Zhao He brought more than a dozen true disciples to the White Dragon Temple this time, in fact, to escort Jiang Yun and show his attention, but nominally for the purpose of sectarian exchanges.

That should be done, naturally do a full set.

On the way, when Zhao He and Xuan Yan discussed the entire sect exchange process with each other, Jiang Yun also listened a lot, and he also knew the general arrangement.

On the morning of the first day, Zhao He would take Jiang Yun and more than a dozen disciples of the Burial Sword Villa, and hundreds of monks of Bailong Temple to listen to the lectures of the senior monks in the temple hall. At that time, there will be at least a dozen senior monks of the White Dragon Temple, who will take turns to speak, and even in the end, the pure Dharma Zen master will come forward in person.

After the luncheon, there will be corresponding people in the afternoon, with the visitors of the Burial Sword Villa - including Jiang Yun - on a tour of the White Dragon Temple.

There are thousands of monks living in the White Dragon Temple, there are many pilgrims, and there are various famous buildings, so it is still worth seeing if you visit them.

Of course, although the appearance and shape of those famous buildings are similar to the real historical White Dragon Temple, or simply the same, they are basically rebuilt in the past twenty or thirty years. The real ancient White Dragon Temple was destroyed in the war during the war to destroy Wu.

On the second and third days, it was a full two-day martial arts exchange, which was a martial arts exercise, a martial arts competition, and the like.

On the fourth day, the people of the Burial Sword Villa can prepare to retreat.

For the whole process of this exchange meeting, Jiang Yun is relatively looking forward to the martial arts exchange on the second and third days. At that time, he should be able to see a lot of martial arts in the White Dragon Temple, and he can even go up to try his skills in person.

With such a big sect, there are people at all stages of strength level and cultivation level, Jiang Yun wants to take this opportunity to have a good exchange of martial arts with people, and he can always easily find a suitable opponent.

As for the senior monks in front of him giving lectures and visiting temples, relatively speaking, Jiang Yun didn't have much sense of expectation, he just felt that he was going through the motions.

However, after the morning lecture officially began, Jiang Yun soon realized that he was wrong.

He sat quietly in the temple hall with everyone who came from the Burial Sword Villa, as well as hundreds of selected monks from the White Dragon Temple.

The temple lobby is magnificent, the largest building in the entire White Dragon Temple, and even if it accommodates so many people, it is not crowded. Everyone was assigned a spot, placed a futon, sat on it, and waited for it to begin.

After everyone arrived, a monk slowly walked to the front of the stage, Jiang Yun couldn't recognize who this was, the atmosphere in the hall was solemn at this moment, everyone was silent, and no one would speak out to tell him at this time.

The monk stood in front of the podium in front of the statues of the Buddhas, opened a yellowed booklet, and began to chant sutras.

Immediately, some monks standing on the sides of the four walls in the Buddhist hall played Buddhist musical instruments.

When the scriptures sounded, Jiang Yun was still a little unconcerned at first. He didn't understand Buddhism, he understood every word, but when they were combined, he didn't quite understand the meaning.

But with the chanting of scriptures and the rhythm of Buddhist musical instruments, a solemn and serious atmosphere enveloped the entire Great Buddha Hall.

'Falling Thaumaturgy' didn't need to be urged by himself, and it worked on its own.

did not resist this solemn contagion, but under this contagion, it was hidden and fast, and even faintly improved.

And when Jiang Yun found that he was further immersed in this scripture and Buddhist music, the self-operation speed of the 'Falling Spirit Thaumaturgy' became faster and faster.

He clearly felt that his spiritual strength was growing at a very fast rate, much faster than when he was cultivating on his own.

Of course, this was a good thing, but it didn't last long, and the lecture of the first old monk lasted less than twenty minutes, and he went down.

No one in the Buddha hall moved, no one spoke, and Jiang Yun was the same.

The music was still playing, and after a while, another monk stood in front of the podium and began to preach again.

The same feeling came again, and the 'Falling Thaumaturgy' was running faster again.

The whole morning was spent in such a process.

Especially in the final stage, after the pure Dharma Zen master came up in person, the solemn atmosphere in the entire Buddhist hall reached its highest peak. The time for him to preach was very short, maybe not ten minutes in total, but Jiang Yun felt that the gain it brought to him was even stronger than the previous monks who had spoken for half an hour.

After finishing the lecture, the pure Dharma Zen master did not say a word, like the dozen or so monks before him, silently retreated, and then the Buddha music gradually stopped.

But no one in the hall was still moving, and everyone seemed to be still in the same feeling as before.

It wasn't until the bell rang at noon that everyone was awakened.

Hundreds of monks in the Buddhist hall stood up one by one and left silently. And the people of the Burial Sword Villa also received it.

Xuan Yan walked over, made a gesture of please, and then said, "Everyone, food has been prepared in the dining hall. After the meal, you will be led to your place of residence for a short rest, and we will have someone to lead you to visit the temple in the afternoon. ”

Make your way to the canteen and eat.

Eating is silent, this kind of rule does not need to be said, but in the huge canteen of Bailong Temple, everyone is indeed abiding by it.

Everyone in the Burial Sword Villa, even Zhao He, would feel a little uncomfortable. In the large dining hall, which can accommodate hundreds of people at a time, there is hardly any noise other than the sound of chewing food.

Jiang Yun didn't dare to speak during the meal, so they hurried to finish eating and left.

After going out, Jiang Yun looked left and right, and found that the disciples of the Burial Sword Villa all looked relieved.

Zhao He said: "For decades, the White Dragon Temple is still like this, there are many rules, and the rules are big, which is really uncomfortable." ”

Jiang Yun nodded with affection, and then thought that he was going to spend an unknown amount of time here...... His face was a little bitter.

But then they didn't discuss much about it, and a monk who looked like a Maitreya Buddha and brought a few Misha to meet him at this moment.

"I am Pure Energy, and my master Xuan has obeyed my orders to take you to your residence in the temple in the next few days."

"I'm tired."

"This is the work of a poor monk." Jing Neng laughed more like Maitreya Buddha.

Walking along with Jingneng all the way, Jiang Yun also chatted with Zhao He about the lecture he had just listened to in the Big Buddha Hall.

"This is a rare opportunity." Zhao He said, "I'm afraid I still have your blessing to hear it." ”

"What do you mean by that?"