The yellow-clothed monk didn't speak, just stood at the door of the main hall, a pair of depressed eyes kept staring at the picture scroll of the Taoist bull riding a Bodhi tree hanging on the ancient wall behind Zhou Qilang, and his eyes slowly had a glow.

"Who are you?" Zhou Qilang said with a frowning brow, already in a posture of battle.

He knew that he was not the opponent of the yellow-clothed monk at all, and he could feel that kind of terrifying cultivation emanating from the yellow-clothed monk, at least the Yuanying Realm!

"The integration of Buddhism and Taoism is unimaginable. The yellow-clothed monk put one hand on his chest, bowed his head and bowed, and then a pair of eyes looked at Zhou Qilang again dejectedly.

"Little donor, would you like to follow me into the temple?" The plain words made Zhou Qilang feel shocked.

What are you kidding? Buddhism forbids killing, so what kind of revenge will Zhou Qilang talk about in the future? What is the meaning of Zhou Qilang's survival when he escapes into the empty door all his life, is accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the Green Lantern, eats fasting and recites the Buddha, and recites Buddhist scriptures all day long, without asking about the red dust?

"I don't want to!" Zhou Qilang lowered his eyebrows and refused.

"Why bother, you are weak, if you go down, you can't see cause and effect, you can't see the next life, why don't you follow me into the temple to practice, my Buddha can also protect you. The yellow-clothed monk continued.

"I have my own way, I don't need to cultivate Buddhism, I only want revenge in this life!" Zhou Qilang stared at the yellow-clothed monk and said word by word.

"I am ordered by the master to take you into the temple, and you are not allowed to do it. The yellow-clothed monk's tone was slightly cold at the moment, and with a flick of the big sleeves of the yellow robe, Zhou Qilang only felt that he was being absorbed into the cuffs by a hurricane suction.

The Qiankun sleeves of the Xuanzhen Temple!

Ke Na side, known as the reputation of the best in the sleeve, I didn't expect this yellow-clothed monk to have such a treasure!

As soon as the yellow-clothed monk closed his cuffs, a faint smile appeared on his thin cheeks, and he glanced at the scroll when he left, only to find that it rolled on its own, and the void rippled, and it actually blended into it, and he didn't know where to go.

With a sigh, the yellow-clothed monk floated away in the sky, flicked his big sleeves, and several scorching five-flavor true fires immediately annihilated the entire Tianquan Villa, and the flames were raging all over the sky, burning through half the sky!

And those Imperial soldiers who were guarding were in a state of confusion, and even some cultivators who were hiding in the dark and preparing to wait for an opportunity to move, sneaking into the villa to find a few secret books, also broke into the sea of fire like crazy at this moment, but the sea of fire was too turbulent, and all of them returned in vain.

Within a few days, the news spread.

The whole empire, and even the Central Plains, all went crazy and Tianquan Villa was destroyed by the sea of fire overnight and turned into ashes, and it seemed that there was an immortal master secretly making a move.

And in the palace of the Longyang Empire, it is even more roaring, in the underground palace with the deep wall of the palace, on a dragon chair, there is an old man, wearing a dragon and tiger air, wearing a royal robe, if outsiders see it, they will be surprised, this is the founding emperor of Longyang!

It is said that the founding emperor of Longyang, Long Wuzu, has long been ancient, but he didn't expect to be alive in the underground palace under this palace

And the one who knelt down in front of him was the current Emperor Longyang, Long Qingyang, about forty years old, with the air of an emperor, a burly figure, and dragon eyes.

"Ancestor, the emperor and grandson are incompetent, and they have not been able to retrieve the last article of the Nine Yin Vein Recipe for the ancestor" Long Qingyang bowed his head respectfully at this moment, and his words were full of respect.

"Ahem, you can't blame the emperor and grandson for this matter, I didn't expect that there would be Xuanzhen Temple involved in secret, the five flavors of true fire may not be known to others, but I know the ancestor!" Longyang Wuzu's haggard face had no trace of vitality, the wrinkled skin was like withered bark, and the pair of dry wood-like palms tightly pinched the dragon chair faucet and pinched it into powder.

"Five Flavors True Fire?Xuanzhen Temple?" Long Qingyang obviously didn't know, and raised his head and got up to ask.

"When the ancestor was young, he once went to the Xuanzhen Temple and consulted the Xuanqing bald donkey, but he was injured by his seven-flavor true fire, so he used the cold place here to heal his wounds. Long Wuzu's eyes flashed with a gloomy color, as if he remembered the past.

"What! The ancestor's injury was injured by the presiding officer of the Xuanzhen Temple?" Long Qingyang's round eyes were shocked.

The reason why Long Wuzu stepped down from the throne and announced to the public that he was going west was nothing more than to hide people's eyes and ears to heal in the cold place under this palace, this treatment was eighty years, and now he is already more than one hundred and forty years old!

Long Wuzu was a sixth-layer overhaul of the Yuanying Realm, but he was injured by Xuanqing Yijue Seven Flavors True Fire, the presiding officer of Xuanzhen Temple, and he was treated hard for 80 years, but he still did not get better.

Originally, the Nine Yin Veins practiced by Long Wu Ancestor was the Zhi Yin Technique, which belonged to the rare and superior grade of the Exercises!

Generally speaking, the exercises are divided into attack exercises, heart trick exercises, and defense exercises, which can be roughly divided into three levels: rare, epic, and legendary, and each level can be divided into upper, middle and lower levels.

And the Nine Yin Vein Recipe belongs to the upper grade of the rare grade of attack exercises, and its last article is included in Tianquan Villa. All the exercises of Tianquan Villa are not spread outside, so this time Tianquan Villa is destroyed, and the empire will block Tianquan Villa in the name, but it is actually for its own interests!

Long Wuzu has already cultivated the eightfold realm of the "Nine Yin Vein Technique", only this last one is missing, he can be consummated, once he is consummated, his injuries can be resolved by himself, and his cultivation can step from the current Yuanying Nine Layers to a higher True Martial Realm!

And Zhou Qilang was rolled up by the yellow-clothed monk and rode the clouds into the Xuanzhen Temple.

Yellow wall and black tile, vermilion Buddha gate, Zhou Qilang stood in front of the Buddha gate of Xuanzhen Temple, behind him is a high cliff, in front of him is the forbidden place of the ancient Buddha of the green light, the yellow-clothed monk stepped into the red door, did not look at Zhou Qilang again, Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, he brought him is the cause, Zhou Qilang's choice is the effect.

Thousands of feet of high cliffs, the vast sky, under the body is the white clouds ethereal, there are cranes fluttering and singing.

Zhou Qilang frowned bitterly, looking at the vermilion Buddha gate, engraved with three gilded characters of "Xuanzhen Temple".

"Unexpectedly, I came through the blood of the dog in my previous life, and enjoyed a rich life for fifteen years, but I was tragically changed by the family upheaval, my own brother slaughtered the family, leaving me with only one living mouth, hehe" Zhou Qilang laughed miserably, and couldn't help but raise the sky and scream, tears spilled Buddhism.

"I am a dead person, why am I afraid to enter the Buddhist sect to practice, cultivation is not enough to strengthen my body, even so, I escaped into the empty gate, and in the coming day I will cultivate my sword and drink its blood with my own hands!" Zhou Qilang closed his eyes and burst into tears, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and stepped over the vermilion threshold.

With this step, he abandoned the world, abandoned his predecessor, and left only a belief in his heart, practice!

bustling sound,

Escape into the empty door,

tormenting the world,

How many blood debts are there in my heart?

Futu Tower,

Broken several layers,

Whose lonely soul is it?

The legend began here

From that moment on, Zhou Qilang's decadent eyes seemed to have a more resolute vision, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The yellow-clothed monk nodded rarely, recited the Buddha's name, and led Zhou Qilang into the Xuanzhen Hall.

Xuanzhen Temple is located on the top of Pingyang Mountain, according to the mountain for the temple, there are 999 stone steps of Buddhism up and down, there are young and strong monks who are carrying buckets on their shoulders, trekking up and down the mountain, and so on.

To say that this Xuanzhen Temple, is the first big temple in the territory of the Longyang Empire, incense is continuous, in the Central Plains is also famous, just because the Xuanzhen Temple out of a hundred years of the first host, familiar with Buddhism, cultivation is amazing, it is rumored that one of its fingers to break off the Pingyang Mountain Canglang Waterfall, can be said to be cultivated to the sky!

There is a Canglang River that crosses under Pingyang Mountain, and many famous monks come to admire and ask for advice, but they are all pressed by one of their heavenly Buddha hands in the Canglang River to wash away the vanity, leaving a famous sword and a famous sword

Zhou Qilang stepped into the Xuanzhen Hall with the yellow-clothed monk, and saw a golden-bodied Buddha statue about dozens of zhang high, with a one-handed Buddha seal, closed eyes solemnly, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in the hall.

More than a dozen little novices sat and recited the scriptures, hearing the movement behind them, and some came sideways, with puzzled eyes, they were only twelve or thirteen or four years old, and the youngest was estimated to be seven or eight years old.

"Uncle Xuanyi, this is the child that the master asked to bring. The yellow-clothed monk bowed together.

"Well, sit with the Buddha. The low and lofty Buddha voice came from the obviously hunchbacked old monk in front, and a few strands of gray eyebrows could be seen.

Zhou Qilang glanced at it a few times, but he didn't understand Buddhism, and the yellow-clothed monk said softly: "Sit on that futon and listen to Uncle Xuanyi's question." With that, he withdrew from the main hall.

Zhou Qilang then walked over lightly and sat on the ground, surrounded by some young novices who had just become monks, who had not yet faded away from immaturity and liveliness, and were exchanging heads and ears in twos and threes.

Zhou Qilang was the oldest here, looking at the old monks with their heads bowed in front of a few little novices, waiting quietly.

"Whew, whew—"

After a series of long snoring, the old monk Xuanyi actually fell asleep!

And a group of little novices all got up secretly at this moment, covered their mouths and noses, laughed, hunched their backs, and tiptoed out of the hall, and the sound of laughter came from afar.

In the huge hall, there was only Zhou Qilang sitting upright and a seven or eight-year-old little novice separated by two futons, the little novice's round head was shiny, a pair of big black eyes had been aimed at Zhou Qilang, the fleshy cheeks had a bright and lovely smile, and there was a ring scar on the top of his head.

In the end, the little novice who was only the height of Zhou Qilang's waist quietly moved over, and looked at Zhou Qilang seriously with a pair of big black eyes.

"Little master, I see that your Yintang is black, I don't know what happened to you?" The immature voice was mellow and mellow.

But Zhou Qilang was shocked, such a little novice, a pair of big black eyes actually saw through himself at once, the little novice stretched out his white flesh hand and touched Zhou Qilang's Yin Tang, holding his small mouth and frowning.

"Don't be rude. With a bright voice, the old monk Xuanyi didn't turn around, and a ring ruler knocked on the top of the little novice's head.

The little novice's white fleshy hand rubbed his bare head, looking very unhappy, and stuck out his tongue at the old monk in front of him.

Zhou Qilang looked sideways, but found that the old monk was still sleeping, and then looked at the little novice, and found that his face was red like an apple, and then he suddenly thought of something.

"Quit?" Zhou Qilang asked in a low voice, with a hint of joke on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Shami held his mouth and glared and muttered: "This color is not the other!"

However, Zhou Qilang glanced at the little novice with clear eyes, which made him blush, turned around and ran out of the hall in small steps, and joined the group of small novices frolicking outside.

"Where did this benefactor come from, and what do you want?" or that high-pitched voice, like a Buddha's chant.

Zhou Qilang was stunned, he didn't know if this old monk knew his life experience, he was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, and whether this Buddhism was willing to accept him.

Zhou Qilang thought for a while, and suddenly flashed in his mind: "Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going?"

I didn't expect this first question of Buddhism to be so profound and secretive, Zhou Qilang couldn't answer it for a while.

"Hey, that is, if you enter the Buddha's door, you can throw it away in your previous life, you can practice well, the Dharma name is empty, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. The old monk Xuanyi suddenly straightened his back and recited a few Buddhist words.