere whispered at the same time.

"Your Majesty, the old monk is the last abbot of the White Horse Temple, and now he is waiting for a dead ear here~!"

It seemed that Meng Li didn't know why he was able to lead the monks while the abbot was still there, and the old abbot said again.

"Oh? Master Zhixing seems to have a good place to go~! ”

Looking at the old monk's baby-like delicate skin and red face, Meng Li asked after a smile.

"The old monk is just in his twilight years, just waiting for the call of the Buddha~!"

Hearing Meng Li's joke, the old monk just said lightly.

"Your Majesty, the old monk in the courtyard of the back mountain has prepared some coarse tea and fresh water, please go and rest for a while~"

Seeing those emperor guards who were like great enemies, this old monk of Zhixing didn't have any other expressions and movements, but just continued to talk to Meng Li about their words.

"Let's go~!"

Looking at this group of old monks, Meng Li has some interest, although all the old monks are very dull, but Meng Li, who is also an capable person, naturally knows that these are all in the realm of returning to the basics, and the warrior monks who can't control their breath from time to time and appear sharp are still standing in the back row~

These old monks in front of them seem to be very capable~!

"Oh~!"

Wang Han beside him responded and followed Meng Li closely, although his expression was very flat, and he even didn't care, but everyone present knew that this master had reined in any momentum, and he was just waiting for a sudden blow~ (To be continued......)