"Don't be nervous, after so many years, we have always followed cause and effect, but if you ask for something, you must give benefits, and this rule can't be changed."

Perhaps because he was in a good mood when he got the green turtle, the red-clothed ferryman explained to Lin Yun very rarely, signaling that Lin Yun didn't have to be so nervous.

Then he waved his hands, and a golden token appeared in front of Lin Yun's eyes.

"There's not much of this stuff left, use one piece less than one! With it, you can directly enter the Burial Buddha Plateau, and of course only a little earlier than others. ”

After the red-clothed ferryman gave the golden token to Lin Yun, he waved his hand again, and a worn-out jade slip appeared in front of the others, and even Qing'er and Xing Honghong did not fall.

"Take it, this is your chance, it's easy to grasp, there are still some good things in the Buried Buddha Plateau!"

After giving these things, the red-clad ferryman returned to the stern of the boat, and shook the oars to keep the ferry heading west.

Lin Yun found that the other party had no malicious intent, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then motioned to the torture force to put away the jade slips, and at the same time took the golden token floating in front of him in his hand and quietly studied it.

At this time, the red-clothed ferryman did not pay attention to them at all, but just placed the black cage containing the turquoise turtle beside him and wrapped it in a cold breath, as if he was worried that the thing would escape.

When Lin Yun's divine sense probed the golden token, a golden Buddhist text emanated from the golden token. The golden token instantly stuck into Lin Yun's palm, and finally turned into a golden 'quasi' word that shone brightly.

In addition to this token, Lin Yun also got a worn-out jade slip, at this time he did not continue to check, but sat down, closed his eyes and felt the strange feeling in his palm.

Originally, Lin Yun's cultivation of the Dharma had dissipated when Miao Feng recast his meridians, but now he found that this token actually contained a strong Dharma, and this golden Dharma slowly merged with his own Yuan Force.

This shocked Lin Yun, although he is a disciple of Buddhism, but the main practice method he is practicing now is the Nine Deaths Xuangong, which does not belong to the Dharma, and is closer to the Daomen Xuangong, and the Dharma and the Dao are very different, at this time, they can be fused, making their Yuan Li have a trace of Buddhism.

Of course, most of this Dharma is offset by the Yuan Force, and only a small part of it is fused with the Yuan Force and turned into a more powerful energy than the Yuan Force hidden in the depths of the meridians.

Driving above the bitter sea, Lin Yun couldn't feel the passage of time at all, and when he opened his eyes again, he could already see the shore.

"Alright, let's go! It's up to you how many opportunities you get! ”

After the red-clothed ferryman pulled the ferry to the shore, he said to Lin Yun and motioned for Lin Yun to hurry ashore.

He didn't seem to like to be close to the Burial Buddha Plateau, and the urge was already obvious.

Lin Yun didn't drag it out at the moment, and took everyone directly to the shore.

He glanced at the scene in front of him, and the shore was an open field, unusually wide, and there was a dense wooden house a hundred meters from the shore.

The wooden houses are surrounded by a long wooden fence, like a small village.

At the very front of this wooden house, there is a two-story bamboo building, and the first floor of the bamboo building has no walls, and there is a thin old monk sitting in it.

When the red-clothed ferryman appeared, the old monk opened his eyes directly, and suddenly a shocking momentum rushed towards the red-clothed ferryman, and the vast feeling was as unfathomable as if he was sitting in the realm of forgetfulness and facing the master.

Fortunately, Lin Yun had already gone ashore at this time, otherwise he would definitely be the first to be overwhelmed by this momentum.

"Old fellow, your arrogant days won't last long!"

The red-clothed ferryman was very jealous of the old monk, waved his hand to disperse the momentum of the impact, and then released a cruel word and prepared to leave.

And at this time, the cage in which he imprisoned the turquoise turtle suddenly exploded, and the turquoise turtle instantly rushed to the shore.

Even if the red-clothed ferryman reacted immediately, he couldn't stop him in time.

"Boom!"

A violent and cold aura suddenly emanated from the red-clothed ferryman's body, and with a wave of his hands, a huge red hand suddenly manifested in the air and grabbed in the direction of the emerald turtle's escape.

The speed of this big red hand was amazing, and even if the green turtle landed one step earlier, it would not be able to escape its enveloping range.

"You've crossed the line!"

When the big red hand was about to grab the green turtle, the old monk sitting in the bamboo tower moved, and instantly blocked the big red hand, and the shocking shout directly washed away the magic power of the red-clothed ferryman.

The turquoise turtle took advantage of this gap to rush towards the Burial Buddha Plateau, but when it approached the edge of the Burial Buddha Plateau, it was stopped by an invisible barrier, and it was unable to travel at all.

"What His Holiness wants, how can you stop it, if you really don't know how to advance or retreat, I'm afraid it won't be me who came today!"

The red-clothed ferryman waved his hand again above the bitter sea, and countless red rays shot towards the old monk like arrows.

At the same time, the threat in his words was extremely strong, and even Lin Yun, who had retreated into the distance, was shocked.

Listening to the meaning of this red-clothed ferryman, there is a more powerful existence in the sea of suffering.

"Hmph, the evil devil dares to call himself a venerable one, how can the holy land of Buddhism allow you to go wild?"

The old monk spat out the Dharma, and the golden mangs around his body skyrocketed, canceling out the red mangs that attacked one by one.

The battle between the two alarmed the monks in the wooden house, and when they saw that it was the red-clothed ferryman who was fighting against the old monk, they did not dare to approach this side at all, for fear of accidentally offending the other party.

And they were also surprised that this old monk had been here for countless years and had hardly moved.

didn't expect the red-clothed ferryman to alarm him after he appeared, and now the two are still fighting.

Lin Yun led everyone away from the two of them again, and he could feel that these two people seemed to have surpassed the strength of the Nirvana Realm.

Especially this old monk, in fact, his aura is stronger than that of the Whale King of the day, and he may even have stepped into the immortal realm.

Lin Yun didn't expect that there would be such a master in the Xuanhuang Realm, and he was also a member of the Buddhist Sect.

Of course, the two of them only attacked each other from a distance, and it seemed that there was some kind of restriction, the red-clothed ferryman could not climb the Burial Buddha Plateau, and the old monk could not step into the sea of suffering.

At this time, the turquoise turtle was still trying to hit the barrier of the Burial Buddha Plateau, and at this time, only the two people who were fighting and Lin Yun found its traces.

The other monks were attracted by the battle between the old monk and the red-clothed ferryman, and did not see this at all.