On the shore of Menglan Lake, half of Zhao Feng's body was buried in the palace square, the last blow of the first battle, Zhao Feng suffered a heavy blow, and almost fell to the realm of knowing his fate, and the other party became a point of light in that blow, and finally strangely integrated into Zhao Feng's body, and even teleported Zhao Feng out of the palace square.

At this time, countless ascetics on the shore of Menglan Lake were like walking corpses, and they didn't pay attention to the unconscious Zhao Feng at all.

After a long time between the two, Zhao Feng slowly woke up from the coma, and when Zhao Feng woke up, he felt a look of surprise in his body.

The second layer of the Fearless Realm Zhao Feng was unable to cross this for a long time, and now he entered after that battle, and Zhao Feng also felt that his soul seemed to be suddenly perfect.

The perception and absorption of the aura of the Great Dao and Heaven and Earth are more closely absorbed.

Zhao Feng stood up from the yellow sand, patted the yellow sand on his body, and took a look at the surrounding scenery.

Menglan Lake is worthy of being the largest lake in the Western Desert, and there are countless plants unique to the Western Desert and bay trees around it, and whether it is on the opposite side of the lake or on his own side, there are countless ascetics who are bowing and bowing to the west.

Zhao Feng was silent, and then also moved towards the west, but when Zhao Feng's first step fell, the heaven and earth aura in the surrounding air seemed to have a belonging, and all poured into Zhao Feng's body, and when Zhao Feng stepped out of the second step, he saw that the bay leaf tree that was originally prosperous suddenly began to wither, and the vitality in it turned into a little starlight into Zhao Feng's body.

Zhao Feng was not surprised by these and continued to move forward, Menglan Lake was three days away from the Dalin Temple, the holy land of the Western Desert.

In the past three days, Zhao Feng saw countless ascetics losing their lives on the way, and even saw countless corpses that had already been turned into dry corpses by the wind and sand, Zhao Feng was extremely touched in his heart, and at the same time surprised by these people's yearning for Dalin Temple.

"Maybe you can only see such a scene in the West Desert," Zhao Feng sighed in his heart.

For example, even the Qingtian Divine Sect would not see it today, and there were so many worshippers like this, who prostrated step by step, and never knew how far they would go to the holy land in their hearts.

Three days is neither fast nor slow, but for Zhao Feng, it is undoubtedly a spiritual sublimation, and for the behavior of these ascetics, Zhao Feng's heart is incomparably touched.

All the way to the third day, in the sunset, Zhao Feng finally saw the temple standing on the sand at the end of the desert, when Zhao Feng walked in, he looked at the temple in front of him and did not speak.

Dalin Temple, the real ruler of the holy land of Buddhism in the hearts of the people of the Western Desert, Dalin Temple does not look majestic, and the stairs in front of the temple are not very high.

But this also gave Zhao Feng an inexplicable pressure, and that pressure did not come from the outside but from the heart.

At this time, the gate of Dalin Temple was open, and outside the gate stood the abbot and the head of the lecture of Dalin Temple, and on both sides of the stairs stood two rows of Dalin Temple monks from top to bottom.

And these monks are not cultivators, just ordinary monks in Dalin Temple, who can't be ordinary monks, and the abbot standing at the gate and the first one of them gave Zhao Feng a feeling of facing the vast earth.

"Donor, why bother to move forward again" The abbot of Dalin Temple looked at Zhao Feng and said slowly.

Zhao Feng was silent, just vigilantly looked at the first seat of the lecture beside the abbot of Dalin Temple, because he sensed the danger of the first seat of the lecture from heaven and earth, completely surpassing the strength of the fifth realm.

The abbot of Dalin Temple saw that Zhao Feng didn't speak, just looked at the sermon beside him, and just smiled slightly, as if waiting for something.

Zhao Feng turned his head to look at the abbot of Dalin Temple and said, "The Buddha said that everything has a cause and must have an effect, if the cause was planted many years ago, then the effect will be harvested at some point in the future."

The abbot of Dalin Temple was stunned when he heard this, shook his head and said, "You don't have to pay back this fruit, why are you so persistent?"

"I think that the cause was planted by me in a certain life, so this fruit will be returned by me in a certain life in the next life," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

When the abbot was about to say something, the first seat of the lecture came out, took out a piece of paper silk from the monk's sleeve, and threw it in the direction of Zhao Feng, only to see that the paper silk slowly flew in front of Zhao Feng like a bird.

Zhao Feng was originally vigilant when he saw the first seat of the lecture moved, but as he saw the paper silk flying over, he stretched out his hand to take it, and after seeing the appearance on it, he glanced at the first seat of the lecture and the abbot, and then turned to leave.

When Zhao Feng disappeared into the horizon in the northwest direction, the gate of the Dalin Temple let out a sigh.

"Why sigh?" a voice came from inside the gate.

When the first sermon and the abbot heard the voice, they turned to look at the source of the sound at the same time, and when they saw the source of the voice, there was a wary look in the eyes of the first sermon and the abbot at the same time.

That's right, it's vigilant, in Dalin Temple, since it will make the abbot and the head of the lecture appear vigilant.

Aoba looked at the two with a smile, not caring at all about the vigilance in their eyes and the cold gaze on the faces of those monks, but walked out easily.

Aoba walked to the gate and looked at Zhao Feng who had disappeared into the horizon with a smile, and then turned to look at the abbot of Dalin Temple and the first seat of the lecture, "Don't you understand, it's all in cause and effect."

The abbot of Dalin Temple and the head of the lecture were silent and still looked at Aoba with fear.

Aoba smiled and didn't take it to heart, and then stepped out, down the stairs towards the east.

When the abbot and the head of the sermon at the gate looked at the distant Aoba, and finally the vigilant gaze and cold face appeared a trace of sadness and desolation.

For example, no one knows today, in fact, Dalin Temple and the forbidden land of Houshan have already planted hatred, and this hatred does not know when it appeared, even the abbot and the first seat of the lecture do not know.

However, the hatred between Dalin Temple and the forbidden land in the back mountain cannot be dissolved, like water and fire.

The abbot and the first seat of the lecture turned around and was just about to step into the temple, when he saw the figure on the bluestone road leading to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, his face was full of bitterness.

That figure is Qinghong.

It's just that now Qinghong's face is pale, and the thin body under the monk's robe is also presented.

Qinghong was silent, just bowed to the abbot and the first seat, and then left the bluestone road and headed towards the back mountain.

"Are we really wrong?" said the abbot, as if to the head of the sermon or to the sky.

The first seat of the lecture looked at the abbot, then turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "How do we divide right and wrong?"

The abbot of Dalin Temple shook slightly after hearing this, and then left the gate directly, and the figure of the first lecture to watch the abbot leave was so desolate and lonely.

"Maybe we are all wrong, whether it is the Buddha or the back mountain or the Dalin Temple, it is the master of the world after all," the first sermon whispered, and then also walked on the bluestone road to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The holy Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree in the forbidden place of the back mountain, sat under the Bodhi tree, and recited the Buddha's words, and a breeze blew through the last leaf on the Bodhi tree, and slowly fell.