The bell rang for a long time, and the yellow fruit tree trembled and fell leaves again, which shocked the whole temple to gather, from the presiding officer to the mysterious monk who was busy burning the fire.

There are many trees in Tanghua Temple, and there is only one tree that can look at the Buddha. It is yellowed and withered, but it will never fall. The strange branches of the tree are crooked, and there are a lot of red ropes on them, so that they have a high status in the hearts of the monks of Tanghua Temple, as if they are on the top of the many temples and steps, extremely sacred and pure.

The last time the leaves fell was when black smoke hit the Netherworld, and the host released the prophecy that the seal would be broken, but why did the leaves fall this time?

The monks' eyes were full of the gentleness of the Buddha, and when they cast their eyes on the Huangguo tree, they all had a longing to understand what it had to say. But it whispers forever, and only one person can hear its voice at the moment. It is a wonderful sentence like a Buddha, more beautiful than the words of the scriptures, because it is purer, with only the simplest emotional changes.

The host was still dressed in an ordinary robe, and the simple wooden stick in his hand supported him to walk through the path made by the monks and stand in front of the yellow fruit tree.

The monks, who were already speechless, were quieter at this time because of respect and faith, looking at the host and waiting for him to speak. But this is a tedious process of perception, and it takes them a long time, but the monk is calm, and he puts his hands together like this, makes a Buddhist ceremony, and begins a long wait that does not know when it will end.

The orange-yellow light of the early morning overhead is gradually replaced by dark brown clouds, and they appear in the sky in an instant. And no matter how much has changed, the temple in the great wilderness remains unchanged, only the bell pierces through the past and the present, and resounds through the world.

The old presiding officer stretched out his withered hand, like the rough bark of a yellow fruit tree, and he touched the ancient tree lightly, hoping to find out some reason for its trembling, but to no avail. Then, he finally saw some, vague dreams like dreams, which kept coming to his mind, and made him quickly realize some mysteries.

The image was not a specific person, not something, not a text, but a flash of light, like a dark brown cloud overhead, flashing continuously, like thunder, no less powerful than a mountain torrent and tsunami. They are raging in the host's brain, and they are also like a kind of warning, like a demon god descending into the world, and all living beings have become soot and black charcoal.

The host didn't let go of his hand for a long time, because although the light stopped appearing in front of the closed eyes, it didn't stop changing. The light, faint or bright, wriggled in the darkness of the eyes, like the change of clouds, even if the movement was very small, but it would never cease until it died out and became another existence.

Waiting, the long wait seems to have passed 10,000 years with his eyes closed, but the host has long been used to it, and he has the determination, because he has been guarding the Great Wilderness for hundreds of years. So this little time was nothing, and he gradually felt that his body was completely dry, like bones. And this wall of the Buddhas of the Southern Heaven also dissipated when the monks turned into ashes.

Regardless of whether he is a gold brick or red tile, or a glass flower pot, he is an extremely fragile existence in the face of time, even if the Buddha statue in the hall is enshrined with incense in the world, sooner or later it will fall off the gold paint, and even the whole will dissipate into ashes. But the faith is eternal, and at this moment, the presiding officer's belief in the Buddha in his heart makes him see the strange color again.

The previously colorful and chaotic colors gradually ordered, showing a peaceful light in the eyes of the host. This light seems to be blessed by the true Buddha, hanging high in the clouds, and finally even has the potential to break through the shackles of the Great Wilderness and go to the outside world. It rose and fell in the firmament, but eventually left the place and went to nowhere.

Looking at the sky, the arcane world outside can only see a little. In the eyes of the monks, the host held his head high, not knowing what he was looking at. But after being silent for a long time, he finally put down his dry hand, opened his mouth gently, and spit out all the insoluble mysteries.

What will the moderator see?

The mysterious monk stood behind the monks, standing on tiptoe and looking forward. When the senior brothers around him saw it, they whispered reminders and warnings for a while, but no matter how many hands he pulled, he stubbornly looked forward. For him, the slightest look of the host is enough for him to pay attention. In his eyes, presiding is not only a symbol of majesty and true Buddha, but also a kind and teacher-like existence.

The handsome little monk is already twelve years old, although he does not touch the slightest bit of meat, but the staple food of somen has never been missing, so he is also quite tall. But compared to those walker monks, the Arhat Buddhas are still much shorter, so they can't see the host at all, but their voice can be heard clearly.

"It's okay, let's go back. ”

This voice is incomparably plain and powerful, but the majesty is not lacking, this is the real Buddha-like host, as the strongest stone pillar of the wall of the Buddhas in the South Heaven, it is hard to support a piece of the sky of Tanghua Temple. If it weren't for acquaintance, who would have thought that this voice was made by an old man with a toothless mouth?

When the host said that there was nothing to do, it was really nothing, and no one doubted it. But after nothing happens, it is a major event that cannot be changed, but the host does not choose to interfere.

"Host, there's some movement in the wasteland, don't we care?"

Since there was nothing to do, the senior monk talked about other things, and it happened that all the monks were there. But the presiding officer asked what was the matter, and with his strength, how could he not know? But since he asked, the monk answered. In the hearts of the monks, he represents the absolute command, and he has that strength, which encompasses all aspects.

"The people of the Optimus Sect have done it. ”

This high monk's eyes showed worry, the people of the Qingtian Sect cared about Xia Xiao far more than before this time, they felt a little strange, but the successive notices of the academy made it difficult for them to act. However, this time, it was obvious that Xia Xiao and Ah Candle had appeared in the wasteland, but how could they get so close to Tanghua Temple?

"Where?"

"Two hundred miles northeast. ”

When they heard this, everyone in the temple didn't understand, even if they could hide their breath, they shouldn't go to such a deep place. Ke presided over thinking for a moment, walked away from Huangguoshu with a cane, and said lightly:

"Xia Xiao's matter, we don't ask. ”

"But the host, the direction he is moving in is obviously Tanghua Temple, which can also be said to be the south of the South China Sea. ”

"There is a natural opportunity in it, and we can't see through it, so we don't want to affect its development. ”

"But if you don't go alone, you can't help but have a cold attitude. ”

The host stopped and nodded in agreement, he had a very high reputation because he listened to everyone's opinions and did not have a high shelf, but the answer given this time surprised them a little.

"Then send Xuan Miao to be a representative. ”

When Xuan Miao, who was standing behind the crowd, heard this, he immediately jumped up happily, without the appearance of a monk. But the host believes in him so much, he should be happy. But when he squeezed through the crowd and ran for a long time to come to the presiding officer to salute gratefully, another eminent monk spoke:

"Xuan Miao doesn't read much scriptures on weekdays, thinks all day long, doesn't have enough epiphany, and his cultivation is still low. Even if you want to send someone, you can't let him, please think twice. ”

"What Master Bai Lin said is reasonable, so bring him with you. ”

The host was halfway through speaking, looking at Xuan Miao.

"He is the opposite of you, and he should be allowed to see the last side of Xuyun. ”

Although the person sent by the host is not a big person, it can be regarded as meeting the request of the monk in disguise. The latter knew the goods and no longer said a word, but was silent for the time being. And even if Xuan Miao was happy, she suppressed her excitement and solemnly performed a Buddhist ceremony, not straightening her waist for a long time.

In fact, when the senior monk objected, Xuan Miao felt that she had no chance, but the host's insistence moved him very much. I thought in my heart that I would definitely not disappoint the host's high hopes.

Master Bai Lin and several senior monks left behind the host, and the monks quickly dispersed to continue their homework. They live with self-discipline, like elves in the clouds. And when Master Bai Lin and the senior monks asked about the meaning of the host, and even began to argue, the mysterious little monk straightened his waist.

The little monk knew that Xia Xiao was a demon, and he also knew that one of the responsibilities of Tanghua Temple was to eliminate demons, and he knew how to face Xia Xiao. The difference in their strength is huge, but faith makes him full of strength. Therefore, he walked towards him with his head held high, his face full of righteousness.

Even if he doesn't like to read the Bible, he still reads it, and he reads it thoroughly, and when he is fascinated, he still reads it under the covers. He did love to think cranky, but he never thought about things that he shouldn't think, but about the contents of the scriptures and the things of the world. The masters and monks all said that he was not suitable for a monk, and only the host would solve his doubts. Compared with most stubborn monks, the host knows better that if you want to become a Buddha, you must see through the world and red dust, rather than run away.

At a young age, you have to do enough things and think about enough problems to make great achievements in the future. This is the truth that the host quietly told Xuan Miao, so when the little monk Xuan Miao was not lazy, carrying a deflated bag on his back, carrying a large lantern that had not been lit, and stepping on the boundless wasteland, the host was watching him from the depths of the temple.

This is the first time that the mysterious monk has come out of the wasteland, so he is a little scared, but his eyes are firm, facing the distance in the direction, something big has happened.

Xia Xiao and the eight walked in the huge wasteland as before, the barren grass here was much shorter and less, no longer like the fertile grass and reeds by the river, but they were flattened in an instant, and cracked and turbulent. And this kind of movement that shocked the eight people was sent out by the elders of the Optimus Heaven Sect!

The murderer who suddenly fell to the ground rushed out an extremely wide beam of vitality, and the roar was like thunder, deafening.

"Xia Xiao, suffer death!"

"I won't die if you die!"

Before Li Ming and Ah Candle could react, Xia Xiao had already rushed out. A punch reflected the red wasteland, brightening the permanently dark and depressing Qiankun, and it was also so startled that Ah Candle hurriedly hid behind him, and the six of them were even more fartful, slapping the burning clothes while rubbing the flames and the side of the bombed place.

Xia Xiao, the demon who had been reining in, finally showed his sharp minions at this time. There is no beast that does not eat people, and there is no poisonous snake that does not attack, and the fierce beast that has been suppressed has become more ferocious due to the tolerance of time.

Li Ming's cold face was still expressionless, but his eyes were full of consternation, because Xia Xiao's punch was only the beginning of a brutal offensive. Suddenly, the flames rose again, and a fierce mastiff like a tiger and a lion had the potential to crush the thunder.