Hui Ke leaves the temple. On the path, a slender man with a face as warm as jade stood quietly in front of the pavilion.

"Daozong, Chen Cambodia." The man said lightly. As soon as he saw this person, Hui Ke frowned, and after a long time, he stepped forward and said: "The first person of the younger generation of the Dao Sect is Shen Yu, but you are too rare to go out of the mountain, and your reputation is not obvious, if you also walk the world like Shen Yu, I think Chen Cambodia's reputation will not be bad." Chen Cambodia looked up into the distance, his eyes were very complicated.

He didn't want to come here, let alone face Shen Yu. But in the end, the teacher's fate is difficult to disobey. Shizun's cultivation has not advanced an inch over the years, all because of his obsession with the Dao heart.

And where the obsession is, it is in the Yuan Temple, in the Feilai Peak. In that fairy-like man. Chen Cambodia was not without persuasion, in his opinion, Shen Yu did not make the Qinglu Hall lose face, even if the master's natal sword was abolished, it could be regarded as a young man's frivolity.

But Shizun is stubborn, if he can't destroy him, Shizun may have demons in this life.

Thinking of this, Chen Cambodia took two steps forward, only half a step away from Hui Ke, and said indifferently: "Senior Brother Shen doesn't know that I'm here, but I know that he is here, and I know that he came here to find Master Ku." Hui Ke's face was calm, and he said lightly: "Then what is the matter with you looking for a little monk?" Chen Cambodia said: "He came here to seek liberation, and I also came here to seek liberation, I want to ask you to sit down and watch, no matter what happens between me and Senior Brother Shen, you must not interfere." Hui Ke's expression was solemn, the Taoist Sect has four halls, the Yuan Temple is where the head is located, and the Qinglu Hall is in charge of the rules of the sect, and there is no conflict between the two halls.

But today, the most outstanding senior brother of the Qinglu Palace, and maybe even the next generation of hall masters, wants to kill.

It was the most outstanding disciples of the Yuan Temple and even the entire Dao Sect who were killed. As a Zen of Lingyin Temple's generation, it is difficult for him not to do something.

Now, presiding over the retreat, the four first ones are hidden, and the entire Lingyin Temple may really only be able to stop it.

A genius disciple of the Dao Sect of the Upper Three Realms. ... Buddha Hall. The bitter monk's knife-like face became more and more miserable.

Even the atmosphere in the entire room became solemn, and the black and oppressive Buddha power was suppressed, like a mountain rain coming.

Yang Liu subconsciously approached Shen Yu. The younger brother of the previous generation of the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty hid his identity and hid in Lingyin Temple.

If he was presided over or known by the four major leaders, it was difficult for the bitter monk to imagine how his life would change in the future.

From the highest-ranking monk to the prisoner of the Buddha cave. Lingyin Temple's hatred for Datang is even greater than that of the Ten Thousand Demons of the Demon Domain.

No one can forget that outside Chang'an City, the dean killed thirty-six Arhats with one sleeve, making the middle combat power of Lingyin Temple less than half.

It has made the other eight holy places laugh at for decades. The bitter monk smiled bitterly: "He asked you to come here to open the secret realm of Lingshan, what is the use of the things in it?" Shen Yu said: "That key, your Li family has kept it for generations, and because of this, it has been rich for thousands of years, and it should be over." The bitter monk shook his head.

After a long time, the killing intent in the Buddha hall dissipated, the old monk's face turned bitter, and the whole person became older and older. Yang Liu's eyes were firmly fixed on the front, and he exclaimed, "Old monk, dead!" ”.... December.

The highest-ranking monk of Lingyin Temple died. The entire Linghuang received this incredible news.

The eight holy lands, the six major sects, and countless cultivators from other five continents all knew about it. Some old people still can't believe that anyone else can let a practitioner of the Buddha Bodhisattva realm die.

That's the bodhisattva realm. A peak powerhouse that has no gap with the powerhouse of Wonderland. .... In a certain valley, the clouds were shrouded in mist, and the whole sky took on a white appearance.

What is shocking is that in the fairyland-like valley, there are more than ten terrifying stone pillars full of human bones.

Li Qinglian stood on the central stone pillar with her hands in her hands, looking into the distance and not knowing what she was thinking. An extremely large black shadow emerged from the depths of the clouds, like a mountain suddenly appearing.

Thousand rivers holy beast, nightmare. The clouds and mist suddenly stirred, interlacing light and dark, and then forming several lines of strange words, which appeared in front of Li Qinglian.

That was the consciousness of the sacred beast.

"The seal of Lingshan is getting weaker and weaker, it's fast, it's fast, there is not much power left in the world of that old bald donkey, as long as there is another power in the Bodhisattva realm, it can be completely opened." Li Qinglian still looked into the distance and said lightly: "What are you anxious about, it's been three thousand years, and you can't wait for this moment." "If someone could see it from above, it would be a picture that will never be forgotten.

A huge snake-like beast actually bowed down in front of the man, as docile as a cat.

"I'm going there, I'm going to welcome back the Spirit of the Holy Lord in person." Li Qinglian said indifferently: "I'm afraid that there will be no return, do you think Shen Yu is an idiot, or do you think that the Kunlun Palm Church will stand by?" The boiling of the clouds was much quieter, and after a moment, another consciousness came.

"Hmph, that little guy doesn't even go to the three realms, and he dares to make a move on me?" Li Qinglian said: "For him, breaking through the realm is as simple as eating and drinking, that time he deliberately led a few of us to attack, you think he is bold, it is because he feels that he is sure to deal with the great cultivators of the upper three realms." ”

"Then there is another Bodhisattva realm, who will you kill?" Li Qinglian looked indifferent and said indifferently: "Damn it." ”.... Approaching the end of the year, the wind and snow are becoming more and more urgent.

Shen Yu and Yang Liu lived an extremely simple life in the Buddhist hall of Lingyin Temple, as if they were waiting for something. The bitter monk cut off his heart after the conversation that day.

Then, the first Xuanhai monk of the four major towers of Lingyin Temple ordered that the two people and one spirit civet were locked in the Buddha hall.

Surprisingly, Shen Yu didn't resist, didn't even explain, just lightly ordered, the Buddha Hall would send a flower and plant in every day.

Not for looking. It's so that the willow is not boring. Therefore, the first thing that the willows do when they get up every day is the same as in the Taoist sect, watering the flowers and plants.

Of course, in his spare time, he would ask Shen Yu for some advice on cultivation. Even sometimes, she would sneak out of the Buddhist hall to listen to the master's interpretation of the scriptures in the front hall of the lecture hall, and the civet would often follow her, lying on the Buddha platform and falling asleep.

The monks were angry at first, but after one of the primaries said, 'Let her be,' it no longer made sense.

Although an ancestor died in the temple, each monk did not have a painful look on his face, and he still ate and recited the Buddha as usual every day.

Shen Yu rarely went out every day, just sat on the futon where the original bitter monk meditated and cultivated, closed his eyes and recuperated.

Suddenly, one day, he opened his eyes and looked at the melting snow outside the house, only to realize that he had been here for a long time.

He glanced at the civet lying beside him. Although the little one looks very large, his mind is still not an adult.

"Winter is almost over, spring is coming, you don't have any ideas?" Shen Yu said suddenly.

The civet's eyes widened, and it frolicked with the old dog every day, and then played with the carp in the waterhole on the mountainside, never knowing what spring meant.

It's just that now listening to Shen Yu say it, it seems that some parts of his body have become hot. It subconsciously stood up, looked a little blankly at a certain place outside the house, and then walked over, smelling the smell wafting in the air, passing through the Buddha hall and pool, and then jumped into the ruined Ten Thousand Buddha Forest.

It was very quiet among the ten thousand Buddhas, and there was not a single human figure, like a tomb. The civet stepped on the top of the Broken Buddha, then coiled in a circle, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening, and the whole sky was not satisfied with the fish-scale sunset. Then it closed its eyes and tried to sleep, but it never fell asleep.

It was so troubled by a very hot emotion that it didn't notice that in the Buddhist hall, Shen Yu was quietly observing itself.

... Lingyin Temple is much more lively. The other eight holy places all sent people to pay their respects. After all, many people have a relationship with the bitter monk, and some have even received his guidance.

In a quiet room, the handsome man looked at the uncle in front of him, his face gloomy. Chen Cambodia has not forgotten the purpose of the master to send him to Lingyin Temple, and even sometimes he secretly thought that if the master didn't say it, he would also come here.

A teacher for one day, a father for life. It's just that it seems that Shizun doesn't trust himself very much, so he sent someone over.

Elder of the Qinglu Temple. Strict. Chen Cambodia has been practicing in the Qinglu Hall since he was a child, and in addition to the master, he knows every elder well.

This Uncle Li, in terms of realm, may not be ranked in the top five. It can be said that the combat power, in the entire Qinglu Palace, except for the master, no one is his opponent.

, life and death struggle, Uncle Li is invincible. is different from Chen Cambodia's handsome and vibrant, strict like a dead wood that is about to decay, his face is wrinkled layer by layer, and his eyes exude the meaning of death all the time.

He walked behind Chen Khan and looked at him. Watching him grow up since he was a child, Li Yan knew very well that Chen Cambodia had found that since he came to Lingyin Temple to mourn on behalf of the Taoist sect, he found that this master and nephew had changed a little.

Li Yan noticed that there was a small black spot on the back of Chen Cambodia's neck, and it was slowly getting bigger.

Then he smelled a very faint smell, and his expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything. The smell was very light, not very smelly but the smell was very uncomfortable, with a vague smell of rotting leaves, and it looked like wood that had been square for many years.

Li Yan knew that he didn't have much to live for, and a lot of rotten aura might be emitted by himself, but for the sake of the Qinglu Palace, he had to do it.

He also thought about finding some ways to prolong his life, but it didn't work. If you don't break through the realm, any elixir pill will not have an effect.

The stern gaze fell in front of Chen Cambodia, and there was a piece of paper on the table, on which a few lines of words were written. Those words were written by Shen Yu.

Shen Yu knew that Chen Cambodia was coming, so he must have known that he was coming. For Daozong, the pride of the sky, Li Yan did not dare to be careless.

Everyone knows that the realm is not very important to Shen Yu. For the sake of his senior brother, he has made up his mind to die.