From Mount Tai on Earth, everyone crossed an unknown distance, as well as the infinite starry sky, and finally came to Yingchao, that is, Mars.

Along the way, what I saw and heard was really like a fantasy, beyond the limits of everyone's imagination.

But even so, when they saw such a young monk who called himself "Golden Cicada", they couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts.

You must know that people in the earth, China, and the red dust world may not know much about the names and names of many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in Buddhism, but if you talk about the golden cicada and Master Xuanzang, it really can be said that everyone knows and everyone knows.

Of course, this is not only because of the profound Buddhism of his people and his great contribution to the spread and exchange of culture, but also because of the well-known myth of "Journey to the West".

It's just that Master Xuanzang is a real figure in history, and Jin Chanzi is the predecessor of Master Xuanzang made up in China.

Even the Buddhist scriptures do not have the existence of golden cicadas.

However, now, Ye Fan and his entourage are on Mars, in front of the dilapidated ancient temple called Da Lei Yin Temple, they saw a little monk named Jin Chanzi.

I have to say that in the dark, there is really an inexplicable feeling that reality and illusion are intertwined, and the convergence of fate and effect emerges in my heart.

If you think about it carefully, there have been too many miraculous things along the way, and the first Nine Dragons coffin has long gone beyond the mundane realm.

In fact, in everyone's hearts, the strange power and chaos have been imperceptibly recognized.

Nowadays, it is just a golden cicada appearing, and it doesn't seem so unacceptable.

Among them, the most calm ones naturally belonged to the two cultivators, Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

The latter rushed to the little monk who looked handsome and elegant and had an outstanding demeanor for the first time.

"Master—"

Pang Bo, a living treasure, actually screamed exaggeratedly, and pounced straight at the golden cicada.

If it weren't for the faint protection of the Buddha's light around his body, I am afraid that he would have been hugged by Pang Bo.

Originally, Jin Chanzi's gaze was wandering over Ye Fan and Pang Bo's bodies, but now he was naturally puzzled and wary, staring straight at the latter.

He didn't remember when he had accepted such a rude disciple.

At the same time, the rest of the people also reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward, their faces full of excitement:

"There is salvation, we are finally saved!"

"Master Xuanzang!"

"Where is the Great Sage, where is the Great Sage?"

"No matter how bad it is, Zhu Bajie will do it!"

……

Facing the hustle and bustle in front of him, the little monk who called himself the golden cicada couldn't help but be stunned.

Fortunately, his cultivation was profound, and he quickly cleared his mind and understood that the people in front of him were likely to mistake him for someone else.

Realizing this, the golden cicada immediately folded his hands:

"Amitabha—"

Although the golden cicada is young, his Buddhism is profound, and the Buddha horn sounded like a yellow bell and a big lu, making everyone instantly quiet.

Looking around, Jin Cicada's expression was clear, and he said quite calmly:

"It's true that the little monk is a golden cicada, but he is not the Xuanzang master in the mouth of the benefactors."

The golden cicada's gaze is clear, and it is convincing for no reason.

Calming down, everyone also realized that Master Xuanzang was an ancient man at least a thousand years ago, how could he be such a young monk as he was in front of him.

Thinking about this clearly, Pang Bo, Zhou Yi, Lin Jia, Wang Ziwen and others couldn't help but show disappointed expressions on their faces.

However, due to the reaction of the evil ghost in his mind, Ye Fan's heart did not fluctuate, but took the initiative to step forward and said:

"Dare to ask the master, who is the respected master?"

Hearing this, the eyes of a few people on the side, such as Zhou Yi, also flashed with light.

As a monk, most of the people he faces in front of him are mortals, so he naturally can't deceive, so he said bluntly:

"The family teacher was once revered as Shakyamuni."

When the words fell, everyone looked at the golden cicada again, and the look in their eyes was even more meaningful.

There is no need to doubt, obviously, everyone present knows the prestige of his teacher, Jin Chanzi's heart is clear, and he immediately smiled slightly, and said calmly:

"This time, the little monk is following the guidance of his family teacher, re-walking his old path, and participating in Zen and enlightenment."

"So, this big thunder sound temple in front of you is really left by the World Venerable!?"

Zhou Yi's tone was excited, and his whole body was violently shaken.

Being able to get in touch with legendary mythological characters is undoubtedly a rare and valuable experience.

Jin Cicada's gaze drooped, and he swept over the Buddha vessel that everyone held in their hands and obviously originated from the ancient temple, and did not say anything, only nodded.

"Master, please save us!"

After confirming that the little monk in front of him was indeed a disciple of Sakyamuni, and it was likely to be a true Buddha, the rest naturally hurriedly stepped forward and begged bitterly.

Along the way, everyone has gone through hardships, and now it is very kind to meet such a "well-known" mythical figure.

"Nine dragons pull the coffin? Earth!? ”

After listening to everyone's story, even the golden cicada, who has always been determined, has many strange expressions in his eyes.

Just as he was about to go to check the coffin of Jiulong in person, his brows furrowed slightly, and Huo Ran turned around:

"Be careful—"

Along with it, there is also a sacred and peaceful Buddha light, majestic and majestic.

"Poof!"

However, although the golden cicada's reaction was already fast, it still didn't have time to stop it.

I saw that a man's forehead was splashed with blood red and snow white, and he fell to the ground even though he was looking up to the sky, his eyes were wide open, obviously dead.

"Ahh

A scream of surprise rang out, and from the flesh of the person, there was a chewing sound of "chirp, chirp", which made everyone present terrified.

"Amitabha—"

The golden cicada sang the Buddha horn in his mouth, but he was ruthless in his shot, obviously angry.

A bolt of Buddha light fell, detaining the mysterious presence in the dead man's body.

"Hugh!"

"Hugh!"

At the same time, in the void, there were one sound after another of breaking through the sky, and the black light filled the sky, almost making people think that they were in the shadow of the sword and sword, and everyone trembled.

Those who hold Buddhist weapons may be safe and sound, but those who are not sheltered become the best prey for the "evil spirits" in the dark.

However, there are exceptions.

"Peng!"

In addition to the golden cicada that opened the Buddha's light, Ye Fan's performance was the most vigorous.

I saw that there was a faint golden light and blood in his flesh, and he actually slapped down a mysterious creature that rushed towards him, and the latter even let out a wail.

At this moment, Ye Fan no longer cared about exposing his cultivation, and he hurriedly questioned the evil ghost in his mind.

The latter was not angry, but only said with pity:

"The old bald donkey is not the only one who seals it."

Speaking of which, the demon was rather disdainful:

"Although, that guy is far inferior to this seat, it's not bad."

Seeing that he couldn't learn more from the evil ghost, Ye Fan immediately looked at the golden cicada on the side, and said with a solemn expression:

"What exactly did Shakyamuni seal under the Great Thunder Yin Temple?"

Hearing this, Jin Chanzi couldn't help but be shocked, thinking of the real body of the black light he had just seen, his eyes were full of light, and he blurted out:

"Crocodile Ancestor!"

The golden cicada looked straight at the foundation of the Great Lei Yin Temple, and his eyes were like torches.

"It's not good, the seal laid by the master is about to be broken!"

As his words fell, the heavens and the earth shook violently, and a dense nine-colored Buddha light slowly fell, covering the place.

"Fortunately, Shizun left behind." Jin Chanzi said with a happy face.

Hearing that Shakyamuni had been prepared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but then they couldn't help but change color.

Because, they are also within the scope of the Buddha's light!

"The Crocodile Ancestor is vicious, even if the master has a back hand, he may not be able to suppress it. I want to stay here and personally preside over the Great Array to ensure that the Crocodile Ancestor cannot break through the seal. ”

Jin Chanzi looked around, his tone was calm, and he continued:

"If you really let the Crocodile Ancestor, or even 'that thing' get out of trouble, not only will the Glowing Confusion, but the Flood Desolation Ancient Star will also suffer."

"Master ......"

Although the little monk in front of him is young, he already has the demeanor of a Buddhist monk.

Jin Chanzi didn't hesitate too much, and handed over his white monk's robe and black iron Zen staff to Ye Fan and Pang Bo, and instructed:

"Take this and escort them to refuge."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo knew that the situation was urgent, and they didn't hesitate too much, they only nodded heavily, and then rushed away with everyone.

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In this desolate and boundless world, if it can be said to be a safe place, I am afraid that there is only that place.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo had a clear goal and led the students to return the same way they came.

"Amitabha—"

The golden cicada retracted his gaze, sat down cross-legged, and recited the supreme scriptures in the midst of the crocodiles.

I saw that the Buddha's light was all over the sky, and it was connected with the Great Leiyin Temple and the Buddha's light that shrouded the entire desolate land.