After the evil people left, many people in the Baotang Temple finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense atmosphere inside and outside gradually returned to normal, and their tense hearts could finally be relieved.

The night is still beautiful.

The air is still fresh.

It's just that those who die will never be able to enjoy it.

Not long after, there was another noise in the Baotang Temple. It's all because of this person from the Baotang Temple - Ling Xingnan, a traitor from Xingyun Villa.

Here, this person and those things are almost a household name. Nebula Villa and many righteous people took great pains to arrest him......

Two years have passed, and it has never been possible......

No, on this special day tonight, he came unexpectedly.

There are many contradictions in the hearts of everyone, especially the people of Nebula Villa.

Thinking of this, although it is something that has been a long time ago. But there are some things that can never be easily forgotten in people's hearts, and hatred is one of them.

Ling Xingnan's back was still facing away from all the people in the temple, and no one saw his expression at this time, and his heart must have been very uneasy......

The cold wind blew, and it couldn't drive away the fire that slowly drilled out of everyone's hearts, maybe it was excitement, or the seeds of hatred were sprouting.

Suddenly, there was a shock. Ling Xingnan's trembling body fell against the cold wind...... As if he couldn't withstand the cold wind, he collapsed.

At this time, an old monk with a wide robe and big sleeves walked over in two steps, and walked straight to the depths of the backyard of Baotang Temple with Ling Xingnan, who was no longer awake......

No one was going to stop them, probably because they were all weirdos.

This night was really unusual, with a cold wind blowing non-stop.

This night was really not peaceful, and people's hearts were in turmoil.

However, it was still in an unusual and unquiet situation......

On the second day, the sun's rays pierced the clouds, and most of the head was poked out, hanging diagonally in the clouds.

The wind in the early morning, very cool and fresh. Blowing on the face and brushing on the body, there is a refreshing feeling, which can make people forget the sorrow and troubles of last night.

At this time, the bell of Baotang Temple buzzed and rumbled, and the sound sounded dull and weak, changing from the melodious and loud sound of the past.

It's no wonder that Baotang Temple experienced a once-in-a-century catastrophe last night. If you can survive today, it is also considered lucky......

On the cliff of the mountain behind Baotang Temple, there is a lava cave one day. The temple is designated as a forbidden place, and only the abbot and elders of the temple are allowed to enter. This is the secret that the little monks remember a few days before the entrance is not a secret.

At this time, the sunlight shines through the mouth of the cave, and it is refracted far through the narrow cave, as if it is much brighter than usual. The ground in the cave was not damp, and the walls of the cave were concave and convex, which had been folded back and forth several times, blocking out the noise of the outside world, and it seemed quiet everywhere.

Up to the innermost part of the cave, there is a natural stone chamber.

In the stone room, the diameter is about three zhang deep. The stone walls are carved with reliefs of simple Arhats and Buddha statues, perhaps because they are too old to look very clear.

There is a green lantern, a bottle of ancient Buddha, and a futon in the room...... There is also a ruined stone bed deep in the corner.

The room was indeed very quiet, and in the dim light of the green light, there sat an old monk on the futon in front of the stone statue of the ancient Buddha, so old that his hair and beard had almost lost all his face, and his face could not be seen clearly, because his back was to the light......

There was still a man lying on the broken stone bed, motionless, as if he was asleep or dead......

The old monk has settled down, not moving like a mountain, and suddenly forgets everything about what is in front of him and behind him, as if he can stand for a hundred years without falling down......

In the stone room, a gentle breeze was flowing, and the flames of the green lanterns swayed from side to side.

Soon, there was a slight sound of breathing in the stone chamber, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and sometimes short......

The old monk's ears moved slightly, and he had returned from his meditation, and he seemed to have noticed it. With a movement of his shoulder, he struck a broken wooden fish in front of the futon gently, slowly, slowly, slowly......

Knock, knock, knock......

Like the sound of the ding dong of the spring flowing, it is continuous and unstoppable.

And the chaotic breathing sound in the room seemed to be affected by the sound of the wooden fish, and it also became continuous and slender.

As soon as I breathed in and out, I was already running along with the rhythm of the wooden fish.

Gradually, the breathing became quieter and more even.

At this time, the sound of the old monk beating the wooden fish also stopped.

In the stone chamber, calm was restored.

On this day, the sun sets in the western mountains.

In the quiet stone room, there was some noise. The man lying on the stone bed finally moved...... He also moaned softly, although the voice was very soft, but it still disturbed the old monk sitting on the futon.

The old monk got up slowly, probably to move his muscles and bones a little.

In fact, the old monk's face is also as white as paper, and his face is bloodless, maybe it is because he has not seen the light of day in this stone room for many years, right?

He walked over to the man lying on the stone bed, reached out to check his pulse, and after a long time let go......

The old monk didn't say a word.

He was about to reach out to the man's bosom when his hand suddenly froze in the air and stopped...... After half ringing, withdraw the ......

Obviously, it was a trade-off between the ups and downs of thoughts.

The old monk still walked back to the futon and sat down, and began to close his eyes and recuperate again......

After a while, the man on the stone bed moved a few more times. This time, the movement was obviously much larger than the arc just now.

"Ahem...... cough ......" came from the man on the stone bed with a violent coughing sound.

Slowly, he struggled to prop himself up from the stone bed and sat up.

"Awake?"

The man seemed to be startled by the voice, but he had just woken up and had not yet figured out where he was. He followed the sound and looked around, and only then did he see everything in the stone room, including the old monk who had just spoken.

"You...... Cough...... Cough...... I...... This is in ...... Where is it?"

The person who was lying on the bed and talking was Ling Xingnan.

The old monk sitting in Zen on the opposite side is, of course, an old monk out of thin air.

"Don't panic, you have internal injuries...... If you need a good rest, you might as well lie down. Out of thin air, the monk still did not get up, sat on the futon and said.

"Thank you...... The master saved me......" Ling Xingnan said with a hard time.

"Don't be polite, if you want to say that you saved us......" The monk replied out of thin air.

Ling Xingnan was silent for a while, and seemed to remember something.

"Donor, are you really my senior brother Jingxian's disciple?" said the monk out of thin air, slowly opening his eyes.

At this time, the old monk was already sitting in front of the indoor green light, his pale face was under Ling Xingnan's eyes, and the facial lines and ravines on his forehead really left countless footprints.

"Yes...... However, ......" Ling Xingnan's answer has a positive meaning, but it also has a turning point.

When the monk heard this, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What's ......?"

"However, the junior and Master Jingxian only have a one-day master-apprentice relationship, and he ......," Ling Xingnan said.

"One day...... Alas, no wonder! I see that your meridians are very abnormal, and the breath in your body is chaotic, scattering several strands of true qi, hedging against each other...... And you don't seem to know much about the operation method of my Buddha's True Qi, otherwise you wouldn't have possessed the supreme true qi of the Buddha's Sect, and you would be useless! It's a pity, it......'s a pity," the monk said with a sigh out of thin air.

"When my senior brother passed away, you were the only one present, right?" asked the monk out of thin air.

"Yes, the junior is with Master Jingxian...... He alone resisted the siege of the evil monarch's mother and son and the four sons of the evil way, and he only hated the junior for his low martial arts at that time, and he couldn't help Master Jingxian......" Ling Xing said.

"Alas, the doom...... In this way, the martial arts of the evil king are far superior to those of the evil kings of the past?" asked thoughtfully.

"That's right, Master Jing Xian also said that the current Evil Monarch has cultivated to the supreme evil skill 'Evil God Magic'......" Ling Xingnan said.

"The evil god magic has been lost for hundreds of years, and I don't want to let the evil lord succeed in cultivating again...... By the way, what are the last words of my senior brother when he dies?"

Ling Xingnan reclined on the stone bed, as if he had suddenly come to his senses, he moved his body slightly sideways before continuing: "When Master Jingxian passed away, I specially asked the juniors to come to Baotang Temple to find Master You...... out of thin air."

Hearing the words out of thin air, two dazzling rays of light suddenly burst out of his originally slightly closed eyes, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"What...... What did he ask you to do with me?"

Ling Xingnan endured the sharp pain in his body, and with great difficulty, he put his hand into his arms and took out the Buddha Slaughter Bead that was hidden close to him......

"Master Jingxian asked me to hand over this Buddha Slaughter Bead to the master for safekeeping...... Only the Buddha slaughters pearls in the Buddha's door, and must not fall into the hands of evil demons. Ling Xingnan continued.

When the monk saw the Buddha Slaughter Bead in Ling Xingnan's hand, he was really refreshed. He immediately got up from the futon, walked over, and took the Buddha Gate Supreme Treasure 'Buddha Slaughter Bead' from Ling Xingnan's hand, and began to study it carefully.

The monk looked at it silently for a long time, as if admiring a peerless art treasure.

Ling Xingnan didn't affect him, silently looking at this strange expression out of thin air.

At the end, I only heard a faint sigh out of thin air, and said: "Alas, this is indeed the treasure of my Buddhism." It's just that if this bead is preserved, it will bring more misfortune to my Buddhism in the future...... Senior brother, senior brother, didn't you think of this? Now the evil path is strong, and the righteous path is sinking. If this pearl is not protected and falls into the hands of the evil sect and the demon sect, won't I help the abuse?"

Ling Xingnan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard that the monk seemed to be talking to himself.

He thought to himself: "Isn't this monk out of thin air too excited when he sees Buddha Tuzhu and loses his mind? Otherwise, what would he be talking about?" ”

At that time, the monk was still obsessively admiring the Buddha Tu Zhu in his hand, and seemed to have forgotten the injured Ling Xingnan in front of him. There was a relaxed smile on his face, and a solemn one moment he was too rigid......

Ling Xingnan lay quietly on the bed and didn't make a sound to disturb him, just glanced around, he had already learned that he was in a quiet cave in the belly of the mountain, and it seemed that he was still cultivating in the place where the monk had been cultivating for many years.

At this time, the monk suddenly asked, "Little donor, in addition to the true power that my senior brother taught you, where did the other messy true power scattered in your meridians come from?"

"This ...... The younger generation doesn't know very well, but when Master Jingxian passed away, he used the Buddha Tu Zhu to cross a body of true power into the body of the younger generation, and later the master said that I am blessed, and I actually introduced the true power infused into the body by the senior monks of the Buddha Tu Zhu......" Ling Xingnan replied.

"I see, it's just a pity...... You have not practiced the supreme cultivation method of my Buddhism, and although you have a peerless true power of the Buddha, you cannot fuse several strands of true power and use them for your own use. On the contrary, it also affects the normal exertion of your own true power, and now even the power of my Jingxian Senior Brother who has passed on your true power cannot be exerted...... "Out of thin air."

Ling Xingnan naturally knew this very well, and now he was constantly entangled by the true power of several strands of intersecting and hybridity in his body, and he was often in pain.