Three days later.

"Whew....... ”

Chen Lin sat on the cultivation platform and exhaled a breath of turbid qi, in the healing pill and this place where the aura energy was extremely strong, the two complemented each other, it only took him three days, the injury was completely recuperated, and even the aura in his body had slowly increased in these three days.

"Healed?"

Ye Qingqing stood aside, with a pair of big smart eyes, staring at Chen Lin at the moment.

"Okay, what's going on these days?"

Chen Lin put away his handprint and asked.

"Since the news of your slaughter of Dugu Yuan was spread, who else dares to provoke us in the entire small space of the Ancient Sect now?"

Ye Qingqing said with a smile flashing his eyelashes.

"However, someone has recently discovered that the void inside the small space is a little unstable, and the remains of this ancient sect are about to be closed. ”

Ye Qi saw Chen Lin wake up, and also walked over.

"Is the small space going to be closed?"

Chen Lin stroked the relics in his arms, looking thoughtful, this great opportunity of the ancient sect should be more than that.

"Time is running out, so let's make our own arrangements next, and if you encounter danger, you can contact with the Divine Soul Jade Jane. ”

Chen Lin got up, he still decided to take advantage of the last time to take a turn.

Anyway, with Duguyuan's experience, I think no one should dare to trouble the people of Tianyi Academy anymore.

After communicating with Ye Qingqing and the others, Chen Lin left Linghe with Mo Lin.

For three days in a row, Chen Lin and Mo Lin basically visited most of the central main hall, but they still didn't find the so-called big opportunity.

"Is it going in the wrong direction? ”

At this moment, Chen Lin was sitting at the gate of the main hall, staring at the relics in his hand with a pair of deep eyes.

In the past few days, he has also sensed the changes in the small space of this ancient sect ruins, and in the void, there are often some energy ripples, which is the space has wrinkled.

In other words, in the next few days, the small space of this ancient sect ruin will be opened again from a closed state.

"You're not playing with me, you're not kidding. ”

Chen Lin secretly complained, and just lay down with his head on his hands, the relics he put on his abdomen rolled up, slipped off his body in one go, and rolled straight into the distance.

"Hey, I can't even lie down for a while. ”

Chen Lin took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and as soon as he got up, he chased in the direction where the relics rolled down.

The relics just rolled down to the wall, and he was holding the wall with his right hand, and when he was about to bend his back to pick up the relics, his eyes swept downward, but they stopped at the mural on this wall.

"No, this mural is weird. ”

After Chen Lin quickly picked up the relics, he hurriedly looked at the mural on this side, the position of this mural happened to be facing the gate of the main hall, or it belonged to the central position.

The wall depicts a picture of practice, and the figure is a Buddhist Arhat wearing the upper body **, and his body is golden, as if it is cast by golden glass.

There are a total of 108 fist moves depicted on this wall, all of which were practiced by this Arhat, and it can be seen that these fist moves on the mural are taking the road of a fierce number.

"These punches seem to be coherent together. ”

While Chen Lin was figuring it out, his two hands began to practice according to the moves on the mural, and in the face of these boxing moves on the wall, he could be said to be doing his best to deduce.

Even Mo Lin, the little guy, saw some doorways, waving his little paws, and practicing something there.

"Whew...... It seems that something important is missing. ”

In this way, Chen Lin deduced several times, and finally noticed that something was wrong.

This one hundred and eight style boxing method, after being linked, can not be famous at all, and even in many places, the bull's head is not in the horse's mouth, and the moves are not connected at all.

He squatted aside, and when he looked at the mural, his teeth clenched, and he thought he had found some great opportunity, but this time he fell directly from the clouds to hell.

After a few rounds of deduction, Mo Lin, the little guy, was even more angry and almost didn't tear down the wall.

"Could it be that I did it wrong?"

Chen Lin took a deep breath, calmed down, and adjusted his mentality.

"Whew...... Anyway, I learned that I was fortunate and lost my life. ”

I saw that his eyes became clear, and he sat cross-legged in front of this wall.

From the moment Chen Lin calmed down, the relic in his arms suddenly flickered, and then it burst into golden light, enveloping the former's entire person.

Seeing this, Mo Lin on the side hurriedly opened a pair of eyes wide, and it was smart that it naturally saw some doorways, and Chen Lin Bacheng had touched something terrible.

Just as Chen Lin was emptying his mind and his thoughts were wandering, a black vortex was born in his spiritual world, and then the black vortex exploded, and a picture from ancient times was tiled inside his mind.

"Temporal imagery. ”

After Chen Lin whispered, his sea of consciousness turned into an ethereal realm, and except for Haotian Tower, which trembled slightly, his entire spiritual world fell into a state of stagnation.

After the black vortex exploded, a golden picture scroll was presented in his spiritual world.

As far as the eye can see, this is a golden country, with ancient Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats sitting on the clouds of Zhou Tian, and there are various monks, novices, and laymen below.

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens gathered, the number of people was no less than 100,000, all dressed in robes, holding Buddha rituals, the great mana people all sat cross-legged in the void, sitting on the lotus platform, ordinary people living in the middle of the air, or sitting on the ground, all sitting cross-legged on the futon.

The number of people is small, the robes and shawls, there is a faint heavy sound of the ancient bell striking, the sound of the catchy chanting of the Brahman, and the crisp sound of the wooden fish.

In the golden country that cannot be seen at a glance, there is no shortage of people with treasures, solemnities, and compassion.

From time to time, someone walks out from both sides, takes the right position, and explains the true meaning of the Dharma to the crowd.

There was even a little novice who was only a few years old, holding a mouthful of wooden fish and walking to the center to speak, although the words were a little unfluent, but still won the nod of a group of monks with great fruits.

In the sea of this golden country, accompanied by the stage of people from all walks of life, it was very lively, and these teachings lasted for a total of several days before it ended.

With the end of a few days of teaching, everyone returned to their normal life.

When the bell rings in the early morning, a large number of monks, novices, and laymen begin their day's work.

At the same time, there are big Buddhas who step out of the ancient hall to give lectures, Bodhisattvas who sit on the attic to preach, and many Arhats who go into the place of cultivation to cultivate themselves and guide others.

That day all changed!

On that day, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed color, the sky shook, the earth rose and fell, and 100,000 gods and Buddhas went out of the west.

Under the robe in the sky, all kinds of magic soldiers are printed wrongly, such as the vajra circle, the jade net bottle, the demon pestle, the heavenly Buddha beads, the ancient scriptures, the Baolian platform, the Dharma Zen staff, the green Buddha lamp, the copper bowl, etc., and there are more powerful people, sitting on the back of the demon beast.

On that day, the Buddha was no longer treasured, no longer compassionate, no longer solemn and solemn, but revealed a hideous state that it had never had.

From the moment of the battle, the vast golden realm began to fall apart.

There are ancient Buddhas who recite Buddhist scriptures and are nailed through their bodies by divine soldiers, there are compassionate Bodhisattvas who are beaten and their blood is sprinkled in the sky, and there are even Arhats who are extremely good at fighting are defeated by their opponents, and even their golden bodies are still bombed.

The 100,000 gods and Buddhas were all dressed in robes, reciting scriptures, and rushed into the battlefield with a fierce attitude of not fearing death, and none of them took a step back.

The battlefield was far more brutal than imagined, but even in this situation, they still rushed forward like moths to a fire.

On that day, the sky wept, the earth shed blood, the blood of the Buddha was reflected in the heavens, accompanied by the sound of chanting.

The war finally ended, and there were only a few people left in the originally endless Golden Realm.

On that day, in this originally golden ocean of the country, there was such a saying, if people are not destroyed, the Buddha will not stop all day long!