Next to the fire, Lin Huang looked slightly stunned, and was suddenly stopped by Ci Nan.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Why did the master stay in Hongchen for thirty years?"

"The poor monk doesn't know!"

Tzu Nan shook his head.

"Why didn't the master brand the green dragon diagram behind him until today?"

"The poor monk doesn't know!"

"What does the master think of Master Tzusheng?"

"He is pedantic and delusional in his desire to save the world with his own compassion!"

"How does the master think he should survive this world?"

“...... My father once said that if you cross yourself, you will cultivate your mind, and if you cross the world, you will cultivate your army!"

"Why did the master lose his square inch because of the words of the Lord?"

"The poor monk doesn't know!"

"With the master's cultivation, why is it easy to let the master of the army easily kill Song Wugui?"

"The poor monk couldn't react!"

"With the master's cultivation, why can't you react?"

"Xuanyuan is very powerful, but the poor monk just can't react!"

Ci Nan said with some annoyance.

"How does the master understand that killing is a nurse, and cutting karma is not killing people?"

"Clothed in iniquity, and washed away the sins of the people of the world!"

"If you are clothed in sins, how can you live alone?"

"Poor Monk...... I don't know!"

"What does the master think of Ye Wuchan?"

"Chanting the Buddha every day, but for two hundred years, I have been spending time for Xuanyuan Wuxiang and my cousin!"

"Why have you been overtaking these two people for two hundred years?"

"Because I can't forget!"

"Why can't you forget?"

"Because there is still a heart of red dust, he is in the empty door, but the heart is not in the empty door!"

"So...... Is the master's heart in the empty door again?"

Outside the broken temple, Ci Nan's face was stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a long time, and I don't know how long it took before Lin Huangfang heard a long sigh from the latter, with a sad look on his face.

"Go to bed early!"

Ci Nan spoke calmly, the old face was still confused, and he just shook his head and said, "After tomorrow, the poor monk will take you to Wuzen Temple!"

Lin Huang laughed, and he didn't know what the latter was thinking. When he was about to sleep, Lin Huang still sighed a little, in this Eastern Spirit Realm, there were still people from the Xuanyuan family more than two hundred years ago.

However, they escaped into the empty door.

I don't know if Xuanyuan is happy or sad at this moment.

Early the next morning, Ci Nan led everyone on the road, and the latter was still wearing a robe, looking exceptionally clean and tidy, and his expression became extremely calm, and he could not see the thoughts in the latter's heart.

Time flies by like flowing water.

In only half a month, the five of them came to a deep mountain in the Qinglong Mountain Range.

The mountains and forests are lush and full of vitality and tranquility. Although he was in the inner region of the Qinglong Mountain Range, he did not see the slightest roar of birds and beasts. Only the sound of the bell chime is heard, and it spreads down from the top of the mountain, and it stretches for ten miles.

Every bell is extraordinarily vast, revealing the mystery of cleansing the soul and washing away the shackles of the body.

Lin Huang looked up and saw that there was a temple halfway up the mountain in front of him. It looks extraordinarily simple, as if it is integrated with the green mountains and the earth, and it is natural.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a boundary monument covered with moss, and the three words "Wuzen Temple" on it are particularly mottled, but they are full of warmth and peace.

Ci Nan respectfully arranged his clothes, and then bowed to the temple in the distance.

Lin Huang looked at the temple halfway up the mountain, with a contemplative look on his face. I don't know what the purpose of the old monk in the mountain tried his best to lead himself into the Wuzen Temple.

At this moment, halfway up the mountain, a bloody figure suddenly rushed out, the figure looked a little staggered, but the qi and blood were extremely powerful.

Lin Huang's face froze, and he recognized the latter, it was Lei Li, who was rescued by Cisheng at Shanhe Pass.

Then, Lin Huang immediately drew his sword and went towards the thunderous killing, and as soon as he struck, he was a cross Yama.

Ci Nan's face turned pale, and he shouted, "Donor......"

I don't know why, but after screaming, he didn't stop Lin Huang, but slowly closed his old eyes, showed a sad face, and fell into a struggle again.

Jun Chengcheng stood in front of the mercy to prevent the sudden outbreak of mercy.

Bang.

The cross Yama plundered and slashed, and it fell violently on the seriously injured Lei Li, causing the latter to fly out upside down immediately, and a terrible cross scar appeared on his chest.

Looking at the young man who was stepping over, Lei Li's face changed greatly, his body crawled on the ground, and he scolded with a ruthless look in his eyes: "This is the important land of Buddhism, you dare to kill me!"

"Really?"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and sneered, and raised the demon suppression knife in his hand.

Lei Li's face changed accordingly, and he felt Lin Huang's resolute killing intent, and couldn't help but look at the mercy behind Lin Huang and shouted, "Master save ......"

Before the latter's voice fell, and Ci Nan made a move, Lin Huang fell with a knife, violently cutting off the head of the thunderous one, and blood spattered the boundary monument of the Wuzen Temple.

Ci Nan smelled the smell of blood in the void, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, holding the Buddha beads in his hand, constantly plucking, and silently reciting most of the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

After dealing with the thunderous situation, Lin Huang led everyone up the mountain and walked towards the Wuzen Temple step by step.

It is only ten miles into the mountain, but I see a withered monk sitting on the mountain road, sitting like a clay sculpture and wood carving, with a peaceful face, but from time to time it reveals a strange atmosphere.

Lin Huang's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the monk sitting cross-legged in front of him was the Cisheng who was outside the mountain and river pass before.

Looking at the latter's appearance, it seems that the situation is very bad, under the shriveled skin, there are bloodshot flashes, and there is a faint scream of a blood crow in the body.

"Senior brother!"

Ci Nan hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, feeling the changes in Ci Sheng, and his white eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

Cisheng then opened his eyes, looked at Ci Jian in front of him, and Lin Huang and others not far away, with a peaceful smile on his face, and said calmly:

"Lord Lei Shi planted a blood crow in the poor monk's body, and he escaped down the mountain himself!"

When he spoke, Cisheng didn't seem to have the slightest resentment, which caused Bai Xiaopang to snort coldly twice, appearing to sneer.

"I killed him!"

Lin Huang said.

Cisheng's face was stunned, and Amitabha Buddha spoke, as if until this moment, he still felt sorry for Lei Li, and he never resented the latter for planting a blood crow in his body.

Then, Cisheng looked up at Lin Huang and said, "If this is the case, please ask the donor to show mercy and kill the poor monk!"

Lin Huang frowned.

"The poor monk was infiltrated by the blood crow, and the great Dharma could not be resolved. One day, the poor monk will become a demon and bring disaster to the world. The donor is killing the poor monk at this moment for the sake of great mercy!"

Cisheng smiled and spoke, as if he had seen through life and death.

"What if I don't say yes?"

Lin Huang hesitated.

The smile on his face condensed slightly, and then he looked at Bai Xiaopang, and then said, "Please also ask the donor to kill the poor monk!"

"Good!"

Bai Xiaopang didn't have so many ideas, he didn't wait to see this old monk for a long time, and approached Cisheng with two big hammers. When he was outside the Shanhe Pass, he knocked one less hammer, and today he just made up for it.

"I'll do it!"

Lin Huang suddenly opened his mouth and stopped Bai Xiaopang, causing the latter to be a little discouraged.

"Master Lin, don't ......"

Ci Nan stood in front of Lin Huang, not giving an inch.

Lin Huang looked at Ci Yan in front of him, but he smiled silently, and just raised his hand, he pressed one hand on Ci Sheng's head, and then a terrifying Shura power permeated, pouring into Ci Sheng's body in a steady stream.

On the mountain road, Cisheng, who was sitting cross-legged, stared at Lin Huang in horror, only feeling that he had never seen such a fierce power in his life, and there was a vicious aura in his domineering.

However, it was that domineering power that killed the blood crow in Cisheng's body in less than half an hour.

When Lin Huang took his hands, he didn't see the slightest joy in Cisheng, but his face was full of horror, looking at Lin Huang like a devil. I only feel that if this son becomes a demon in the future, it will be a great disaster.

On the mountain road, Cisheng finally bowed to Lin Huang to show his gratitude.

Subsequently, Lin Huang and the others, under the leadership of Cinan, entered the Wuchan Temple in the Eastern Spirit Realm, which had been unknown for more than 200 years......

(End of chapter)