Jiuhuang Mountain is the largest mountain in the southwest, the mountain stretches for thousands of miles, and the peaks rise into the clouds. According to local legends that have been passed down from generation to generation, Nine Emperor Mountain should have nine sky-high peaks.

But in fact, there are only eight peaks, and the eight peaks are located on the border of the Nine Emperor Mountains, surrounding a large deep valley like stars and moons. The mountain is desolate and traceless, the ancient trees are vigorous like dragons, the old vines are like snakes entangled, ordinary people enter it, and there is no life, so it is also called a forbidden place in the local area.

Nine Emperor Mountain should be uninhabited, but at the foot of one of the peaks, on the cliff overhang, there is an ancient temple. Although it is footfooting, it is also thousands of meters high. The plaque of the gate of the ancient temple is written on the Longguang Ancient Temple, leaning on the mountain and facing the spring, there is a cliff in front, the cliff is deep and invisible, dense and verdant, there seems to be flowing water murmuring, the morning bell is loud and loud, ringing all over the dozens of miles. Different from other temples, the front end of the main hall is made of wood, quiet and simple, but the back end is the use of the mountain cave, open up a large open space, and then build a wooden house as a habitat for the monks in the temple.

The temple is hidden deep in the mountains, and no one knows about it.

In addition to the hundreds of monks in Longguang Ancient Temple, there are not many pilgrims in ordinary times.

On this day, the loud bell rang again. On the winding bluestone path in front of the temple, a teenager appeared.

He faltered, as if it took a lot of effort with each step, and his body staggered, as if he would fall at any moment.

The young man was dressed in a shabby Yishan suit, his face was handsome but haggard, and he was carrying a halberd, which was the wind dance.

At this time, he was confused, and he only knew to follow the bell and walk, and finally fell in front of the gate of Longguang Ancient Temple, and was seen and rescued by the monks in the temple.

"Amitabha, the little donor has finally woken up!"

Loud and clean, like Sanskrit sound to cleanse the heart, the wind dances only to feel the whole body suffocated and disappear, refreshed, so uncomfortable.

"How did I end up here?" Dancing Wind remembered that he was walking in the mountains, passing by a barren forest with a thick white mist, and then he was dazed, not knowing what he had done, not knowing where he had been, and not knowing how long it had been.

"The little donor inhaled the miasma in the forest, causing confusion. Coincidentally, the morning bell of the temple rang, and the desire of the little donor to survive was strong, so he could walk to the temple when it was not working. ”

The speaker was a monk holding a Buddhist staff and wearing a bright yellow Buddha crown, with a fair and bright face, especially the eyes, which were clear and unstained.

"It was the master who saved me, and the wind dancer thanked the master for saving his life!"

"Saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is a matter of innocent change. The miasma in the small donor's body has been removed, and he still needs to rest more, so he will not disturb the rest of the small donor. ”

After the monk finished speaking, he got up, his feet did not fall to the ground, and when he moved, there was a swastika golden light looming under his feet. Judging that he is only about thirty years old, but he already has such attainments, but he also knows that cultivators have the skills to stay in their faces, and sometimes they look like people who are thirty or forty years old, and they may have lived for hundreds of years.

Feng Wuyan stayed in Longguang Ancient Temple for three days. Every day, he saw ascetic monks, some of whom were under the age of ten, but whose hearts were firm and their eyes were deep, and some of whom were over the age of six, with long beards and snow-white beards, still ringing the bell in the morning......

But except for the first day of seeing the Innocent Monk, he never saw the Innocent Monk again, and when he inquired with the monks in the temple, he learned that the monk's name was the Innocent Venerable, and he was one of the six Venerables of the Bodhi Temple on Mount Wutai.

"It is the Bodhi Holy Temple, one of the four pinnacle sects!"

Ordinary people rarely know about the Four Peak Sects, but Feng Wuyan has been worshipping the Xiaoliuyun Sect for two years, so of course he knows something about it. It's just that Wutai Mountain, Zhong Lingyuxiu, Qingfeng and Green Valley, is a place for cultivators to dream of cultivation, but Jiuhuang Mountain has miasma from time to time, which is not conducive to cultivation.

In the evening, after eating fast, Feng Wuyan returned to the room in the cave, and the room illuminated by a bean fire was dark and unknown. Lying on the bed, Feng Wuyan has been away from Cuiwei Peak for twenty days, and he has already returned to the Hidden Corpse Mountain when he wants to slay the dragon, but he has been delayed by the Nine Emperor Mountain for several days.

"Boom...... Prosperous...... Rumble...... Long ......"

But this night, first there was a deafening loud sound, shaking the five internal organs and eight veins, and then violently shaking, as if a natural disaster and earthquake, the mountain would fall in an instant, destroying and flattening the temple. The habitat of Longguang Ancient Temple is in the cave, so all the rooms are shaking, and the wind dance goose rolls down directly from the bed.

Not only that, Feng Wuyan also felt that his heart was very uncomfortable at this moment, as if he had borne a huge pressure, and there was a huge boulder weight on his body, and he was afraid that his meridians would be shattered and die soon. At this time, the corners of his mouth were already vomiting blood, and the deafening sound forced his ears to bleed.

"It's not an earthquake!" "Wind Dance sighed, "Could it be the roar of the fighting method!"

Stumbling, Wind Dance escaped from the room. The ascetic monks outside of the Wind Dance Goose would definitely flee in panic, but to his surprise, there was not a single monk in the temple, could it be that all of them were stunned in the room by the loud sound?

Could it be that he has become the only living person in the Longguang Ancient Temple?

But soon, Feng Wuyan dispelled such an idea, because at this time, the main hall of the ancient temple not far away suddenly had a golden light, and at the same time, the peaceful sound of Buddha's words and praise sounded in his ears, which made the violently beating heart a little more comfortable.

"Boom...... Long ......"

The louder the roar, the louder the soul, as if the end is coming, the heavens and the earth wail, like ten thousand thunders and thunder, the electric light hits the body, the pond water rises like a horse, such as boiling like an angry tide, the Buddha statue in front of the grotto is shattered, turned into powder, the wind dance is also lying on the ground, the body is curled up, hands cover ears, at this time, he, not only ears, even the nose and eyes began to bleed. Seven clever blood, the heart can no longer bear the loud sound, death is so close this time!

"Amitabha, the little donor will enter the temple with golden light!"

At this moment, a golden light shone in the hall, covering the body of the wind dancer, and suddenly the tremor weakened, and the pain on the body was much less, and the wind dancer wanted to lie here like this and have a good rest.

But he couldn't!

"Boom...... Long ......"

The louder and louder tremors weakened the golden light on his body a lot, and it didn't take long for the golden light to disappear completely, and all that was waiting for him at that time was death.

"No!"

He didn't want to die, and his wounded body was driven by a strong consciousness, and he slowly stood up.

One step, the golden light of the cover moved with him, but it was a few points weaker, and it was another step, and the sound of the golden light mask breaking actually sounded in his ears.

But the loud sound shook, his blood was agitated, he was panting and drinking, his organs were greatly traumatized, he moved slowly, and he was able to walk, all by relying on a strong will to survive.

Longguang Ancient Temple has been destroyed, only the main hall of the Buddha is more prosperous. The sound of ten thousand thunders, the power of electric light, that layer of Buddhist golden light can compete with it. Presumably, the monks in the temple are taking refuge there, where their lives can be saved, a few feet away, but for him, it is far away!