When the sun rises in the east, the western desert also changes from cold to high temperature.

Zhao Feng did not leave the Monk Soldier City in a hurry, but wandered around the city to feel the atmosphere in the Monk Soldier City. In the Western Desert Buddha Country, even if you are just crossing between cities, you must be fully prepared, because the distance between cities will take about ten days, and almost all of them are Gobi.

In the Western Desert, where there is a lack of water sources, if there is not enough water on the Gobi, there is only waiting for death, and there are still some unknown dangerous creatures in the Gobi.

The atmosphere in the city of monks and soldiers is completely different from the atmosphere between the anti-Buddha city or the Buddha country and the Great Song Dynasty, in the early morning, every city street in the Great Song Dynasty must be lively now, and the city of the Buddha country is deserted in the early morning, and there is almost no human figure in the streets.

Zhao Feng was walking on the deserted street, looking at the closed doors of the houses on the side of the road, and he didn't know what he was thinking, when suddenly a bell rang from the temple in the center of the city, followed by countless Buddhist words in the monk city.

Zhao Feng looked up in the direction of the temple in the city, thought about it, and then walked there, the Buddhist words in his ears made Zhao Feng a little irritable in his heart.

The temple in the monk city is called Qianming Temple, at this time, countless civilians in front of the gate of Qianming Temple sit in the open space in front of the gate, reading the Buddhist scriptures in their hands divinely.

Suddenly, one person pulled the corner of Zhao Feng's clothes, Zhao Feng looked at the man, and the man smiled and gave up a seat to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng didn't think much about it and sat down to look at the man, who was less than forty years young, but his full beard and thin skin were all unique to the Buddha Kingdom, and the clothes he was wearing were also imitating monk's robes.

The man also looked at Zhao Feng, and then saw that Zhao Feng did not have the scripture book in his hand, so he gave the scripture book in his hand to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng took the scriptures, opened the page that people were reading, and quietly read aloud.

It's just that no matter how Zhao Feng reads, he can't be as calm as these people of the Buddha country, because Zhao Feng, who is already disgusted with Buddhism, has no way to read the Elysium in the hearts of the Buddha and the ancient Buddhas.

The early morning reading ended quickly, and Zhao Feng looked at the crowd that left and did not leave the temple.

When the temple was empty, Zhao Feng walked into the temple, and some monks in the Qianming Temple were cleaning.

"Donor, this is not the time to offer incense," a monk said respectfully when he saw Zhao Feng, who was dressed in the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Feng nodded, didn't speak, and didn't mean to leave, the monk looked at this ignorant Great Song man with a little annoyance, and repeated the sentence just now.

Zhao Feng didn't pay attention to the monk's words, but walked in the Qianming Temple by himself, and the monk was even more annoyed when he saw that he was being ignored, when did he receive such a shame when he was respected as a monk in the city.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Feng, but when he was about to touch Zhao Feng's shoulder, Zhao Feng appeared farther away in just the blink of an eye.

The monk instantly understood that this was a cultivator, and although he was not a Buddhist cultivator, he still understood the cultivator himself, and it was also recorded in Buddhist books.

"Come on, someone, a famous monk from the Great Song Dynasty has come to the temple to make trouble," the monk shouted.

As soon as the monk's voice disappeared, a few Buddha cultivators who only had the innate realm came out of the temple, and several Buddha cultivators immediately took action after seeing Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng didn't care about these innate realm cultivators, and still walked in the temple.

Zhao Feng felt the power of the Buddha in the temple while walking, of course, the cultivation of Buddha must start from the Buddhist temple, and the temples of the Buddha country will have the relics left by the ancient Buddha in a certain period.

In the main hall of Qianming Temple in the distance, the abbot of Qianming Temple was still silently reading the scriptures and did not pay attention to the outside world.

Zhao Feng looked up at the main hall of Qianming Temple, and then walked in the direction of the main hall, from beginning to end, Zhao Feng did not make a move and paid attention to those few cultivators of the Innate Realm.

"Amitabha, cause and effect are destined," said the abbot of Qianming Temple who opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Feng who had entered the main hall.

"Monk, you know I'm coming," Zhao Feng said curiously.

"I don't know, but the ancient Buddha of Qianming gave instructions," said the abbot of Qianming Temple.

Zhao Feng was a little displeased after hearing this.

"If there is fate, there is no fate," said the abbot of Qianming Temple.

After hearing this, Zhao Feng didn't understand the abbot's words, but looked at something in the golden hand of the Buddha in the main hall.

Relic seeds.

It's just that the relics in the hands of the Buddha's golden body are somewhat forbidden to isolate the breath.

And the Buddha power that was talked about in the Qianming Temple was passed on from this relic.

At this time, the previous Buddha cultivators had already come to the main hall, and when they saw Zhao Feng in the main hall, they immediately struck again.

"Stop," the abbot of Qianming Temple said calmly, but the calm words revealed a majestic and irresistible tone.

When the Buddha cultivators heard the abbot's words, they quickly stopped, and then put their hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"It is strictly forbidden to fight in the main hall, have you forgotten this temple," the abbot said sternly.

When the Buddha cultivators heard this, their faces turned pale, and one of them said, "But, ......"

But before he could speak, the abbot snorted coldly, and the Buddha cultivator was shocked and flew out.

"Go to the Discipline Hall to receive your punishment," said the abbot.

"Yes," the Buddha cultivators hurriedly replied, and hurriedly left the main hall.

Zhao Feng didn't pay attention to the conversation between the abbot and the few cultivators, just looked at the relics and felt the Buddha's power in the main hall.

"Buddhism is really a good means," Zhao Feng said after half a sound, but this was obviously said to the abbot in the main hall.

The abbot in the hall heard what Zhao Feng meant from these words, so he shot directly.

Zhao Feng took out the wooden sword on his waist and swept away the abbot of Qianming Temple with a sword, and then slapped it at the chest of the abbot of Qianming Temple with a palm at the same time.

After the abbot of Qianming Temple was swept away by the wooden sword, he looked at Zhao Feng's palm that slapped his chest, and hurriedly resisted the true qi in his body, but in this way, the abbot of Qianming Temple still took a few steps back, and Zhao Feng's hand trembled slightly.

At the same time, the peak of the fate of the hall and the innate knowledge of the fate of the breath spread throughout the hall.

Zhao Feng withdrew his hand and looked at it and said, "The cultivation method of Buddhism is really powerful."

"Amitabha, the donor is still going back and forth from where. Even if I am not your opponent, the donor may not reach the destination this time," said the abbot of Qianming Temple with his hands folded.

"Buddhism is such hypocrisy, obviously what I want most is to kill me, and pretend to be such a fake compassion," Zhao Feng said unexpectedly.

After hearing this, the abbot of Qianming Temple had a slight anger on his face, but then calmed down.

Zhao Feng looked at the abbot of Qianming Temple, and then looked at the relic, and then a sword light went straight to the relic.

Seeing this, the abbot of Qianming Temple saw the luck of the true qi in his body and wanted to touch the sword light with his palm, and suddenly the sword light was scattered, but the abbot of Qianming Temple also fell from the sky and had a trace of blood in his mouth.

Then Zhao Feng once again stabbed out the prohibition of directly shattering the relics in the golden hand of the Buddha, but this time the abbot of Qianming Temple was no longer able to stop it.

At the moment when the ban was broken, the huge Buddha power swept through the entire monk city, and countless civilians and ordinary monks in the city felt this Buddha power and involuntarily knelt on the ground and trembled.

And the hall is the most powerful place of the Buddha, the abbot of the Qianming Temple saw the Buddha Wei come out, he immediately sat cross-legged, turned the wrist out of the Buddha beads, and softly read the scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures, Zhao Feng was hit by the Buddha Wei to the face was extremely pale, but still did not kneel, and then closed his eyes and began to feel the Buddha cultivation state of mind of the ancient Buddha of Qianming in the Buddha Wei.

In the Qianming Temple, all the monks and Buddhist cultivators felt the power of the Buddha and at the same time sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures.

Slowly, these scriptures recited from the mouths of the monks and abbots of Qianming Temple formed a big net in the sky, slowly falling, and then slowly shrouded in the relics, when the big net was completely shrouded in the relics, the majestic Buddha power disappeared.

When the Buddha disappeared, the governor of the monk city immediately brought his own guards to the outside of the Qianming Temple.

When the Buddha disappeared, Zhao Feng opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face, and the abbot of Qianming Temple, who was still reciting scriptures with his eyes closed, left the main hall.

When Zhao Feng walked out of the main hall, the breath of his body suddenly changed from the peak of knowing his fate to the peak of the day after tomorrow, and a trace of imperceptible gold appeared on his body.

When Zhao Feng walked out of the main hall, the abbot of Qianming Temple opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Feng who was leaving, and silently recited "Amitabha" and closed his eyes.

All the people in the Qianming Temple sat cross-legged on the ground and silently recited the scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures, and Zhao Feng didn't look at these monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, and then walked out of the Qianming Temple directly.

Zhao Feng appeared at the gate of Qianming Temple, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly after seeing the countless monks and soldiers outside the Qianming Temple, and the governor of the monk soldier city was full of vigilance after seeing Zhao Feng in the Great Song Dynasty costume come out.

Zhao Feng didn't pay attention to the governor's appearance and walked out directly, but every time Zhao Feng took a step forward, the governor and the monks would take a step back.

When Zhao Feng left the open space in front of the Qianming Temple, the governor and the monks found that their clothes were already soaked with sweat.

The governor looked at Zhao Feng, who was leaving, and entered the Qianming Temple alone.

After buying a little food and water in the Monk Soldier City, Zhao Feng left the Monk Soldier City in the afternoon and headed for the next city in the Buddha Kingdom.

"What happened to the abbot just now," the governor of the Qianming Temple sat cross-legged on the futon and asked the abbot of the Qianming Temple.

"It's nothing, it's just that the relics left by the ancient Buddha of Qianming are damaged," said the abbot of Qianming Temple.

The governor frowned, thought for a while, and then got up to leave, since there was no accident in the Qianming Temple, there was no need to worry about himself.

When the governor left the Qianming Temple, a monk soldier came to him and said, "My lord, the young man wearing the costume of the Great Song Dynasty has left the monk soldier city just now."

"In which direction?" asked the Governor, mounted his horse.

"Dunhuang," the monk said

"Know, since he has left, he will go, but first inform the city lord of Dunhuang City," said the governor,

"Yes," the monk then left