Shen Yu sat in the Buddha hall.

The whole space was very quiet, and the Lingyin Temple surprisingly did not pursue the death of the bitter monk.

So, he had a lot of time to meditate.

From stepping into the Daozong Mountain Gate to the present, when looking for the Tianxuan Sword, he has encountered a lot of things.

But the footsteps were always too hurried, and Shen Yu didn't have time to stop.

Whether it's the temple on the Sky Mountain, or the sound of the six senses constantly reminding you to speed up your pace.

Let Shen Yu let himself move forward every day.

Ignoring cultivation and ignoring the many people around him.

For example, the spirit sword and bean sprouts brothers and sisters brought back from Wanliu City.

For example, Aoyama.

For example, Shang Yingluo.

Shen Yu likes these people very much, and in the long wait, there are only a handful of people who can make Shen Yu like or even care about.

There's a lot more to it than just people.

Fuyao Mountain, the sword god is dead, but Shen Yu knows that it was not himself who killed him, nor Taixuan three thousand years ago.

It's the loneliness that he has no hope for.

Therefore, even if he was imprisoned by cause and effect because of this cultivation and fell into death, Shen Yu did not have any emotions towards the nameless old man.

Because three thousand years ago, he felt the same way.

Shen Yu thinks about it now, people are alive, and they are always looking for it.

Some people end up so tired that they choose to give up, but there are always more people who don't stop looking.

In this life, Shen Yu began to walk the road he had taken before, but the difference was that the scenery along the way had changed.

Now, he has a new problem.

Who is blocking the path of ascension of the spiritual wilderness, where did the Taoist Ancestor, the Buddha, the Confucian Sage, and the rumored three sages go?

Who let his ascension be blocked, and then the Tianxuan sword was broken, and the soul was scattered in the heavens and the earth.

The former, Shen Yu had asked in the academy, in the Taoist sect, and even in Yaochi, but no one could know clearly.

There is not even the slightest record of the library buildings of these three holy places.

There was no evidence of any existence in the Spirit Wilderness during that period of time, but Shen Yu knew that if the first few people in the world who practiced at the beginning failed to leave here, then the people behind them, no matter how genius they were, would never be able to surpass their predecessors.

And the second problem, as the Tianxuan Sword was recovered, the scars on it could not be seen.

And the machine spirit also fused with the divine soul and turned into the current Shen Yu.

It's even more difficult to understand what happened 3,000 years ago.

Outside the house, it was snowing.

Shen Yu's thoughts were also scattered.

Bang!

A woman's figure walked into the Buddha hall with the wind and snow.

Many people don't like winter, and willow is one of them, and every day is like spring in Feilaifeng.

Therefore, after coming to the sandbank, Yang Liu felt that everything was very annoying.

Shen Yu didn't raise his head, and said calmly, "Don't you really want to ask why I brought you to Lingyin Temple."

"Don't dare, no..." The woman hurriedly covered up.

I don't know why, every time I see this man who looks almost the same age as himself and has a beautiful face.

Yang Liu always felt very depressed in his heart, as if the man in front of him could easily see through people's hearts, and there was nothing in the world that he didn't know.

Shen Yu said: "This world is not very peaceful, you can't fly to the peak all your life, and the people under the mountain have never killed people for a reason."

Yang Liu's face turned pale, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Teacher......Senior Brother..., do you want me to go down the mountain?"

Shen Yu said: "Cultivators practice penance, and comprehend in the Heavenly Dao, even if they are stupid and stupid like a cow, they can refine a golden pill realm, and in the future, not to mention the upper three realms, the middle three realms can no longer be comprehended by relying on penance."

Yang Liu's mind calmed down a little, as long as she didn't drive her down the mountain, she was not afraid.

Shen Yu looked at the soft woman in front of him and said softly, "That's it, there is always uncertainty in the path of cultivation, since you don't

Tomorrow, Lingyin Temple will hold a ceremony for that monk, so don't wander around, and go with me when the time comes."

Yang Liu nodded.

…

The person with the highest ranking in Lingyin Temple died.

But the entire spiritual wilderness, the Holy Land, and the famous sects didn't know how he died.

No one even came forward in Lingyin Temple, so many people thought that the bitter monk was dying.

Therefore, after consulting with several elders, Hui Ke set a date for his burial.

Day 2.

The ritual officially began, and the process was similar to the rules of many people in the Tang Dynasty, except that the number of monks chanting scriptures in the back mountain of Lingyin Temple was twice as large as usual.

The disciples of the various sects outside also watched everything quietly.

Shen Yu was naturally different from others, sitting in the Buddhist hall, listening to the sound of scriptures floating outside, looking at the white flags fluttering in the wind and snow, and was silent.

Yang Liu made him a cup of tea, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

After drinking tea, Shen Yu got up and walked out of the Buddhist hall.

Although there are people from the eight holy places, there are only five people who are really qualified to enter the Spirit Mountain.

A prince of the Li family sent by the Tang Dynasty, Shen Yu, a middle-aged man from Liubo Mountain, a Taoist Qing Law Palace, and a qi practitioner from Dongwang Island. Look at the book

Monk Hui Ke stands in front of a towering stupa to greet the crowd of mourners.

Seeing the middle-aged man in Liubo Mountain from a distance, with a bewitching face and a hat, he couldn't help but show a displeased look on his face.

Yang Liu also heard Shen Yu say not long ago that the dead bitter monk was actually an uncle and nephew of the current Tang Dynasty Emperor, and he was extremely shocked, thinking that the rumors of the discord between the Tang Kingdom and the Lingyin Temple in the world seemed to be fake.

Li Yan looked at Hui Ke's expression, turned his head and glanced at Shen Yu next to him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, as the person in charge of the Dao Sect coming here this time, a disciple who didn't listen to orders was really annoying.

More importantly, the purpose of coming here.

Therefore, Li Yan felt that he needed to get closer to Lingyin Temple.

He walked up to the bewitching man from Liubo Mountain and said, "Buddhism is a big event, change into plain clothes."

The man raised his head, glanced at Li Yan, and grinned, "Who did I say, it turned out to be the bull's nose of the Dao Sect, what, are you sure you are qualified to let me change my clothes?"

The entire spiritual wilderness is clear, Liubo Mountain and Dao Sect look at each other with disgust, the two holy lands don't know how many times they have fought each other, and they don't know how many disciples have died.

Now there is actually an elder of the Taoist sect who provokes the door, and the bewitching man thinks for no reason that this person is a little stupid.

Li Yan frowned, and said angrily: "You Liubo Mountain has always been a barbarian, but today Master Ku passed away, but you wear red and green, this is rude."

Li Yan's voice was very loud, and countless people around him looked at this side, and they were also surprised to see that the principals of the two holy lands were arguing loudly about this kind of thing.

It stands to reason that this is where the Lingyin Temple is located, and the Taoist Sect should not come out anyway.

Although Liubo Mountain is located in a corner, the relationship between the two factions is also very good for Lingyin Temple.

It's just incomprehensible that these two people actually had an argument over a matter the size of a grain of rice.

Countless people's eyes looked at the little monk in front of the pagoda.

Shen Yu's expression was calm, and he stood indifferently in front of the Buddha hall, his eyes falling in the distance.

Hui Ke reluctantly walked between the two, and with a wave of his sleeves, a faint golden light lit up.

"Uncle Li, Hall Master, today is a major event in my Lingyin Temple, don't disturb the bitter patriarch!"

The little monk's Buddha power is amazing, and the random change will suppress the hall master surnamed Liyan and Liubo Mountain.

Li Yan's face changed slightly, you must know that he is the person whose killing power is inferior to the hall master of the Qinglu Palace, although the realm has not stepped into the upper three realms, but the combat power is not bad.

And the hand that the little monk showed at this time already had the power of the upper three realms.

On the other side, the hall master surnamed Xi also restrained his breath, took out a set of plain clothes from the storage ring and changed it.

A storm subsided.

Many people don't know why the Taoist Sect Liyan would conflict with the hall master of Liubo Mountain.

Even Hui Ke frowned, unable to understand.

Today is a major event in Lingyin Temple, the bitter master passed away inexplicably, and the host was closed door, and some disciples even felt that it was too simple to treat the ancestor with the highest rank in the door like this.

Li Yan glanced up at the distance, his gaze slightly cold.

The prince of the Tang Dynasty looked idle, and he didn't care about the movements around him.

The next moment.

Rumble!

A brilliant sword light flashed through the crowd, followed by a pair of spears as black as ink.

Countless people scattered in an instant.

The entire space was stretched apart by these two sudden bursts of force.

The sword light is pointing.

The tip of the gun is directed.

It was Shen Yu.

Monk Hui Ke was closest to Shen Yu, and subconsciously took a step forward, the coarse cloth Zen robe was windless and automatic, and ten thousand golden lights burst out from his pupils.

Rumble!

At this time, Hui Ke King Kong was angry, muttering the Buddha's name in his mouth, and behind him it was like thousands of gods and Buddhas appeared.

"Amitabha!"

The sword light and the tip of the spear pierced the Buddha's light at the same time, making a piercing sound, and the sword light and the tip of the spear pressed down, and a deep depression appeared.

But it still can't be pierced.

Shen Yu's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to care about the sudden assassination, and smiled at the little monk, "It's even more beating."

Hui Ke looked at him and said angrily, "You come."

Shen Yu shook his head.

"I'm in Lingyin Temple, and if someone kills me, you naturally have to stop me."

Shen Yu said lightly.

When the words fell, Hui Ke's face changed slightly, and the next moment, the Buddha light that could hold it shattered, like a broken mirror.

"Die!" Li Yan's face was indifferent, completely different from his previous expression of joy and anger, and his cold eyes were waiting for the handsome man in front of him.

On the other side, the hall master surnamed Xi sneered, his figure jumped up again, and he raised his gun and smashed it down.

Countless auras are sandwiched.

A Great Cultivator of the Holy Land who is in the Merge Realm and whose combat power is comparable to that of the Upper Three Realms.

A strong man from Liubo Mountain, with amazing marksmanship, and the realm is a strong man who has stepped into the upper three realms with half a foot.

Everyone in the field, even someone like Hui Ke who had already stepped into the upper three realms, couldn't resist the combined attack of the two.

What shocked countless people even more was that the two seemed to have practiced the technique of joint attack.

The sword light of the past is shrouded in the upper que.

The main body of the hall locked Shen Yu's feet.

"It turns out that the two of them were just acting before, such an assassination, how could Shen Yu of that Dao Sect stop it."

"Yes, I'm afraid that this time, Shen Yu, who is famous for his spiritual desolation, will also die here."

More people couldn't help but ask.

"But Li Yan is an elder of the Dao Sect, why did he kill Shen Yu?"

"Liubo Mountain and Dao Sect are mortal enemies, how can these two people know each other so well?"