The old monk grabbed Gu Jianping's hands, the wrinkled skin touch and the cold temperature of the skin of the old man's unique palms made Gu Jianping's heart awe-inspiring, and when he was about to struggle away, the familiar mana unique to Buddhism rumbled and rushed into his body like a tide, in addition to the old monk's seventy or eighty years of understanding of Buddhism turned into a torrent of information.

Under the torrent of mana and information, Gu Jianping stood stiff and passively accepted all this, not that he didn't want to push it away, but when the old monk teleported this life's thing, the torrent that turned into it had destroyed and replaced Gu Jianping's control of the body.

After a cup of tea, the old monk sighed again, collapsed on the chair, and his breathing gradually weakened, and at this time, Gu Jianping had just woken up from the acceptance and digestion of this massive amount of mana and information torrent.

When he saw that the old monk almost had only one breath left, he hurriedly knelt down, picked up the old monk, and said

"Master, why are you bothered, I'll carry you down the mountain and find a doctor to ...... ”

"No need, don't waste your efforts, little master Mingde, life is not happy or death, I am a Buddhist cultivator, it is not a terrible thing to go to the Western Elysium.

"It's not good, they're coming, Mingde, you go quickly, leave me alone, get out of here, get down the mountain as soon as possible. Suddenly, the old monk said loudly

Just as Gu Jianping hesitated, the old monk suddenly turned into a golden firelight, blocking Gu Jianping's face, and then there was a loud bang, and it was a mandrill more than a foot high that pounced on Gu Jianping from the side.

Seeing such a scene, no matter how stupid Gu Jianping was, he understood the horror of the matter, his body shook up, and he ran out of the door frantically, with a click, Gu Jianping broke out of the door, and at the same time fell to the ground, the bones of his body seemed to be broken, and the surface of his skin was also blue and purple, without the slightest stop, Gu Jianping continued to rush down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, enduring the pain all over his body, Gu Jianping looked back at the White Horse Temple on the top of the mountain, at this moment the sun was setting, under the golden red sunset, among the white-dominated buildings of the White Horse Temple, a large black shadow sprung up, and the black shadow emerged and spread, between breaths, the White Horse Temple, and even the entire mountain top became a black shadow covered existence.

Something big happened, the world was about to change, even if the old monk didn't say it explicitly, Gu Jianping knew how far things had come.

Hiding the Sumeru ring in his hand, Gu Jianping touched his somewhat swollen head, the mana and understanding of the Dharma transmitted by those old monks before they died were the reward for him escorting the Sumeru ring.

Find a safe place to rest for a while, while also sorting out his soaring strength and Dharma comprehension today, maybe the accumulation of the past is enough, or maybe the old monk is too rich, after some tidying, Gu Jianping easily entered the realm of Toutuo, of course, this is still Gu Jianping deliberately slowed down, otherwise, with the old monk's sixty or seventy years of massive mana and Buddhism comprehension, it is possible for Gu Jianping to rush directly to the realm of Wukong, after all, this old monk is a master of Buddhism with three layers of wisdom, and he is also the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the White Horse Temple in the past。

The harvest is so huge, but the task is also so difficult, from here to the Central Plains Songshan Buddhist Gate General Altar, to go through five states and fifty or sixty counties, four or five thousand miles on the way, those thieves and thieves needless to say, what I saw today, those demons and monsters are suddenly so powerful, so bold to act, directly capture the White Horse Temple, the former Buddhist holy land, slaughter Buddhist monks, this is very illustrative.

That is, on the way Gu Jianping escorted the Sumeru ring, he would inevitably encounter the pursuit of these demons and monsters with inexplicable power.

Qingyan Temple, Qingyan County, Anzhou, is burning with a raging fire at the moment, and the black smoke of the flames soaring into the sky, even if the eyesight is not good at the foot of the mountain, the old farmer who plows the field can see it, not to mention that he has been promoted to the second level of the head, and his eyesight and hearing have surpassed that of ordinary people Mingde monk Gu Jianping.

Seeing the scene of this fire engulfing the Qingyan Temple, Gu Jianping's heart suddenly gave birth to an emotion intertwined with anger and fear, and while running at great speed, the people next to him felt a gust of wind blowing, and when he looked at it again, Gu Jianping's figure was already more than ten meters away, but with such a hurry, Gu Jianping was still urging himself in his heart.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Master, Elder, Abbot, if you hold on a little longer, I will definitely arrive. “

From the foot of the mountain to the mountain, it takes a stick of incense to walk on weekdays, and at this moment, Gu Jianping rushed over desperately and only took one-fifth of the time in the past, but it backfired, and it was still too late.

At this moment, the fire of Qingyan Temple is burning vigorously, full of red flames and black smoke, the pillars of the thick hall have become a huge pillar of fire, the pieces of green tiles on the roof burst out under the scorching temperature of the flames, and the pine and cypress trees at the door have already been scorched yellow under the high temperature, and they will automatically burn up in a moment, Qingyan Temple has completely become a forbidden place of fire, no one can forcibly break in, can only wait for the fire to gradually extinguish.

Scanning around, there was a strange movement in the grass, Gu Jianping's heart moved, and he slapped his palm, and under the golden Buddha light giant palm, a short and stout old man rolled out with a bang.

"Lao Liu, what are you doing here, and the fire was set off?" Gu Jianping asked angrily

"Ah, it's Master Mingde, I'm here to put out the fire, you see I still have a bucket with me, I don't know who set the fire, I was ordered by the Elder Ring to work on the mountainside, I saw the fire here and hurried over, I really don't know why this is happening here." This man named Lao Liu said with a crying voice

After careful questioning, this Lao Liu, who was a long-term worker hired by the temple, really didn't know what happened in the temple and the cause of the fire.

The fire gradually weakened, Gu Jianping asked Lao Liu to call the other hired long-term workers to prepare to go in, but found that except for the workers who had been ordered to work outside before, were they still in the temple, but in the fire just now, Gu Jianping did not hear the voice of cry for help.

Or, the enemy was mad, and even these unrelated workers were killed together, thinking of this, Gu Jianping's heart was even more angry, the previous White Horse Temple gave him an unforgettable memory, and now it was a fire that burned down the Qingyan Temple, which is unbearable.

Gathering four workers, carrying some buckets and other emergency tools, they began to enter through the east gate, where the flames were almost extinguished, and searched all the way to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the monks' dormitory.

However, the scenes he saw along the way surprised Gu Jianping extremely much.