The Three Realms Temple is located on the shore of Mingsha Lake in the Western Regions, built by the mountains and rivers, the ancient trees in the temple are towering, the green shade is deep, the attic is lined up, and the monks are everywhere. The number of Buddhist scrolls in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is far greater than the Beitian Buddha Cave dug by the Northern Wei Emperor with the power of a country, and it is the three holy places in the hearts of Buddhist disciples. One of the three holy places in the temple is the heavy eaves pavilion of the nine-storey pavilion, there is a big Buddha in the building, thousands of blue lotus longevity lamps are lit by the big Buddha, the lights are brilliant, and the gold powder Buddha statue in the center reflects each other, such as the Buddha's light shines, although none of the eighty-one windows are opened, but it will not make people have a gloomy feeling.

Pilgrims have been scarce lately, but the monks are not impressed. As usual, before the mist on the horizon had dissipated, the Three Realms Temple was awakened by the sound of bells, the mountain gate slowly opened, and the novices with beautiful faces lined up devoutly to receive good men and women from all directions.

After finishing the morning class, the old monk led the little novice, shaking the teeth that were about to fall out, reciting the longevity lamp of the green lotus reverently, and bending down from time to time to cheer for the thousands of longevity lamps in the hall.

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The Temple of the Three Realms has always been a contradictory existence.

Although it is a Zen sect, it has a good relationship with the countries of the Western Regions, and does not reject many of the teachings of Tantra; although it is a cultivator, it has only accepted novices for hundreds of years and has little contact with other sects of cultivation. Especially in the last hundred years, if it weren't for the breath of the monks of the Transformation Stage coming from the spire of the Three Thousand Futu Pagoda in the center of the Three Realms Temple from time to time, the cultivation world would have even forgotten this Buddhist sect that focused on red dust.

But in the eyes of mortal beings, the Temple of the Three Realms is a rare place of great virtue. The monks here are highly respected and knowledgeable, and they are not flattered because of their rich offerings, and they are not blind because of their poor clothes. Even in the era when the troubled times were not as good as the dogs, the monks of the Three Realms Temple still adhered to the Buddha's teachings on the equality of all beings, although they did not have the great compassion of cutting meat and feeding tigers, they were also conscientious and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Perhaps, being completely marginalized by the Xiuzhen Alliance doesn't matter to the Three Realms Temple.

Most of the monks who practice here are not even aware that the Three Realms Temple is a Zen sect that has been passed down for nearly 10,000 years, and they do their homework and work day after day with a devout heart. The Buddha is all they have, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is their holy place.

Living so peacefully, life is life, death is death, and each has a destiny.

Therefore, when the extremely cold wind blew and blew out more than a thousand Qinglian longevity lamps, the old monk was only slightly stunned for a moment, chanted the Buddha's name, and then his face was as calm as ever, silently took a incense stick, bowed in front of the Buddha to borrow fireworks, and led the little novice to chant while bowing down to light the extinguished lamps one by one.

The little novice quietly followed the elder, he was still too young and had never cultivated, he did not know where the cold wind that extinguished the lights of the Dao came from, and what kind of calamity would blow, but he instinctively felt sad for the elder's piety.

1,87 longevity lamps, 1,87 times bent over, even if a person is in the prime of life, such a busy will be tired and sore back, but the old monk who has lost most of his teeth is not slack off because of tiredness, every bend of the rickety waist is the same as the previous one, when the little novice behind him is tired and panting, the old monk is still in good spirits, meticulously continue to add lamps.

However, at the moment when all the Qinglian longevity lamps were lit, before the old monk could relax his waist, the extremely cold wind blew again, soothing and silky across the neck of the little novice, mixed with a slightly cool red. The little novice was young, and when he saw the beauty of the fragrant flowers, he couldn't help but pluck the petals stuck to his collar, but at the moment he started, he was turned into ashes by the poison in the depths of the petals.

"Long—"

The call only had time to spit out half of it, and the life had completely disappeared from heaven and earth, and only a reddish crystal fell to the ground.

"It's ......"

The old monk had also turned around at this time, and he didn't see the little novice, but the petals of the ice crystals swirled around, and the old monk's dim eyes suddenly turned red, he sighed, squatted down, and carefully picked up the petals, and his face was sad.

Before his fingers touched the cold, another gust of extremely cold wind swept by, and the one thousand and eighty-seven Qinglian Longevity Lamps that Fang Fang painstakingly lit were extinguished again!

Don't?!

The old monk's heart sank, and he was about to make a careful calculation, but when he heard a "Ice and Snow Flower?" sounded leisurely, raised his head, and saw a familiar and unfamiliar face.

"Master. ”

He humbly knelt down before the young man, who was about twenty years old.

The young man was born ordinary, his facial features could only be described as pleasing to the eye and upright, his body was thin and thin, he wore an ordinary light blue embroidered silk robe, he held a pine folding fan with rough workmanship, and his long oiled hair was tied with inferior white hostas. Anyone who sees him only thinks that he is a son and nephew of a medium-sized family that can be seen everywhere, and there is nothing special about him. However, if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are as black as a baby and like a kaleidoscope containing immensity, and his skin seems to be nothing but fair, but in fact, the fine texture is not a trace of dirt.

He was born so ordinary, he was forgotten at any time, and he was so extraordinary, and he was full of charm in his smile and smile.

At this moment, he enjoyed the old monk's kneeling as a matter of course, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the crystal petals in the monk's palm were wrapped in fluorescence and quietly fell on the man's palm.

"Sure enough, it's ice and snow flowers. After a moment's scrutiny, he let out a sad sigh.

"But-Master, the Three Realms Temple is thousands of miles away from the ice field, and this ice and snow flower ...... How to ......"

"The catastrophe is coming, and the heavens and the earth are not at peace...... Even the mighty monks, in this long-predicted return, are just bigger ants. What's more, my Three Realms Temple is already in a catastrophe. ”

The man said indifferently, holding the ice and snow flowers, and slowly walked out of the Hall of Eternal Life.

Seeing him so solemn, the old monk knew that the matter was serious, so he hurriedly caught up and asked, "Master, is this ...... Do you have to tell the host about the lights going out?"

Although the Three Realms Temple has almost broken off contact with the Xiuzhen Alliance, and has become more and more devout in Buddhism in the past hundred years, it is an ancient sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, and even if the host in charge of foreign affairs does not know the true meaning of the ice and snow flowers, if he knows that the ancestor of the sect is so solemn, he naturally does not dare to slack off.

The man was stunned for a moment, looked at the young monks who were cleaning around the Buddhist hall, and sighed: "I really should talk to him, and you must find a reason as soon as possible to send out all these Buddhist disciples." This catastrophe is too much to do with each other, and because of some ancient traces, the Three Realms Temple must have no eggs under the nest. But this matter is ultimately a matter for my cultivation realm, and it is not appropriate to implicate the innocent. ”

It's just that these orders of his fell into the ears of the old monk, but they became more and more shocked.

Even if it fades out of the affairs of the cultivation realm, the Three Realms Temple is still a holy place with nearly 10,000 years of inheritance, and there is a digital god period in the temple. Therefore, when the little novice was turned into dust by the extremely cold wind, the old monk was indeed sad. But it wasn't until the ancestor of Yuanying Cultivation showed a difficult look that the old monk really realized how terrible things were!

“...... Master, the Three Realms Temple has three thousand generations of Lu Realm Floating Slaughter, and there are many Taishi Ancestors of the Transformation Period, what kind of people are involved in this catastrophe - what kind of person can be so solemn?"

The old monk asked cautiously, and the man unfolded the folding fan disapprovingly, and said, "Why was the Three Realms Temple built, and why will it fall." It's just that the turn has come to an end, and the old man has returned to repay a debt. ”

After a pause, he reiterated: "It's just a return." ”

"But—"

The old monk was about to argue, but saw that the two had walked into a secluded place.

The man then threw it lightly with one hand, and the reddish ice and snow petals turned into rings in the air, and the water vapor condensed into a mirror. The refraction of the streamer in the mirror forms a snow-capped mountain, covered with thousands of miles, the heaven and the earth are tightly sealed, and the eternal vastness is immense. But in an instant, the ice was loosened, the fire burned the plain, and the blood-red ice and snow flowers all over the mountains tore off the cold mask, turned into a moth to the flames, and jumped into the frenzy of the burning sky......

"Icefield...... Is it really ......?"

The old monk asked uncertainly, and peeked at Shizu.

The man didn't speak, only smiled slightly, his fingers hooked, and sure enough, the ice gradually thinned, and one of the four giant pillars connecting heaven and earth was full of holes and crumbling.

"A few days ago, the Northern Netherworld Secret Realm suddenly blew itself up, and the four Heaven and Earth Qi Fortune Pillars that supported the seal were also out of balance. At this moment, the seal can barely be maintained, but if another pillar of luck breaks, the seal will ...... Therefore, the Temple of the Three Realms is destined to be doomed......"

There is no need for further explanation, the master has already spit out all the parts that can be informed.

The old monk choked up, just a petal of ice and snow can turn the living life into ashes, how earth-shattering it must be after the monster sealed in the depths of the ice field is freed. But there was a faint pride in the depths of fear, and he raised his head: "I'll wait...... It is an honor to die for all things in heaven and earth. ”

"But what if I told you that he wasn't a monster?"

The man said softly, surprised by the old man's bark-like face, and shed a little emotion.

"Whether it is good or evil, it is nothing more than the way of heaven. We were born between heaven and earth, and what we do is not the way. Not killing is the way, and killing indiscriminately is also the way. Ever since I learned the reason for the existence of the Three Realms Temple, I have read thousands of scriptures, trying to find the root of the things sealed in the depths of the ice and snow. But it turned out ......"

He sighed and said no more.

Looking at his slightly sad expression, the old monk couldn't help but be frightened, he felt that his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, about to suffocate, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, but when he was about to fall, a dream swept over, the dream was prosperous, thousands of ****, there was a person dressed in loneliness and wading water, stepping through the white bones, over the wilderness, melancholy and elegant.

The Red Lotus Illusion is born and died for no reason, love and hatred are fleeting, everything you ask for is unwanted, and the sea of suffering is endless......

"It's bitter!"

Sighing, the old monk's dying body slowly fell, turning into blood-red ice and snow flowers before touching the ground, blooming unscrupulously and coldly.

"Master" lowered his eyes, his expression was a little sad, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This old bald donkey almost broke through the golden pill and succeeded in marrying a baby at the moment of life and death, and the Three Realms Temple is worthy of being a famous family that has been inherited for nearly 10,000 years, and it should not be underestimated. Fortunately, they have little contact with the outside world, and they are shallow-minded, and the skin I was given above is really powerful. It was so easy to get through. It's just—where the hell is the second seal hidden?"

Muttering to himself, the "Master Ancestor" raised his head and saw the three thousand generations of Lu Realm Floating Slaughter shining under the scorching sun, and he had an epiphany in his heart and stepped out.

“...... My God," he said in a fascination with it, "we will welcome your return with a crown of bones......