The temptation of immortality, not only the emperor and the general, but also the high masters among those masters cannot avoid this naked temptation, after all, they have cultivated to the realm of the god of war to the present day, which can be said to be a genius of the sky, but even if they are geniuses of the sky, they will inevitably end up in birth, old age, sickness and death, so in order to be able to rejuvenate and enjoy life again, then immortality is their inevitable research~!

Thinking of this, Meng Li, who had a flash of light in his eyes, slowly raised a trace of vigilance against this White Horse Temple, although these people seemed to have no quarrel with the world, just silently studying their future hopes, but who can say that if these people seek the method of immortality, they will be really indifferent to this world~!

Therefore, whether it was for his great man or for himself, Meng Li had to find out what kind of research had been reached in the immortality of this White Horse Temple.

"If necessary,......"

The light of the ruthless calendar flashed away, if necessary, Meng Li didn't mind losing his immortality at the cost of protecting his Han family for eternity~!

Meng Li walked slowly with the flow of people, while silently pondering his attitude and methods towards this White Horse Temple.

"Master, it's here~!"

Just as Meng Li was thinking carefully about what he needed to do in this line, Wang Han next to him whispered beside him.

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White Horse Temple, standing on a mountain peak that seems to be unusually tall in the Dunhuang Road, the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, there is quite a scenery of the fairy family, people can't help but pull out their eyes at a glance.

Wang Han reminded himself precisely because he saw the imposing gate not far away, although it looked grand and majestic, but it was not like the gate of the capital that made people look in awe, and looked at it from afar and rejected it; This gate. People can't help but admire it, but the admiration for those close to them and the admiration of virtuous people make people want to go to the top to worship.

After getting closer, Meng Li found that this gate was actually made of white translucent marble, and the pieces of knife cutting stone grinding large and small are just the right marble piled up here like white jade, which really shows a different kind of momentum. The atmosphere contained in that simple score is extraordinary.

"White Horse Temple~!"

The gate of the White Horse Temple sits in the north and faces south, and a large plaque on it that I don't know who cut it out with a sword does not make people feel the breath of the sword, but it is a gentle and supple trend close to nature.

This is the mountain gate of the White Horse Temple, the archway-style three-hole arc coupon door, the single eaves rest on the top of the mountain, and the "White Horse Temple" plaque is scratched by the sword on the front. Outside the temple gate, there are two bluestone horses standing opposite each other, the form is docile, and it is the horse that is passed down on the continent today. On the east and west sides of the mountain gate, there are round mound tombs of "Takemo Teng" and "Zhu Flange", and the full names are respectively "Han Qidao Yuantong Multeng Master Tomb" and "Han Kaijiao General Zhu Flange Master Tomb" respectively. The tombstone was erected in the Eastern Han Dynasty and the first year, and there were bells and drums on the second floor around the tomb.

To be honest, looking at this White Horse Temple, which is the same as the brother temple with the same name and surname in his previous life, Meng Li frowned for a while, don't say the name, even the building of this gate is not much different, is it, this blue continent. Does it really have anything to do with the land of China in the previous life?

Meng Li, who was frowning, was not only thinking about this one issue, but another issue that was very worthy of his attention. Why is there such a small flow of people coming to the White Horse Temple this time?

"Lord, according to the intelligence of the embroidered messenger, the worship of this White Horse Temple has formed a system, although there is no mandatory regulation on how many people come to worship every day, but people in the White Horse Temple intentionally or unintentionally under the instruction of the number of daily worshippers have been controlled below three hundred, and it is also divided into periods~!"

Don't wait for Meng Li to ask. Bowen, who had already taken the time to receive the commander of the embroidered messenger in Dunhuang, whispered quietly and whispered in Meng Li's ear: "Although there are many people who come to worship from all over the Blue Continent every year, as long as they are honest disciples, they will stay in a small town at the foot of the mountain to rest, waiting for the day of their pilgrimage. ”

"Hmm~!"

The meaning of the blog post is to clearly tell myself that my line of work is a little abrupt, and I have a lot of guards. It is easy to attract the attention of those who come to Hakuba-ji Temple.

But what's the problem? Even if the White Horse Temple noticed them, what could they do, would they dare to really leave themselves in the White Horse Temple?

Although there may be a master in the White Horse Temple, how can the Han royal family, which has been inherited for thousands of years, be weak, not to mention, this White Horse Temple's nest is in the territory of the Han Kingdom today, and it is not a matter of being surrounded by serious illness every minute~!

Although they are powerful, can they stop thousands of troops and countless masters~!

"Amitabha, all the donors came to our temple because they had a relationship with the Buddha, and the abbot specially ordered me to greet you~!"

Just as Meng Li was planning, a piercing Buddha horn came into his ears again, and he looked up at the young monk with his shaved head shaved and shiny there, and after smiling gently, he didn't know why, he suddenly remembered the word 'hypocrisy', and then he couldn't help but think of all kinds of sins in Buddhism.

"Master, Wuzun Beginner~!"

Just when Meng Li was thinking about the source of Buddhism, Wang Han next to him was shocked for a while, and then said softly in Meng Li's ear.

Wuzun is not worthy of their attention, after all, Wuzun is too small a dish for them, and Wuzun of the Han royal family is even more ignorant~!

Wuzun is not worth noting, but a Wuzun who is about twenty years old is shocking to them, although everyone present is an outstanding talent, but it is also with the assistance of various pills and cheats of the Han royal family to be able to enter Wuzun in his twenties, this little monk's kind of light and cloudy momentum is not, it is obvious that he has cultivated it himself, and this little monk who came out to greet ordinary people to worship must not have a high status in the temple, and so on, isn't it a monk who slipped out of the White Horse Temple casually, and that is all Wuzun, Martial God?

Thinking of this ridiculous conclusion, Wang Han's tightly furrowed brows couldn't be relaxed.

If this is really the case, then even if he desperately wants to destroy himself, he must eliminate the threat of this Han royal family, and on the side of the couch, how can he allow others to snore~!

In particular, there is a stranger who lives in his own home. (To be continued......)