After a short pause, she opened her eyes and saw an antique water pavilion, the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and the swaying willows, extremely beautiful. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What is this place?" said Dongfang Micha.

A huge lake, a water pavilion loft, with willows slanting on the shore, is beautiful, but there is no human figure.

Later, Dongfang Mi also saw a Buddhist temple above the lake.

The temple is not large, suspended in the sky above the lake, and countless lotus flowers bloom in the lake below the temple.

Around the temple, there is a mysterious Buddha rhyme, so that the lotus flowers under the lake can absorb it, give birth to the charm, and bloom extremely beautifully.

Dongfang Mi glanced at it and was immediately pleasantly surprised: "I didn't expect that what I needed really appeared." ”

What she needs is Buddhist books, scriptures, mysteries, and true meanings.

There must be something she needs in this monastery.

Dongfang Mi immediately wanted to fly over, but when he used his mana and rumbled in his body, he couldn't fly.

"Flying is prohibited here. Dongfang was in a hurry, and he controlled his body and walked step by step.

Walk on the water.

A peerless beauty, walking on the water, the water surface does not make waves, as if the ground is flat, reflecting the shadow, leaving the world independent, so that people can only watch from a distance and not blasphemous.

Then facing the Buddhist courtyard suspended in the air in the distance, the Buddha rhyme flowing around it is like a peerless painting.

Dongfang looked for step by step, felt the charm of Buddhism, and was quiet and peaceful in his heart, and walked to the front of the Buddhist temple.

Dongfang Mi stood on the water, the temple was high, and she found that she couldn't go up.

She can't fly, she can't even jump, how can she get in?

Just when Dongfang was looking for trouble, suddenly the lotus flowers under the Buddhist courtyard began to detach, and one by one flew in, paving a step in front of Dongfang looking for a place, and going up layer by layer.

Dongfang Mi's eyes were surprised, looking at the lotus flower, revealing a gentle smile.

Dongfang Mi just wanted to step on the lotus, but when he saw his dust-stained shoes, he immediately took them off.

Above the water, Dongfang Mi revealed a delicate pancreas, white and soft, and the jade feet stepped lightly on the water surface to wash away the dust.

In order to watch the classics of Buddhism, Dongfang Mi gave enough respect and went up the lotus step by step.

After walking ninety-nine steps, Dongfang Mi came to the gate of the Buddhist temple, and with a slight push, squeak, the door opened.

The courtyard is full of books, hidden spaces, placed in rows, innumerable, a rich ink fragrance comes, accompanied by the rolling Buddhism, as if there are countless Buddhist predecessors whispering in the ears.

Dongfang Mi's divine sense scanned the surroundings and found no one else, so he immediately felt relieved, walked barefoot, and began to flip through.

The scriptures of Buddhism, Dongfang is looking for not exercises, she is looking for Buddhist records on the six realms of reincarnation.

The six reincarnations are still recorded in Buddhism, and Dongfang is easy to find, and basically some commentaries are written on the views of the predecessors.

Dongfang Mi will not follow their path, but he can learn from it and let himself take fewer detours.

Looking through the books, Dongfang is looking for everything, and a Buddhist scripture is easy to read thoroughly.

After reading more than a dozen books in a row, Dongfang Mi suddenly came to his senses: "There are so many books here, I read them one by one, and it is estimated that it will take several months, so it is better to put them away and take them out to read." ”

She was also happy to see the hunt, and she was so fascinated by it that she forgot to put it away.

Opening his mouth, a small tower flew out, quickly became larger, and in the hands of Qianqianyu, who was looking for Dongfang, he was ready to put away all the books around him.

However, at this time, a voice sounded: "You can see it, and you have to take it away, without asking the master's opinion, is it a little greedy?"

Dongfang Mi was frightened all over, and clenched the Eight Futu Towers, she had just swept it with her divine sense, and there was no one.

Where did this sound come from?

As soon as he turned around, Dongfang Mi followed the direction of the sound, crossed a few rows of bookshelves, and saw a rocking chair and a coffee table.

There was a pot of boiling tea on the coffee table, steaming hot and gurgling.

And on the rocking chair, there was a middle-aged man in gray and white clothes, with a gentle expression, holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand, looking at it carefully.

When he saw Dongfang Mi coming, the middle-aged man smiled slightly and nodded at Dongfang Mi.

Dongfang Mi blinked his eyes and nodded subconsciously, but he immediately reacted and asked, "Who are you and why are you here?"

The middle-aged man was not angry, but thought about it seriously and said, "Tens of thousands of years ago, people outside called me the Lord of the Heart Demons. ”

"But now, I don't like the name, you can call me ethereal. The heart was misty and he spoke.

Dongfang Mi looked at it in surprise, tens of thousands of years ago, the Lord of the Heart Demons?

"You are the demon from outside the territory, suppressed here?" Dongfang Mi suddenly said in shock.

That demon is very powerful, his strength is completely powerful, and he can be suppressed by a large group of people, which is enough to see what is powerful.

However, it was a demon, a demon who stirred up the bloody storm, how could it be so gentle and not see a little demonic energy?

"Then you caused the scene in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas?" Dongfang Mi asked in a deep voice.

She felt so unlucky, the last time she met the Demon King Ying Xuyu and the Ancient Ancestor, and now she met another Demon Lord.

Xin Miao thought about it carefully, and said sincerely: "That's really what I did, I was grumpy more than twenty years ago, and I'm sorry for making it like that." ”

Dongfang was stunned, and the devil apologized?

Why does it feel so unreal?

"Who is the owner you just said about here?" asked Dongfang Mi to change the subject.

She felt that this ethereal heart was very gentle, so she asked more, but her heart was also vigilant. Although it was useless, she couldn't even find out that the other party was here.

Xin Miao nodded, pointed to himself, and said as a matter of course: "I am the master." ”

Dongfang Miqiao's face was a little speechless, and he opened his mouth to emphasize: "This is the Buddhist scriptures of the landing temple. ”

Xin Miao nodded, and said as a matter of course: "It used to be theirs, but now it's mine." ”

Dongfang Mi looked at his heart and asked, "You control the Ten Thousand Buddha Palace?"

Xin Miao nodded, lay on the rocking chair, invited Dongfang Mi to sit down, and said: "I don't have control, it is the spirit of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall who has taken refuge in me by itself, maybe it feels that my strength makes it feel safe." ”

Dongfang Mi sat on the chair next to him, and the corners of his mouth twitched when he heard the words, and he couldn't stand this person anymore.

Is this still the Adversary?

Is it still the devil who makes the Lanling King and them fearful?

Or is it still the devil who left a large legend in the inland sea?

The style of painting is wrong.

Xin Miao saw the doubts in Dongfang Mi's heart, and said calmly: "Isn't it strange that my demonic qi and murderous aura have gone?"

Dongfang Mi hesitated for a moment and nodded.

She was curious.

"Because of these Buddhist scriptures, and because my realm has broken through, I have an epiphany of the true meaning of the Demon Dao and improved myself, otherwise do you think you can still talk to me now?"

"More than twenty years ago, if you entered the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, I would have killed you. The heart is ethereal, to put it mildly, as if killing them is as easy as stepping on a few ants. (To be continued.) )