(I'm sorry, readers, but the sudden break of a few days is probably heartbreaking, and I'm really sorry.) Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info These days, my health is not good, my cough is not stopping, and there is a very important qualification exam on April 23, which makes it not enough for twenty-four hours a day, so the update of the article has not kept up with the progress, and I apologize to you here, I hope you will forgive me. After this week's exams, I will definitely get back on track to continue to update for you, I hope you will understand and support a lot, thank you! There is a recommendation vote in your hand to vote for the book.,If you don't have a vote, the book will sink.,Woo.... ）

It is said that Wu Hanlin was brutally killed by the wolf spirit in front of Ling Jingtian's eyes, and the lonely Wu Junlin was left pinned on the Xiantong Temple of Wutai Mountain. Ling Jingtian also felt guilty about the death of Wu Hanlin and his wife, and wanted to take care of the young Junlin instead of his husband and wife, so he decided to go up the mountain.

Memories of the past flashed in my mind like a movie screen, remembering the days of cultivation on the mountain for many years, remembering the careful cultivation of Master Xuanzhen over the years, and remembering the reluctance and helplessness on the master's face when he was still vulgar and went down the mountain.

These memories have accompanied Ling Jingtian with guilt for more than 20 years, and he still can't let go of them. I don't know if the master has been relieved about this matter after going down the mountain, and I don't know how the other brothers and sisters are doing after going down the mountain, and I don't know what the master's current physical condition is, and whether he is still as strong as he was back then.

Ling Jingtian walked through the layers of clouds and mist on the mountainside with heavy steps, the huge rocks were covered with simple and deep textures, and the red, yellow and green leaves were inlaid in between, and under the rendering of the setting sun, the colors were as strong as a big oil painting.

I saw an ancient temple standing on the top of the mountain, the glazed tiles of gold and brilliance, the vermilion wall, the majestic gatehouse was solemn and solemn, on the top of the mountain with deep depth, the magnificent temple was covered with antique.

On the door, "Xiantong Temple" three red gold characters, eye-catching, there are two stone lions standing on both sides of the gate, lifelike, the outer wall is engraved with "Amitabha" four golden characters, the golden light is shining.

Ling Jingtian walked down the long stone staircase through the gate of the temple to the front of the courtyard, a little boy about ten years old and dressed in monk's clothes was playing with a small bamboo stick, and when he saw Ling Jingtian, he smiled and said:

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

Ling Jingtian suddenly froze in place, his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at the little boy for a long time and couldn't say a word. He knew in his heart that the little boy in front of him should be Wu Junlin, the son of Wu Hanlin and his wife. Seeing that he was innocent and innocent, but he was so unfortunate that his parents died, Ling was shocked and grieved.

Ling Jingtian sorted out his disordered thoughts, walked towards Wu Junlin with a smile, bent down and said:

"Little friend, do you know where Master Xuanzhen is? I have something to find him. ”

Xiao Junlin looked at Ling Jingtian with big watery eyes, threw down the bamboo stick in his hand, pointed to it and said:

"Master and the brothers are in the house, I'll take you there." After speaking, he dragged Ling Jingtian's hand and walked inside.

Ling Jingtian smiled and followed Xiao Junlin's small steps to keep moving forward, and walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, where people were greeted by three large Buddha statues with shining scales, with their chests exposed, sitting cross-legged on their knees, their hands clasped in front of them, and their faces were smiling, vivid and interesting.

Walking through the Daxiong Hall is the Tuas Hall, where the Thousand-armed Guanyin Bodhisattva is enshrined, and the white body is inlaid with white jade reliefs, which appear more golden and dazzling in the dim light. Opposite Guanyin is a golden armor King Kong, draped all over the body, majestic.

Xiao Junlin pulled Ling Jingtian to the backyard of the temple, only to see a familiar back appear in front of him, majestic but a little clumsy. Ling Jingtian stopped, his excited heart could no longer hide the tears pouring out, he knelt on the ground with a "poof", and said in a choked voice:

"Master, the unfilial disciple Ling Jingtian is back!"

Although he was a nine-foot man, Ling Jingtian had already cried into tears at this time, tears mixed with endless regret and sorrow, while Xiao Junlin on the side was scratching his head and wondering.

And the familiar back slowly turned around, he was dressed in a golden robe, eight feet long, two feet long, his eyebrows were bright, and his face was crawling with traces of time. I saw tears in the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile:

"Apprentice, it's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward to help Ling Jingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, and Xiao Junlin on the side also stepped forward to help, looking at it and laughing.

Recalling that year, Ling Jingtian was trapped by love and resolutely went down the mountain, and Master Xuanzhen couldn't change his mind despite many persuasions, and finally broke away from the master-apprentice relationship with him, and said that he would never communicate with him again in the future.

The grief-stricken Ling was even more guilty after going down the mountain, and he thought of the master who had raised him for many years, although he knew that the master only hated iron and steel, but because of Master Xuanzhen's sentence "I will not get along in the future", I did not dare to set foot on Wutai Mountain for more than 20 years.

It is known that Ling Jingtian is an orphan, who was brought back to Xiantong Temple by Master Xuanzhen for adoption by chance, and has been carefully cultivated for more than 20 years, and can be the most wisely among many disciples, and has always been the best candidate for the next abbot in Master Xuanzhen's mind.

When Ling Jingtian went down the mountain that year, when he took the initiative to hand back the Bodhi Holy Bead and the Soul Eater Dagger (the Soul Devouring Sword after the change in form), Master Xuanzhen signaled that only he should leave the Soul Devouring Dagger, and the Bodhi Holy Bead (the string of Buddha beads used by Ling Jingtian) was kept on his body, hoping that he would not forget his original intention and continue to cultivate after he went down the mountain.

Ling Jingtian also knew that his master's intentions were good, and he took the Bodhi Holy Pearl down the mountain, although he was still vulgar and went down the mountain, but he insisted on cultivating for many years, and his cultivation was also growing day by day.

"Master, have you been doing well for so many years? I am not filial, and I have not had the face to come back to see you for so many years! The nine-foot man Ling said with tears in his words.

"Disciple, it's not a coincidence that you went up the mountain today, I think something big must have happened." Master Xuanzhen sighed and said with a frown.

Ling Jingtian was not surprised that Master Xuanzhen had not yet predicted the prophet, but seeing that a great disaster was about to befall the Yang Realm, the evil spirits began to do evil continuously, and the living beings were devastated, making people panic. He then let out a long sigh and said:

"Master, this time I went up the mountain for two things. The first is to inform Master that there is a rare beast spirit in the Yang Realm that cannot be encountered in a hundred years..."

"What? What did you just say? Master Xuanzhen's eyes widened and he asked with a panicked expression.

Ling Jingtian looked at Xiao Junlin, who was playing not far away, then at Master Xuanzhen, and said:

"Master, I only went up the mountain this time, and I guess you already know that Wu Hanlin and his wife have encountered an accident. They traveled thousands of miles to Wutong Village to find the assistance of their disciples, but the disciples were not talented, which not only made Mr. Wu suffer the pain of losing his wife, but also let his life die in front of his disciples. ”

Ling Jingtian looked at the innocent and lovely little Junlin, and felt a little guilty in his heart, he shook his head lightly and continued:

"That night, Mr. Wu Hanlin was brutally killed in front of me by the beast spirit, which was a wolf spirit parasitic on the body of a wolf. It was extremely ferocious, and its appearance had no precursor to breath, and it had already bitten Mr. Wu's head alive in an instant, and even the thousand-armed Arhats used by his disciples fell into a vicious fight. ”

Ling Jingtian took out the string of Buddhist beads he had used that night from his pocket, and a small crack appeared on one of the beads of the Buddha beads.

In fact, the string of Buddha beads in Ling Jingtian's hand is the Bodhi Holy Bead, which is one of the six great spiritual treasures of Buddhism, and it is extremely precious. At that time, Xiantong Temple had two of the six great treasures. One is the Soul Eater Dagger (Soul Eater Sword), and the other is the Bodhi Holy Bead.

The sacred bead is made up of twelve beads, and each moment of the bead is a thousand-year-old bodhi seed that has absorbed the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, and it will glow with a faint purple light even at night. Created hundreds of years ago by the supreme Buddha, the mana is boundless and can transform into various forms to ward off evil spirits.

Master Xuanzhen saw that there was an obvious crack in the Bodhi Holy Bead in Ling Jingtian's hand, and he knew that Ling Jingtian had encountered a fierce enemy.

It is said that each bead of the Bodhi Holy Bead is a thousand-year-old Bodhi seed full of the essence of the sun and the moon, which is extremely hard, and it is definitely not something that can be hurt by ordinary things in the world, so the wolf spirit encountered by Ling Jingtian is definitely not a thing in the pool.

However, the Bodhi Bead has been handed down for hundreds of years, and it is not that it has never been damaged, but every crack that appears after a battle takes up to ten years to heal on its own, and if the bead continues to appear new cracks before the old rift heals, then the Bodhi Bead is at risk of being permanently destroyed.