The green hills that passed along the way began to slowly change color. The yellow, barren hills are undulating and desolate as far as the eye can see.

Lingshan is in the sandbank, Yan Tuo is in the country, with Yang Liu's current cultivation, it took several days to fight the sword all the way.

As the speed of the flying sword decreased, the small sights and people on the ground gradually became clear. The country of Yantuo has a large population, and it has the reputation of the country of ten thousand Buddhas on the sandbar in the Western Regions, and even in the hot desert, the land here is extremely fertile.

At this moment, even in the cold winter, there is still no snow on the ground, and there are even many green wheat seedlings growing in the place connected to the lake.

At the end of the vast field stands a very high mountain peak, the summit is covered with snow, and the majestic atmosphere is mixed with human fireworks.

At the foot of the mountain, a straight passage connects the capital of Yantuo Kingdom, spanning the entire field, and at the end of the other side, there is a temple built on the mountain.

At this time, the avenue was full of horse-drawn carriages, and there were many simple shacks, and some people even sat on the ground.

Yang Liu looked at the crowd around curiously, she practiced in the Taoist sect all the year round, and she had almost forgotten about the prosperity and bustle under the mountain.

"Lingyin Temple is not a retreat, these people are here to seek medical treatment or make wishes." Shen Yu put his hands behind his back and slowly moved forward.

After hearing this, Yang Liu's eyes showed a hint of admiration, and he praised: "It is worthy of being a holy land of Buddhism, but it is much more kind than those people in Kunlun." Shen Yu didn't speak, his steps went straight forward, and he didn't make any stops.

Three thousand years ago, someone said the same thing, and then Shen Yu slashed all the Buddhas with a sword, making Lingyin Temple escape for thousands of years.

The world always likes to go with the flow, and if someone says that the Buddha is good, then countless people will echo it. But I didn't know that the three generations of Kunlun were all in charge of the fall of the demon clan in the first war, and the Buddhism sect was reluctant to survive.

This is also one of the reasons why Shen Yu killed ten thousand Buddhas. It's just that three thousand years ago, what Lingyin Temple once did has long been annihilated in the long river of time, and no one remembers it anymore.

Half an hour later. The two came to the woods in front of the Lingyin Temple. The civet cat fell from the willow's arms, and after a few happy jumps, he hunched his back and roared a few times towards the temple.

This spirit beast that Shen Yu and Yu Wenwen saved together can now almost fight with ordinary Cave True Realm cultivators.

Shen Yu casually reached out and pinched its neck, and then rested it on his shoulder, the little guy suddenly lowered his eyebrows and pleased, not daring to lose his temper.

Yang Liu covered her mouth and snickered behind her. One thing descends one thing. The spirit beast that no one dares to mess with in Feilai Peak is no different from a cat at this moment.

Yang Liu looked up at the majestic eaves of the Yellow Temple in front of him, and subconsciously solemnized a little in his heart, and asked, "Senior brother, do you want to make a report?" Shen Yu said lightly: "I don't come to see the Buddha, the Buddha Yi comes to see me." "Yang Liu doesn't understand.

"Amitabha, Lord Shen Shi is unparalleled in wisdom, sometimes, the little monk is thinking, if you enter my Lingyin Temple, there must be a different atmosphere." A Buddha horn came, and a young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe and a handsome face was revealed at the entrance of the temple in the distance.

Yang Liu didn't know him. Shen Yu knew that Nanhe City, Wanliu City, had seen it more than once. Lingyin Temple's generation of Zen.

Huike. At this moment, Hui Ke looked at the man in front of him who had a somewhat thin face, but his breath dissipated, and he seemed to be annihilated in the world at any time, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

As early as a year ago, he returned to Lingyin Temple to cultivate, and he didn't know anything about Fuyao Mountain.

"Master Shen, why are you like this....?" Hui Ke couldn't imagine anyone who could make Shen Yu suffer such a serious injury, not even Li Yi of the Blue Emperor City.

Shen Yu shook his head slightly, without explaining. Hui Ke looked at the willow next to him and found that this woman had a delicate face, and she was dressed in green cedar like a hibiscus out of water, which was very good-looking.

He had seen Yu Wenwen, another genius of the Dao Sect, who liked white clothes and was as cold as ice. Although the person in front of him seems to have a slightly weaker aura, he is also extremely powerful.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't remember anyone in the Dao Sect who was similar to the woman in front of me. However, Hui Ke often walked outside after all, and asked directly, "Who is the donor......?" ”

"Willow." Hui Ke bowed, then turned to look at Shen Yu and asked, "I don't know what the two of you are doing when you come to my small temple?" Shen Yu said, "See someone." Monk Hui Ke was stunned when he heard this, the relationship between the Taoist Sect and the Lingyin Temple was not good, and if you want to say that Shen Yu knows something, it may be herself.

Thinking of this, Hui Ke smiled and said, "Master Shen is here to find a little monk..."Shen Yu shook his head and said, "I'm looking for a bitter monk." Hui Ke was stunned for a long time before he could speak.

The bitter monk may not be strange to outsiders, but Monk Huike is a Zen son of this generation, and he almost knows the secrets of Lingyin Temple.

This highest-ranking elder in the temple is now practicing penance in the depths of the Spirit Mountain, and few people know about his existence.

And wanting to see him, Hui Ke subconsciously looked behind him, and at the highest place in the temple, a tall figure could be vaguely seen.

Boom! A magnificent bell rang. Hui Ke's face changed slightly, and then he stretched out his hand towards Shen Yu and the others.

Walk through several temples of the former temple and walk through a ruined stone forest. Yang Liu saw that there were Buddha statue stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and each fracture was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut straight by some sharp weapon.

The little girl couldn't help but be a little frightened, she heard that this was the famous Ten Thousand Buddha Stone Forest of Lingyin Temple, but she didn't expect it to be so mutilated and damaged.

In the whole world, who has the ability to cut off the ten thousand Buddhas. Yang Liu asked in a low voice, "Why are these ten thousand Buddhas all decapitated?" Hui Ke shook his head and sighed: "Fairy Yang, the little monk was born in the temple since he was a child, and he also asked the elders in the temple, and even presided over it, but no one knew the reason. He looked at the remnant Buddha in the slow ground, and said in confusion: "No one knows how this ten thousand Buddhas collapsed, and the classics in the door are not known to people in several other holy places, as if this period of history is incomplete..."

Lingyin Temple is one of the top three existences in the world's transcendent holy land, and if anyone can destroy the Ten Thousand Buddhas, it must be something that amazes the entire world.

But no one has ever recorded such a major event. Yang Liu subconsciously looked at Shen Yu in front of her, she didn't know why, she felt in her heart that Senior Brother Shen must know.

Just like when he was on Xiaozhu Peak, he seemed to know some of his shortcomings in his cultivation.

"Senior brother, do you know?" The woman asked quietly. Shen Yu stopped and glanced around.

Since the rain fell three thousand years ago, a certain period of history seems to have been erased, and Shen Yu has already had some speculations in his heart after talking to Kunlun Liu Shouyi in the academy.

Now that he saw this remnant Buddha Broken Forest, Shen Yu confirmed something. However, these things have nothing to do with Yang Liu or Huike.

Therefore, Shen Yu just replied lightly: "I don't know." Yang Liu was a little disappointed. , Hui Ke was a little puzzled, but he was not sure, this guy in front of him was a guy who had to give three points even to the three realms.

He is the first person of the younger generation of Taoism. If it weren't for the names of the top three people on the Lingyun List being covered up by Tianji, Hui Ke even thought that Shen Yu must be one of the three.

But for the remnants of the ten thousand Buddhas in the temple, Hui Ke subconsciously thought that even if it was Shen Yu, it was impossible to know.

Shen Yu didn't look at it, moved forward, and said, "Let's go." "After walking for a long time, I came to the deepest part of Lingyin Temple, near the mountainside of the majestic snow-capped mountain, where it was lonely and I couldn't hear the slightest birdsong.

I only saw a Buddhist hall near the cliff. The whole building is made of black rock, which looks a bit bitter cold.

Hui Ke sent the two to the front of the hall, and then they didn't go in. In Lingyin Temple, the host once said that no disciple is allowed to enter the Buddha Hall without permission.

Shen Yu nodded at him, then stepped up the steps with his hands in his hands and walked in. The hall was very simple, with a few futons and nothing left.

In the center of the futon sits an old monk with white hair. It was the bitter monk he was looking for. This old monk who can even be said to have a very high level of spiritual desolation in Lingyin Temple opened his eyes slightly and asked, "What are you looking for me?" Shen Yu looked at the old monk, thinking about some of the things Su Mo had told him, and said indifferently: "I am Daoist Shen Yu, and the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty should call you uncle." The bitter monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the thin man in front of him in disbelief.

This level of identity, in the whole world, only he and the Son of Heaven know, but Shen Yu is just a fugue realm, looking at his body, it seems that he is deeply involved in some kind of cause and effect.

How could such a person know such a secret, or did the Tang Emperor deliberately say it?

The bitter monk asked indifferently: "The poor monk doesn't know what the donor said, if it's okay, please go back." The tone was full of murderous intent, and the entire Buddha hall suddenly lacked bursts of Buddha sounds.

The realm of Yang Liu was slightly lower, and he hurriedly used the spiritual power around him, desperately resisting the voice. The iQue Realm is still a realm away from the Upper Three Realms, even if she has been cultivating in Feilai Peak for a long time and has received Su Mo's guidance, she can't barely resist for long in this powerful force.

Just when Yang Liu couldn't hold on, a gentle breath flowed into his body.

"Senior brother..."Yang Liu's cheeks were slightly red, and it turned out that Shen Yu reached out and held his right hand. Shen Yu's expression was calm, and he said lightly: "Your Li family, one is the king of the most powerful country in the world, and the other is the highest ranking elder of the Buddhist sect. When the words fell, the bitter monk was full of horror, his breath stagnated, and he said in a trembling voice: "Who are you?" How do you know that I am Lee's secret? Shen Yu said calmly: "You don't need to know, there are two things, one is that I want to participate in meditation here, and the other is that I want to open the secret realm of Lingshan." The bitter monk shook his head and said: "Impossible, I don't care who you are, the secret realm of Lingshan, except for the four first seats, otherwise there is no way to open it even if you are hosting." At this moment, the bitter monk seemed to have forgotten that he was a cultivator of the Upper Three Realms, and that the other party was just a fugue realm.

The man's few words gave him an unfathomable feeling. It's as if if you shoot yourself, you will be slashed by a sword.

This feeling was only felt when he went to Chang'an City to ask for guilt and met the dean of the academy. That time, the bitter meditation he had been practicing for seventy years was broken by a sleeve, and his cultivation realm fell, and three years ago, he barely cultivated back to the upper three realms.

Therefore, the bitter monk did not dare to gamble.