Golden relics?!

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart, and immediately thought of the relics after the destruction of the Infinite Demon Venerable.

Whether it is or not, it is necessary for him to go, and once he misses it, he will regret it.

Lu Lingjun was also excited, who doesn't like relics, and they are golden relics.

She had to look at Ye Changsheng apologetically, and said apologetically: "Ye Gongzi, then, otherwise, after I finish participating in the Buddha meeting, I will accompany you around, I have inquired, there are many temples and ancient temples around Wangcheng!"

Ye Changsheng smiled and nodded, turned around and left.

Although Lu Lingjun was reluctant, he also knew that he was going to prepare for tomorrow's Buddhist meeting with everyone now, so he could only reluctantly watch Ye Changsheng leave.

Chen Xinfang looked at Ye Changsheng's back triumphantly, and pretended to comfort Lu Lingjun: "Lingjun, he is just a martial artist, and if he goes, he will bring humiliation on himself, let's just treat him to a good meal when we go back." ”

Immediately, a young man nodded and agreed: "Yes, Lingjun, the opportunity for the Buddha Association is extremely rare, how can you not let a country man drag everyone down." ”

All the teenagers nodded one after another, although Lu Lingjun was not happy, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to walk towards the other courtyard stupidly.

Twenty miles outside the rainforest city, on Dianchun Mountain, there is a majestic ancient temple.

On both sides of the main building, the two spire golden pagodas are shining with gold and towering into the sky, which is different from the monasteries in the north.

Halfway up the mountain, in front of the tall mountain gate, Ye Changsheng was blocked by two monk monks.

The gray-clothed monk clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said: "Donor, please stay, in the next five days, there will be important rituals in Fengchun Temple, so the mountain gate is temporarily closed." ”

Ye Changsheng saluted in return, took out a black token and handed it over: "The disciple has no intention, he has some connections with the Fayan Sect, and he came here this time just to get an invitation." ”

Centerless?

The monk looked surprised, took Ye Changsheng's Buddha portal plate and looked at it, and couldn't help but change his face slightly.

On the black token, in addition to the word "Heartless", there are two small words added later: "Mage".

Look at the title below, it is Master Yuan Ke of the Huixin Sect and Master Daoyun of the Fayan Sect!

It is not uncommon for lay disciples of Buddhism to have Dharma names, but the addition of the word "Master" is not trivial, which means that the practice of lay disciples has reached the realm of transcending the world.

And the people who blessed the lay disciples with the honorific title of "Master" turned out to be the two masters of the Huixin Sect and the Fayan Sect, which was even more difficult.

The monk looked shocked, and couldn't help but glance at Ye Changsheng again, and immediately felt rude, and hurriedly bowed respectfully to apologize.

"Master Wuxin, please wait a moment, and let the poor monk go and report. The two Zhike monks saluted again, took Ye Changsheng's household plate, and left in a hurry.

After a short time, the two Zhike monks went and returned, followed by a red-robed senior monk elder.

The spirited elder stepped forward and couldn't help but glance at Ye Changsheng as well, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The elder saluted and said politely: "Senior Brother Wuxin, the abbot invites you to go up, the invitation letter issued by the Buddha Association, and the assessment set are nothing more than thresholds set by outsiders, you can participate directly, there is no need to be so cumbersome." ”

Ye Changsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Master Rongyu, it's better for a disciple to abide by the rules, just an invitation." Tomorrow's Buddha meeting, you should personally meet the abbot and the monks. ”

"This ......" the elder looked hesitant, unable to make up his mind.

Master Deadwood personally explained to him that he wanted to personally welcome this heartless little junior brother to the mountain gate, which shows that Wuxin's identity is not simple.

You must know that Master Deadwood, as the No. 1 monk in the Rainforest Principality, has such a respectable status that even if the children of the royal family come to visit, they will not see him at all.

It is rare to see a master treat a person so politely and invite him up the mountain for an interview, which shows how much importance the master attaches to it.

But this teenager actually refused?

The elder said a little later, and turned to leave.

When he returned, he already had an invitation in his hand.

The folding invitation made of rosewood chips is antique, and the surface flashes with fine golden light, which is a little more luxurious.

Handing the beautifully crafted invitation to Ye Changsheng, the elder smiled and said, "The host said, tomorrow, I will be in the meditation hall on the top of the mountain, waiting for your arrival, junior brother." ”

As it should be.

Ye Changsheng put away the invitation letter and his household plate, and after saluting, he turned around and strode away.

The senior monk elder looked at Ye Changsheng's back and couldn't help but sigh: "The white-haired immortal, sure enough, the appearance is high, but the white hair is missing, which is somewhat regrettable." ”

In the early morning of the next day, at the foot of Dianchun Mountain, the cars and horses were noisy, and there were crowds of people.

Everyone has a herd mentality, especially the powerful, but whenever there is an opportunity to show their faces, they never miss it.

Although the magnates who are really invited are not in case, it does not hinder their enthusiasm.

When a talented person participates in the Buddhist meeting, the whole family often goes out, as if the foot of this Buddhist holy land has become a vanity fair.

And the small merchants and hawkers who rushed to hear the news tried their best to shout and open their throats, and the cries of selling came and went.

The number of ordinary people who came to participate in the rally was even larger, many of them wore batik colored clothes, white scarves or flower crowns wrapped around their heads, and various metal ornaments were hung on their bodies, just like a lively scene of the festival.

There are also devout Buddhists, who are clearly distinguishable from the previous two types of people.

They made their way through the crowd to a clearing at the foot of the mountain, laid flowers and offerings, and bowed down to a giant statue of Guanyin, which was barely visible.

For a time, the incense was full of incense and the fragrance of flowers hit people.

Ye Changsheng, who was standing in front of the mountain gate, overlooking the three-story scene under the mountain, couldn't help but say to himself, this is probably all living beings.

"Ye Gongzi, you're here too?!" A surprised voice came from the way up the mountain.

Lu Lingjun was still dressed as a handsome man, looked at Ye Changsheng in surprise, and walked forward quickly.

The teenagers who followed behind him had a gloomy face, strode forward, and looked at Ye Changsheng with unkind eyes.

This guy obviously said that he wouldn't come, but now he is shamelessly appearing here, isn't it to rub our invitation letter and sharpen his head into the circle of the powerful?

A young man strode forward and sneered: "I have long seen that Ye Gongzi is not a person who gives up so easily, and it is really okay to repay him with gratitude!"

Chen Xinfang looked at Ye Changsheng coldly and said mockingly: "Ye Gongzi, your skin is really thick, even if you come, we don't have any extra invitations for you!"

Lu Lingjun thought of the key point at this time, and said with an embarrassed face: "Ye Gongzi, the requirements of the Buddhist Association assessment can be a team of three, so the six of us have already used up the quota." ”

Ye Changsheng looked at the other five people who were full of hostility, especially Chen Xinfang, who pouted vigorously, and smiled faintly: "I have an invitation, so I won't bother you." ”

VIP letter, top-of-the-line?!

Lu Lingjun and the boys looked at the red sandalwood fold in Ye Changsheng's hand, and their eyes instantly widened.