The welcoming monk didn't care, he had seen all kinds of people, however, when he was about to speak, an old voice suddenly recited the Buddha's name behind him.

"Amitabha. ”

This Buddha horn, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and there is a great freedom and freedom in it, and compared with the Buddha name of the welcoming monk just now, there is a little bit of small family spirit in it.

"Abbot. ”

The welcoming monk was stunned when he heard this voice, hurriedly folded his hands, and saluted the old monk behind him.

The old monk was wearing an ordinary yellow-clothed monk's robe and did not wear a robe, but Qin Lin saw that the old man's Buddha nature was so rich that it almost turned into substance.

Qin Lin was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, if this Buddha nature was said to be a Buddha cultivator in the Yuan Infant Period, he would not be surprised, after all, with the longevity of the Yuan Infant Period for a thousand years, it is normal to accumulate so much over time, however, Qin Lin carefully observed and found that this old monk did not have any cultivation on his body.

It can be said that this old monk is relying on his own Buddha nature, relying on his own Buddha heart, and forcibly piling up such a body of Buddha nature, if you have to use one word to describe it, it is a great monk.

"Hello. ”

For such a person, Qin Lin couldn't help but feel a little respectful, his hands were folded, although he didn't chant the Buddha's name, but with the status of the Styx Demon Venerable, giving such respect to a mortal was already a supreme honor.

Although the old monk didn't wear a robe, it was obvious that whether he wore a robe or not meant much to him anymore, and the breath of compassion and freedom came from him, Qin Lin even dared to believe that as long as this old man wanted to, he could become a Buddha on the ground!

Boundless Temple...... Boundless Temple......

Qin Lin frowned, the name of this temple in his mind seemed to have been lingering in his mind, as if there was something crucial that he had forgotten.

After searching for his memory, there was no shadow of this old monk, but the old monk in front of him did give Qin Lin a very familiar feeling.

"The poor monk has seen the benefactor. ”

The abbot of Jianjing clasped his hands together, bent down, and performed a Buddhist lecture to Qin Lin.

"Hehe, the deity Styx, I've seen the abbot. ”

Qin Lin nodded and replied.

And the welcoming monk who was standing next to him frowned, Styx, what do you mean? wanted to scold, but found that there was no fluctuation on his abbot's face, as if it should have been like this, which made the welcoming monk stop talking.

Of course he didn't know, it was just a politeness, in the world of cultivating immortals, people said their own Dao name, as if they were introducing themselves, and if Qin Lin claimed to be Qin Lin, it was okay, but compared to this, Qin Lin was still more accustomed to calling himself Styx.

Of course, calling one's own deity does have a little bit of middle two in it, but Qin Lin has long been accustomed to this title, of course, in the eyes of others, there is still a little bit of pretending to be forced in it.

"Oh, the donor is that world?" Abbot Jianjing's words were ethereal, although he was asking, but there was no fluctuation in his tone, quiet and peaceful.

Qin Lin shook his head, he naturally knew what the old monk meant when he said that world, it was the world of martial artists and cultivators, but he was not.

"I'm the world above. ”

Qin Lin thought for a while and said slowly.

Abbot Jianjing's face showed a bit of abruptness at this time, his hands were folded, and he recited a few Buddha horns, and then said to Qin Lin again, "In this way, then it is no wonder." ”

Qin Lin smiled slightly, as he expected, the old man in front of him knew the existence of immortal cultivators, and when he reached the realm of the old man in front of him, even if he didn't deliberately practice, he would naturally feel the power of heaven and earth, which was also the opportunity for the first batch of immortal cultivators to appear, and this was also the reason why the old monk came out, after all, Qin Lin did not hide his aura this time.

"There are a bit of a lot of people here, and I have one thing that I need to trouble the abbot. Qin Lin looked at the fanatical believers on the steps who had already seen the voice of the abbot of Jianjing, and the sound of kowtowing and bowing became more and more urgent, everyone seemed to want to behave like the abbot of Jianjing, and the originally gentle voice suddenly intensified.

Abbot Jianjing looked at the people below, sighed, recited a Buddha name, and his face was a little helpless, to be honest, his original intention was not like this, who would have thought that it would become like this in the end.

"The abbot doesn't have to worry about it, these people may want to be like this. ”

Qin Lin said.

"Amitabha, it should be so. ”

Abbot Jianjing's emotion didn't last long, and he waved his hand at the door of the temple, motioning for Qin Lin to follow him in.

Qin Lin nodded, and followed behind Master Jianjing, there are too many people here, it is indeed not suitable to say some things, although it seems that the fanatical believers here do not have any rational appearance, but Qin Lin still does not have the habit of talking about things in so many people.

Following the back of the old monk, the furnishings are the same as ordinary temples, and the diameter of the gate goes straight to see a large incense platform, and there are a few green smoke emitted on it, obviously, and in front of the incense platform, there are a few futons specially placed for those pilgrims to kneel and worship, and the pilgrims kneeling on one of the futons have words in their mouths, and even Qin Lin's ears are not very clear what they are saying.

Although in tens of thousands of years, Qin Lin has seen many of these fanatics, and this kind of pediatrics is still a child, but even if he sees so much, Qin Lin still doesn't quite understand what this group of people are thinking in their heads.

Behind the incense platform, there is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the door of the hall is wide open, Qin Lin can see from the outside that there are dozens of Buddha statues guarding the top, it should be the Buddha, right? Qin Lin thought about it carefully, and felt that it was a little different from the guy in his impression.

Anyway, seeing the appearance of this group of people, it is really difficult for Qin Lin to associate the Buddha in his impression with this group of Buddha statues, for example, this sign is written on Manjushri Bodhisattva, with a square face, and the head is full of curly hair, but compared with the guy in Qin Lin's impression, hehe, don't say it, it's too far away, and the ghost knows why the melon seed face turned into curly hair.

However, if you look closely, the faces of these Buddha statues seem to have been copied and pasted, and in one word, each one of them has a kind eyebrow.

Qin Lin glanced at it with a little Dao Eye, and felt very bored, and took his eyes back, feeling that it was not interesting, and Abbot Jianjing had no intention of bringing himself to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The monks who came and went saw the abbot of Jianjing, everyone put their hands together, and made a Buddhist salute to him, and felt a little angry about Qin Lin behind the abbot of Jianjing, but he didn't ask much, and he also smiled and performed a Buddhist ceremony, recited Amitabha, and started his own thing.

Qin Lin is not the kind of person who is not polite, he smiled and nodded to everyone, like a spring breeze.

Although the whole Wuya Temple is very large, but it is only for the temple, just walked for three minutes, the two of them walked in front of an ancient temple, compared with the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the front hall, this ancient temple looks very old, and Qin Lin compared this ancient temple with the buildings just passed, all the buildings in the front hall add up to the years can not be compared with this ancient temple.

"Donor, it's here. ”

Finally, when he walked to the ancient temple, Master Jianjing stopped reciting a Buddha name.

"Oh, what are you bringing me here for?"

Qin Lin didn't understand a little, of course, with his eyes, he could naturally see that the Buddha nature in this ancient temple was strong and outrageous, and it was not difficult to come out with a little scrutiny, I am afraid that it was the storage place of the relics of the abbots of the past dynasties in this Wuya Temple.

That's why Qin Lin asked.

"Amitabha," the abbot of Jianjing recited the Buddha's name, and said with a compassionate face, "the poor monk saw that the donor was not there, so he led the donor here, but because the donor is an immortal cultivator, the poor monk is not qualified to compare with you, so I would like to ask the ancestors to discuss with the donor." ”

As soon as the words fell, the abbot of Jianjing stopped speaking, stood aside and closed his eyes, like a monk beside the Buddha, without saying a word.

"Yes. Qin Lin nodded, and also agreed with Abbot Jianjing's decision.

Of course, in fact, it makes no difference to Qin Lin whether he has permission or not, it's just that Qin Lin is not an impolite person, taking it without suing is stealing, Qin Lin will not do such a petty theft.

"In the Lower Styx, borrow the hundred-year-old incense of your temple for use. ”

Qin Lin's face gradually averaged, his right foot stepped out, and the entire temple seemed to be shaken, and then the words like gods spread throughout the entire Boundless Temple, and those believers who had already entered the temple also had a slight shock on their faces, and the next second they burst into ecstasy.

"The Living Buddha has appeared, the Living Buddha has appeared!"

Of course, Qin Lin wouldn't know that from today onwards, there will be an additional Buddha named Styx in the mouths of these fanatical believers, which is another story.

"Boom!"

The original majestic and lonely ancient temple seemed to wake up, trembled a few times, and the dust on it shook off, but there was no sound.

"Donor, the patriarchs disagree. Hearing Qin Lin say that he wanted the centennial incense of this temple, the face of the abbot of Jianjing did not fluctuate, but he just relayed the meaning of his ancestors.

"No, they'll agree. Qin Lin smiled, opened his eyes and saw one of the relics that trembled slightly, raised his head and said, "Take your hundred-year-old incense and inherit your cause and effect, okay?"

"Bang!"

The entire ancient temple finally trembled again at this time, and Abbot Jianjing's expression as if it would not change for a hundred years was slightly stunned.

"Is it possible...... Were the ancestors waiting for a promise from this person just now?"

What kind of person is it that can make all the patriarchs agree with just a promise? Abbot Jianjing didn't know, but since the patriarchs agreed, he naturally wouldn't have any opinions.

What's more, in terms of the realm of the abbot of Jianjing, all external things are only external things after all.

The whole Boundless Temple is like an earthquake, wisps of golden light diffuse from all the cracks, no one notices, all the golden light unconsciously condensed in one direction, in the ecstasy they shouted that the Buddha has manifested the Buddha, in this way, there is not much difference from people who have taken drugs.