Zhenze Longjun's eyes were about to split, and he looked at Wang Zhe with extremely hateful eyes.

"I'm going to kill you!"

At this time, Wang Zhe was holding an ancient sword in his hand, which was the sword in the hands of the three princes of the dragon just now, the treasure of Zhenze Dragon Palace.

The sword was heavy in his hand, as if it were not a sword at all, but a mountain.

He could feel a great power in this sword.

"Enjoy a side of incense, but it is reckless, ask for a sword, give it to you!"

The dragon king who shook Ze took out his spear, and the spear swept, and the wind and rain swept in, and it was extremely violent.

Wang Zhe held the ancient sword in his hand and slashed horizontally with one sword.

The sword was a few points slower than usual, because it was too heavy.

A sword light tore through this piece of sky, cut through the oncoming wind and rain, and then arrived in front of the Zhenze Dragon Monarch,

When there was a loud sound, the spear in his hand trembled, and he flew away.

The sword light continued forward, falling on his chest, slicing through the robe on his chest, and then breaking through the armor he wore under the robe, leaving a long bloody gash on his chest.

Blood gushed and spilled in the air.

"Father!"

Two dragon sons came to their father's rescue.

"Father, I'm going to snatch the Excalibur back!"

"Don't go over!" Zhenze Longjun, who was seriously injured, stopped his impulsive son.

He had already lost one son and did not want to lose a second.

"Give me back that sword, or I will set off a monstrous wave that will flood the six cities and thirty-two towns around Zhenze."

"If you dare to do this, Zhenze's Jiaolong will disappear from this world!" Wang Zhe said coldly.

He held the sword in his hand, and was already thinking about whether to directly behead this dragon monarch here.

"Ao Zhen, since that negative heart is dead, the marriage between my Yun Mengze and you Zhen Ze has also ended here, release my niece immediately, otherwise Yun Mengze's soldiers will overwhelm the realm and destroy your Dragon Palace!"

At this time, the red dragon on the side also took the opportunity to fall into the well, although he was also injured, but the domineering spirit on his body was not weak at all.

"Ao Meng, don't be rampant!"

"It's still hard to talk about it!" Ao Meng sneered.

Wang Zhe looked at them, then at the rolling lake below, and at the three princes of the dragon floating above.

He stepped to the shore and slashed down with a sword.

The turbulent lake in front of him was cut in half by a sword, and then he stood quietly by the lake, looking coldly at the dragon in the clouds.

"Let's go back!" Ao Zhen said this sentence with great difficulty.

Under the anger, Ao Zhen is still reasonable, and there is no point in fighting, just giving his life in vain.

"Father!" His two sons were still unwilling.

My younger brother is dead, the treasure of the Dragon Palace is gone, Zhen Ze has suffered a heavy loss this time, and his face is gone!

"Let's go!"

Ao Zhen left the Dragon Palace with his two sons, and after a while, Ao Ying came out of Zhenze.

"Thank you so much!" She first saluted Wang Zhe, and then followed the injured Ao Meng in the sky.

Wang Zhe stood by the lake, quietly watching the turbulent Zhenze,

killed the three princes of the dragon and got a "dragon yuan", which contained more essence than the Qingjiao Neidan of the day.

Now that he has become a human immortal, he can directly absorb the power contained in it.

In the past, he had killed a water demon of the water tribe, but it was not a simple method of resisting water, which was also an unexpected gain.

The night passed slowly, and the waves gradually stopped, and the water tribe that shook Ze did not set off the flood in the end.

The next morning, the clouds in the sky had cleared and the rain had stopped.

Wang Zhe stayed here for another day.

Standing by the lake, sitting cross-legged, the ancient sword was lying across the knee,

He poured his mana into it, but was rejected by a force,

This is the method of raising swords that he learned in the "Nansai Sword Codex", raising swords with his own qi, which is not much with the principle of refining magic weapons.

It's just that the more powerful the magic weapon, the more difficult it is to refine, and this sword is resisting Wang Zhe.

He is not in a hurry, anyway, there is time, and the more he resists, the more he proves that this sword is extraordinary.

One day, two days,

The storm has calmed down, and the sky has cleared,

Wang Zhe left Zhenze and went to Yiyi with Laifu.

By the way, he made a scabbard for the sword he had just obtained, and then continued to wrap the sword with his own mana, always warming.

Jinshan Temple is located on the top of the Golden Mountain in Yiyi and is a famous Buddhist holy place.

From a distance, the temple is built on the mountain, the halls and halls are connected to each other, and the pavilions and pavilions are connected to each other.

Cishou Pagoda stands on the top of the Golden Mountain, rising from the ground, abruptly cloudy sky.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, layers of palaces, one by one towers, the golden mountain is densely wrapped, and the mountain and the temple are integrated.

The whole Jinshan seems to be a magnificent and magnificent temple, constituting a group of buildings that are connected by the Lu Mo Dong and Danhui Biying, forming a kind of golden and brilliant "temple wrapped in the mountain" peculiar style.

There is also a lake next to the Golden Mountain Temple, which sparkles in the winter sun.

Wang Zhe saw a piece of Buddha light on this temple, which was far better than Lanruo Temple several times.

There are a few Buddhist holy places in the world, but they are not just talking.

Wang Zhe slowly approached Jinshan Temple.

Knock, knock, knock,

There were bursts of bells in the temple, which sounded like an inexplicable rhythm, which made people feel calm, and the closer they got to Jinshan Temple, the stronger this feeling became.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain and stood outside the temple gate, ordinary people even had an urge to take refuge in Buddhism.

Just as he arrived outside the temple gate, a young monk with a handsome face stood at the temple gate.

"Amitabha, the little monk Fahai, made a special trip here to wait for the donor."

Fahai? Wang Zhe was slightly stunned when he heard this, looking at the young monk in front of him, it was easy to have a good impression of this handsome appearance.

"Wait for me? Did you know I was coming? ”

"Master said that there will be distinguished guests visiting in the next two days, and the little monk has been waiting here since yesterday." The young monk said.

"You've been waiting here?"

"Sitting, lying and walking are all practice, and the little monk is waiting for the benefactor, and he is also practicing." So said Fahai.

"Come and wait here, I'll come when I go."

After hearing this, Laifu lay down at the door.

"It doesn't hurt to invite it in." Fahai glanced at Laifu and said.

"Just let it stay here."

Then Wang Zhe followed Fahai into the Jinshan Temple.

"What does the monk think of the monsters?"

"Youkai?" Fahai was stunned when he heard this.

"All living beings in the world are equal, and monsters are also living beings, nothing more than good and evil." Nafahai was silent for a moment before saying.

"All beings in Buddhism are equal?"

"Yes and no."

"Alright, stop." Wang Zhe decisively stopped this topic, he is not here to talk about Buddha this time.

"Just ask Jinshan Temple is a holy place of Buddhism, and the Buddha is brilliant from a distance, which is very extraordinary."

"The donor has won the prize, how about the little monk take the donor on a tour?"

"Okay, I'm bothering the monk."

"Convenient with others, convenient with yourself." Fahai Zen Master said.

Wang Zhe smiled after hearing this, it was really tiring to chat with these monks who had wisdom roots in Buddhism.

"Does the monk know a person named Bai Suzhen?"

"It's the first time the little monk has heard of this name." Monk Fahai lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying.

"What about Xu Xian?"

"It's the first time I've heard of this name."

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Prajna Buddhas, World-Honored Jizo, Prajna Ba Ma Kong?"

"The donor's words seem to be a bit of a Buddha." Hearing this, Na Fahai pondered for a moment and then said.

"I said casually, the monk should not be taken seriously." Wang Zhe looked at Fahai's contemplative appearance and knew that it must be the first time he had heard of these things.

Monk Fahai took Wang Zhe to visit Jinshan Temple.

The thousand-year-old temple has an extraordinary heritage, and there are many monks here.

Some monks are chanting, some are meditating and participating in Zen, some are chopping wood, some are eating,

Wang Zhe saw the fat-headed and big-eared monk again, holding a bowl of rice in his hand, which was stacked into a small mountain, and he was eating it in a big gulp.

Well, ahem, ahem,

After seeing Wang Zhe, his face changed, and he was obviously choked.

"Your senior brother?"

"Yes, the little monk's senior brother, the Dharma name is Fayuan, the donor should have seen it before?"

"I've seen it, I'm impressed." Wang Zhe said with a smile.

"Amitabha, welcome donors to Jinshan Temple." The monk of Nafa Yuan held rice in one hand and saluted Wang Zhe in the other.

"Disturb the monk's meal."

"Out of the way, out of the way." Zen Master Fayuan said with a smile.

"Senior brother take this donor to take a good look."

"Yes, brother"

"I didn't expect it to come" Monk Fayuan looked at Wang Zhe's back, sighed, and then continued to eat.

In this Jinshan Temple, there is a thousand-year-old Bodhi tree, an old monk standing under the Bodhi tree, looking at the age of more than sixty, looking like an ordinary monk, it seems that he is waiting for them.

"Donor, that is the master of the little monk, the host of Jinshan Temple, and the Lingyou Zen Master." Monk Fahai said.

"Amitabha, the distinguished guests are coming, and the Jinshan Temple is full of brilliance."

"The master has won the prize."

"The donor has a relationship with my Buddhism!" Monk Lingyou said with a smile, a pair of eyes containing the light of wisdom, as if he could see all kinds of things in the world, the causes and consequences.

It's the same sentence again. Wang Zhe just smiled.

"Master, there are a few things I want to ask the master for advice."

"Donor, please speak."

"What's further up?" What Wang Zhe said sounded a little inexplicable.

Zen Master Lingyou also hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then understood the meaning of Wang Zhe's words.

"Transcendent from life and death." The Lingyou Zen Master was silent for a while and said these four words.

Just these four words can't help but make people feel for a while.

What is transcendence from life and death?

Jumping out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, immortal and immortal, that is transcending life and death.

But how do you get there?

"Master, where is the former Immortal Buddha now? Feathering, extinction, or in that Great Luo Heaven, the Sacred Realm of Bliss? Wang Zhe asked another question.

"The donor asked, but the old man didn't know." That Lingyou monk said truthfully.

The two monks accompanied Wang Zhe to visit Jinshan Temple, during which the Lingyou Zen Master also talked about Buddhism with Wang Zhe, and before he knew it, it was already dark.

There were bursts of chanting in the temple, as well as the sound of wooden fish, and the sound of Sanskrit.

"It's getting late, the donor might as well stay in Jinshan Temple tonight."

"Don't bother Master Qingxiu, I'm here, I've seen you, it's time to go." Wang Zhe said with a smile.

"The old monk asks more, where is the donor going next?"

"Go wherever you want." Wang Zhe said.

He doesn't have a fixed destination, he just wants to walk around.

I have been to so many places in my previous life, and it is time to see different scenery in this life.

"Amitabha, the donor has great magical powers, if he can uphold his own heart, it is really a blessing for the common people."

This rhetoric is no different from that of Zen Master Guangji.

"The master has won the prize."

Wang Zhe said goodbye to Lingyou and Fahai, and went down the mountain with Laifu.

Fahai and Zen Master Lingyou stood at the door, looking at the one man and one dog in the distance.

"Master, why is he here?"

"For you."

"The disciple has never seen this person, and he also said some inexplicable words to the disciple, and there are some Buddhist words in a few sentences."

Fahai thought about what Wang Zhe had just said.

"This donor's cultivation is extremely profound, and he came to Jinshan Temple today, maybe as he said, he wanted to come and see, so he came, he wanted to go, so he left, and he went to stay in his heart.

If you encounter it outside in the future, you must be careful. ”

"Yes, Master."

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