In Kaifeng Prefecture, there is a mountain range closest to Bianjing City, called Shenxiao Mountain Range.

This mountain range stretches for more than 300 miles, and there are dozens of peaks standing in it.

Among them, there is the highest, there is a mist between the clouds, and the crane is ethereal and flying, which is the main peak between the mountain ranges, called Shenxiao Mountain.

This Shenxiao Mountain was not originally called this name, but after the great master Lin Lingsu picked up the five major Buddha veins and became famous all over the world, Emperor Daozong Zhao Ji changed the name of this place to Shenxiao Mountain for Lin Lingsu to use to establish a sect.

So far, decades have passed.

......

"Tick, tick."

It was early in the morning, and the dew that had turned into the mist between the mountain streams was dripping down the leaves of the trees from time to time, making a ticking sound, and in the midst of the dew, there were two figures walking slowly forward in the mountains, one behind the other.

Looking at its appearance, the former is dressed in a white monk's robe, with a karmic fire mark in the center of his eyebrows, and he is handsome, while the latter is wearing a cyan green dress, with a pair of brown eyes like stars, and the slender eyelashes are constantly flashing, just like a mountain elf.

These two people are Fahai and Xiaoqing, who were previously located in Hangzhou.

The monk walked in front, neither fast nor slow, and the girl in the green dress behind was not bored, bouncing with her hands behind her back along the way, smiling and groaning on her face, and she could see that she was in a good mood.

Although there is no communication between the two, this tacit understanding arises spontaneously.

At this time, three months have passed since Fahai killed Jiaolong in the West Lake.

According to Fahai's original intention, he was ready to go north along Hangzhou, travel all over the world to accumulate heritage, and finally when he reached Shenxiao Mountain, he would go to the top of the mountain with all his strength and have a great battle with that Grandmaster Lin!

But since this girl in a green dress named Xiaoqing has followed all the way, there have been some small changes in his travels.

The white-clothed monk held the Zen staff in his hand and continued to walk a few steps, until he reached the bottom of the Shenxiao Sect Mountain, then he turned his head, looked at the green-skirted girl who was still following him, and sighed lightly:

"Little young girl, you have been with the poor monk for three months."

"The Dharma and supernatural powers you admire, the poor monks have also shown them to you, and now you should be satisfied."

"This place is the first Shenxiao sect in the world, I won't tell you, the poor monk came here today to fight with that Lin Lingsu once, to have a battle with the Dao Buddha, if you are discovered by the Shenxiao Sect people, maybe you will also be in danger."

"According to the poor monk's opinion, it is better for you to retreat as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble."

Hearing Fahai's helpless persuasion, Xiaoqing smiled slyly, lowered his head and stuck out his tongue.

When she was in Hangzhou, Fahai had already changed her opinion of this girl in a green dress, so she didn't dislike her because of her demon status.

It's just that this girl in a green dress has nothing to do with him for three whole months, and as he travels all over the south and north of the Yangtze River, travels the world, saves people along the way, and gets rid of many demons.

Fahai faced the girl in the green dress who followed him silently, and his attitude was actually a little uncertain.

He didn't have much bad feelings for him, so he only acquiesced to Xiaoqing following all the way, and did not say no.

But this time, it was the first time he explicitly asked Xiaoqing to leave.

"Ann, Ann."

"Xiaoqing was born in Qingcheng Mountain, and he is in the same vein as the Shenxiao Sect, and he is also practicing the orthodox Qingcheng Dao method, which belongs to the authentic Dao Sect."

"If you really want to talk about it, you should still be the master who may be directly driven away by the Shenxiao faction!"

As the girl in the green dress finished speaking, a ray of cyan light condensed out of Xiaoqing's hand, and the pure aura exuded in it was impossible for Fahai to refute it even when he saw it.

This is indeed the Taoism of Qingcheng Mountain, and looking at its Taoist rhyme, it should still belong to the true biography.

Fahai couldn't help but choke when he heard Xiaoqing's somewhat ridiculous words.

Although there have been a lot of exchanges along the way since March, Fahai has a little understanding of the character of the girl in the green dress, but every time he hears Xiaoqing's words, Fahai still feels a little embarrassed.

This girl's mouth is too poisonous.

But what he said made Fahai speechless.

If you really want to talk about it, although Xiaoqing belongs to the demon clan, but with the identity of the true inheritance of Qingcheng Mountain, the Shenxiao faction will indeed accept her into the mountain gate.

On the contrary, it was Fahai, the host of the Jinshan Temple, who quietly arrived in front of the mountain gate of the Shenxiao faction, if these Shenxiao disciples could invite him in kindly, it would be a big joke in the world!

Who doesn't know that Grandmaster Lin Lingsu Lin has the deepest grudge against the Buddha lineage, and even the disciples below don't have a good impression of the practitioners of the Buddha Dao.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Xiaoqing, Fahai simply shook his head, since there was no danger for her to go to this Shenxiao Sect, it was up to her.

The next moment, the white-clothed monk flew up, stood in the air between the huge mountain gates of the Shenxiao Sect, raised his mana and shouted loudly below:

"The poor monk Fahai, from Hangzhou Jinshan Temple, has traveled thousands of miles, and I only wish to ask Grandmaster Lin to go out of the mountain!"

This voice is blessed by the method of the dragon elephant of the Buddha Gate, the sound is like a bell, and the mighty sound spreads for thousands of zhang, and even the Bianjing City, which is dozens of miles away, has some residual movement.

fluttering, fluttering!

When the voice fell, the fairy crane spirit bird was so frightened that it shook its wings and kept flying into the distance, and this originally immortal Shenxiao Mountain suddenly moved.

"Bold fanatics, who is the demon monk, dare to be so presumptuous in my Shenxiao station!"

Only as soon as Fahai's mighty Buddha voice descended, there was a person in the Shenxiao Sect who was dressed in a feather coat and had eyes like a star, and flew out directly from the Dao Palace between the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, carrying lightning flashing like thunder in the nine heavens, and shouted coldly at Fahai.

"I am Zhang Ruhui, a true disciple of Master Lin, temporarily acting as the head of the Shenxiao Sect, you monk is so presumptuous before my Shenxiao Holy Land, don't you want to find death?!"

For many years, since the Shenxiao Sect Lin Lingsu became famous in the world in front of Emperor Daozong in Bianjing, no Xiao Xiao dared to go to the Shenxiao Sect to make trouble for decades.

I didn't expect that today, someone really broke in, and it was a monk!

"Zhang Ruhui..."

When Fahai heard the name, he thought about it.

Zhang Ruhui is a person who is deeply valued by Lin Lingsu and is one of the most core descendants of the Shenxiao Sect.

Just because he could help Lin Lingsu take charge of the Shenxiao Sect on his behalf, he could see his status in Lin Lingsu's heart.

Moreover, this person followed Lin Lingsu to the north and south in his early years, and his cultivation was also the most powerful one besides Lin Lingsu, although he was not as good as Fahai, but he also had fifth-order strength.

"Today, the poor monk just wants to meet with Sect Master Lin, and the rest of the people will retreat on their own!"

Boom!!

The brilliance of Buddhism bloomed, and the next moment, the white-clothed monk who was as majestic as the Buddha clasped his palms together and shouted coldly at Zhang Ruxuan.

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