In the surging sea of blood, the white-clothed Shenxiu stepped away step by step, and the monstrous blood waves were suppressed by the Buddha who was born one by one under his Buddha chant, and they were calmed down one after another.

The wind roared on both sides, and the blood waves were raging, but the wind and waves were calm in the center.

The white-clothed Shenxiu lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and gently knocked on the wooden fish, as if he didn't see the monstrous blood waves, and walked away step by step.

The figure is like a ghost, fleeting.

Yan Qing and the crow were horrified when they saw it, and frantically drove the sage skull to follow him closely.

In this terrifying sea of blood, only by following him closely can he have the possibility of survival.

The sea of blood was boundless, and they didn't know how big it was, Yan Qing and the crow felt as if they had followed the white-clothed Shenxiu for several years. In the past few years, Yan Qing has not only improved by leaps and bounds in her piano skills, but also improved her cultivation, especially in terms of divine soul.

At this time, even if the "Prologue of the Divine Sound" is no longer played, relying only on personal will, it can resist the sound of the Buddha chant of the white-clothed Shenxiu.

"What is the little monk Shenxiu doing in this sea of blood, isn't his wish to go to the West Heaven to listen to the Buddha talk about Buddhism?"

The crow purred carefully.

Moreover, it found that there was something wrong with the state of the little monk Shenxiu.

"Yan boy, this sea of blood is getting more and more difficult. The crow sighed.

"When has this sea of blood ever been simple?" Yan Qing asked rhetorically.

"Uh...... It's also ......."

I don't know how long they walked, Yan Qing and the crow suddenly saw that in the turbulent sea of blood, there was a dilapidated temple. The temple is not big, just a small one, it looks very dilapidated, it seems that it will collapse immediately at the slightest touch, but it is calm and immobile in this turbulent sea of blood.

And the Buddha is so angry that people can't be underestimated.

Let him be fragmented and rebellious, let him be upside down and quite secluded, I will not move from the eight winds, and my heart will be like a rock!

This is the Buddha's meaning that emanates from that temple.

It seems that that small temple has suppressed this huge and surging sea of blood.

When they got closer, Yan Qing and the crow saw clearly that the temple was originally standing on a black stone mountain, but the black stone mountain was covered by the blood wave and could not be seen for a while.

At this time, the white-clothed Shenxiu stepped on the black stone and walked into the temple.

Yan Qing and the crow also followed closely behind, dragging the two bones onto the Black Stone Mountain. These two bones are extraordinary, how can they be willing to throw them away, as soon as they set foot on the Black Stone Mountain, they immediately take them into their bodies

"This temple is not simple. The crow squinted and watched.

"Nonsense, can the temple built here be simple?" Yan Qing rolled her eyes, besides, the Buddha was so angry, could an ordinary temple have it?

The temple is about dozens of zhang in size, and it seems to be built of ordinary wood, which looks very dilapidated, and I don't know how many years it has existed.

The temple has no name, but at its entrance is a couplet.

Shanglian: Self-view, self-view, no one, no one, ask at this time where your home is at home, know where you are naturally at ease.

Downlink: If the Buddha comes, the Buddha comes to the future, there is a future, there is a future, how can this body come about?

Yan Qing read softly, and the more times she read it, the more she felt the extraordinary nature of this couplet.

At this time, the white-clothed Shenxiu was already sitting in front of the main hall, quietly knocking on the wooden fish in front of the wooden Buddha and chanting scriptures.

The Buddha's ode is like the voice of ten thousand people, such as Huang Zhong Da Lu, exuding the light of the Buddha.

The light of the Buddha is immeasurable, and the weather is myriad.

The sutra symbols that came out of his mouth turned into immeasurable Buddhas in the light of the Buddha.

The Buddha threw flowers, not angry, not stupid.

"This little monk's Dharma is so powerful!" After walking in, the crow exclaimed again, and then said suspiciously: "It's so terrifying, isn't this little monk still a Buddha?"

At this time, Yan Qing and the crow had already sneaked into the temple, this temple was very simple, simple to simple, except for a Daxiong Treasure Hall, there was only one backyard.

In the backyard, Yan Qing and Crowfa saw a Bodhi tree that was more than seven feet tall, but this Bodhi tree had withered and was no longer vigorous.

"Is his grandmother's real or fake, is there really such an anti-heavenly tree as the Bodhi Tree?" As soon as the crow saw the Bodhi tree, his eyes immediately lit up, and he flew away, eager to immediately take it into his arms.

"This is a sacred object for the practice of ginseng, and with this Bodhi tree, it is difficult not to advance by leaps and bounds. Although it has withered, it is also a peerless artifact that can not be encountered......"

The crow smiled, its small eyes narrowed, but it fluttered. That Bodhi tree seems to be just an afterimage left over from ancient times, not a real existence.

At this time, Yan Qing and the crow were stunned, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into hell.

"His grandmother's, this kind of god-like artifact is really not too easy to get. After a long while, the crow came back to his senses, and when he came back to his senses, he calmed down and quietly looked at the afterimage.

"There is actually a Bodhi tree, the monk of this temple is not simple......"

The crow said nonsense again, and then stared at the linden tree with a face full of pity and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity, I can't get anything......"

"Legend has it that cultivating under the Bodhi tree can lead to the path of enlightenment, the epiphany of truth, and the realm of transcendence......"

Yan Qing also had a polite expression on his face, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he found that there were withered Bodhi leaves on the ground. The linden leaf has been washed away from the mesophyll, leaving only the clear, transparent, thin veins of the veins.

Moreover, this Bodhi leaf also has a name, which is called: Bodhi Yarn.

As soon as the Bodhi yarn was in his hands, Yan Qing immediately felt a mysterious feeling, which made him extremely reassured.

"Boy, Yan, what are you holding in your hand?"

After the crow's gaze moved away from the Bodhi tree, he was suddenly attracted by the Bodhi yarn in Yan Qing's hand, and then suddenly pounced towards Yan Qing fiercely, looking desperate.

"It's Bodhi Sha?"

The crow was pleasantly surprised and snatched a leaf from Yan Qing's hand.

"Dead bird, do you still want to be shameless?" Yan Qing was furious.

"Phew, this is not yours, haven't you heard of the treasures of the world, and the virtuous live in them?" The crow said very shamelessly, the pair of small eyes were still turning, as if thinking about whether to continue to snatch the two leaves of Bodhi yarn in Yan Qing's hand.

"Dead bird, if you dare to rob it again, I will fight with you. ”

Yan Qing saw the crow's obscene look, and knew what it was thinking, and immediately put away the two leaves of Bodhi yarn, so as not to be snatched by the crow again.

Fortunately, the crow still had some bottom line, and did not snatch Yan Qing's two-leaf Bodhi yarn again.

"Yan boy, look carefully, see if there is anything in this backyard. After saying that, the crow lay on the ground and looked for it inch by inch, staring at the little eyes and staring at the cracks in the bricks to see if there were any linden leaves falling in the cracks.

One person and one bird touched the small backyard two or three times, and after confirming that there was none, they also stood up.

But when they stood up, they were startled.

Under the withered Bodhi tree, two monks, one old and one young, sat opposite each other, motionless like wooden clay sculptures. The old monk's eyebrows are all white, his face is kind, his eyes are slightly narrowed, his smile is modest and straightforward, his mouth is small, his lips are thin, and his face is full of childishness......

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