The southern suburbs of Luoyang, meditation meditation monastery.

The temple is deep in the forest, the scale is large, and the buildings add up to more than hundreds, just like a small city.

"Dang!"

The melodious bell rang from the depths of the temple, which was the bell to welcome the guests.

Bai Fan and Qin Chuan followed behind the monk and walked into the temple gate, where a straight brick and stone avenue led to the seven halls in the middle.

Manjushri Palace, Mahavira Palace, Immeasurable Palace......

One by one, it did not stop until a platform square that was vast and 100 zhang long, made of white stone, surrounded by white stone carved railings.

At the end of the square is a copper hall that is wide and deep and up to three zhang and a half, solemn and solemn.

More than 230 monks, old and young, lined up in more than ten columns, with their backs to the bronze hall, facing the two of them,

Except for the four blue-robed monks holding Zen sticks weighing more than 100 catties, the others are all holding Buddhist beads in their hands, looking at their noses and noses, and their treasures are solemn.

Although there were a large number of people, they did not hear the slightest sound, and even the sound of breathing was lacking.

After a few moments, two heavy bronze doors with a height of one foot opened automatically without wind.

A tall and handsome monk, leisurely stepping out of the bronze hall, standing on the top of the white stone steps of the hall, deep and unfathomable eyes, can make anyone born with an unfathomable depth, but also dare not underestimate the heart.

At this time, a blue-clothed monk sang a song, and all the monks were like fingers, and they saluted Bai Fan and the two in unison.

Another blue-clothed monk stepped forward and said to the two: "Uncle Shi has practiced closed-mouth meditation and can't greet him, please don't be surprised." ”

Bai Fan looked at the air on the steps, and the other party smiled at him, his demeanor was neither weak, nor domineering, teaching people to look comfortable and natural.

Bai Fan also smiled and said, "It's okay, in the next trip, Brother Qin has already explained that he has invited Master Kong to complete it." ”

On the top of the steps, his expression remained unchanged, and the blue-clothed monk said: "Emperor Tafeng is the important place of Cihang Jingzhai Mountain Gate, I don't know what the donor is going to for?" ”

Bai Fan smiled faintly and spit out three words.

"He's Bi!"

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The square was suddenly unusually quiet, and those who knew the inside story were shocked.

Qin Chuan, who was pretending to be the concubine on the side, was even more confused, and all kinds of speculations in his heart rose.

"How did he know that He Shibi was in Jing Zhai's hands?"

"What is the purpose of what he wants to do with Shibi?"

"And whether he really came from the upper realm, or is he pretending to be a mystery......"

Countless questions are entangled in her heart, but the 'Cihang Sword Codex' she cultivates is to practice swords from the heart, so her mood is bright and far-reaching, her mind is firm, although she is confused, she will not mess up her mind, and her face is not revealed, a picture of indifference.

There was silence, Bai Fan just put his hands behind his back, looked at the empty smile and waited for his answer.

After a while, the blue-clothed monk stepped forward again, clasped his hands together and said, "Uncle Shi said that the Heshi Bi is a symbol of imperial power in the world, and only the virtuous live in it, and the donor cannot force it." ”

"What is virtue?"

Bai Fan put his hands behind his back, his expression was indifferent, his left foot stepped forward, the soles of his feet fell to the ground, and an invisible energy swept over.

Sand~~~~~~~~~~~

The white stone square behind him suddenly fell into the ground, from the masonry to the carved railing, all turned into dust and piled up into sand.

The monks were dumbfounded, and then Bai Fan said again.

"In my opinion, destiny is impermanent, and those who can take it. I said yes, if you don't give it, I'll take it myself......"

The voice is light, soothing and leisurely, like a leisurely walk, the right foot is gently stepped down, and the yin and yang dark energy sweeps forward like ripples.

In front of him, the stone brick railings in the square were also turned into powder, and a statue of Manjushri and a large incense burner on it were not spared.

The floor shattered, more than 200 monks, all fell down, two inches shorter in an instant, all the monks were terrified, such an invisible force, can silently turn the stone slab under their feet into powder, naturally can also be silently transmitted to them, but even more surprising is still behind.

Thundered~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I saw that the majestic bronze hall suddenly sat on the ground, making a huge noise, and the dust and mist were flying, all because its foundation was also turned into stone powder by Bai Fan, and it could not support the huge weight of the copper hall, and it fell down.

The once vast and solemn White Stone Square was now only seen as a patch of white stone dust.

The only surviving place is the size of the place under Bai Fan's feet, like an island, more like a divine platform that doesn't look tall, but is infinitely high in the hearts of everyone, standing on it, looking down on all beings, with silent coercion.

Bai Fan looked into the air, because the stone steps were shattered, his figure was blocked by the monks, but Bai Fan's gaze still passed through more than a dozen people, found him, and said with a smile.

"Master, what I want, will you give it or not?"

He took a deep breath and walked forward slowly, and the monks in front of him automatically retreated to both sides, clearing the path.

Still not convinced? Bai Fan frowned, and looked towards Qin Chuan, only to see that his expression was cold, but his eyes were empty, and he still had expectations.

"That's it, I'll give you one last chance"

In a flash, Bai Fan's figure suddenly appeared in front of the empty body, still maintaining the posture of holding his hands behind his back, and then stretched out his right palm and slowly printed it.

The empty expression was solemn, full of internal strength, and his palms met him.

Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The huge energy collided, Bai Fan withdrew his palm, his hair rose back slightly, and he was instantly knocked away in the air, poured into the dark bronze hall, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Bai Fan slowly stepped forward, and the monks retreated again and again, and no one dared to speak.

walked all the way to the front of the bronze hall, and finally someone spoke, it was Qin Chuan.

"Brother Taichu, what do you want to do?" There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, he was worried that Bai Fan would continue to embarrass the air, after all, he brought Bai Fan here, and now the situation is clear at a glance, and the air disaster will cover Bai Fan's edge.

Bai Fan glanced at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "Let you know what the glow of the sun and moon is!" ”

Rumble~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first of the three styles of war immortals - the mountain collapse style.

The supreme supreme style reappeared in the dust, and he punched out, and hit the wall of the bronze hall with a very simple punch.

The bronze hall was made entirely of brass, without any wood or masonry, not even windows, and only four fist-sized ventilation holes on the roof.

But it was such an immortal bronze hall, and under this punch, it collapsed.

Everyone's ears were full of roars, and the copper hall that was as high as half a zhang in their eyes disappeared completely.

Everyone was dumbfounded, this is even more amazing than just shattering the square, what kind of martial arts is this? Is this a person? Immortal? Or is it God?

The bronze hall vanished, revealing an empty figure inside.

"Acceptable?" Bai Fan looked at him and said.

He sighed, and in a short period of time, wrinkles appeared on his face, as if he had aged more than forty years overnight.

"Serve!"

After this word, he became even older, like an old monk like a candle in the wind.

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