The sky is full of wind and sand.

Ling Jianzi did not stop at Xiguan.

Even if his spiritual power was exhausted, he didn't choose to stay, just took a few pills, and continued to move forward.

Lingyin Temple and Dao Sect were thousands of miles apart, and for some reason, Su Mo didn't tell Ling Jianzi something about Shen Yu.

But he still knows it from the mouths of many scholars.

Shen Yu disappeared in Lingyin Temple, and another female uncle who was very good to him was imprisoned by Lingyin Temple and told the world that she would be sent to the Buddha cave.

Therefore, Ling Jianzi was desperately urging the flying sword all the way, wanting to get there as soon as possible.

At night, Ling Jianzi saw the temple on the sand dunes.

Spirit Jianzi walked into the ruined temple.

There is a fire burning in the temple.

More than a dozen cultivators sat around the fire.

Cultivators are not afraid of cold and heat, their eyesight is far better than ordinary people, and they don't need light to walk at night, but they still light a fire.

No one likes to be alone, the fire is a sign of calling for companionship, and getting together often gives courage.

The firelight illuminates their faces, and the flames that move with the wind make their faces a little cloudy, and they should still be hesitating, whether to walk a few miles before the opening of the cave in the middle of the night, the problem is that it will inevitably usher in the entanglement and struggle of competitors, in case the cave is fake, wouldn't it be a loss?

More than a dozen eyes fell on Spirit Jianzi's body.

Ling Jianzi ignored it and walked to the corner and sat down.

He didn't need companions and had long been accustomed to solitude.

There was silence in the ruined temple, except for the sound of the flames being stirred by the mountain wind.

I don't know how long it took, but an extremely loud voice came from outside the temple, diluting the tension and depression caused by the night of the broken temple.

"This can't be true! It's also up to them to think of it, what sword Buddha is afraid of Dao Yan Zhenren? It's really a joke, this is Xizhou, it is the Holy Land of Lingshan, Dao Yan Zhenren has not appeared for many years, who knows if he has a military dissolution or decay and old age now, people who have such thoughts are definitely idiots. ”

Walking into the ruined temple were two monks, one old and one young, and the younger one who spoke.

More than a dozen Daomen cultivators glared angrily at the young monk.

The young monk had a rough temperament, and he didn't notice the fire at all, and he didn't expect anyone in the temple, so he was stunned.

If you scold the first person in the world in front of the Taoist cultivators, you shouldn't be beaten...

The young monk was very embarrassed and bowed down again and again to apologize.

More than ten Taoist disciples were angry and helpless, because the young monk's apology attitude was indeed very sincere, and more importantly, he and the old monk carried the old wooden drawer on their backs, dressed up as penance, and knew the origin at a glance, where could they afford to offend?

I heard that the senior monk of Lingyin Temple has a good temper, and he can scold a few words to get angry, what is the point?

No one dared to do anything, accepted the apology of the young monk, got up to salute the old monk, and gave up the best position by the fire.

The young monk suddenly saw the spirit sword wearing a hat in the corner, hesitated a little, looked at it twice before confirming, and couldn't help but scream.

The old monk said helplessly: "What's the matter? ”

"Oops, oops, oops, ......"

The young monk felt that Ling Jianzi wanted to hide his identity, and it was not good to point fingers at him, so he was very anxious, and said to the old monk: "Master, what you said is right, I was wrong. ”

In his mind, the young man in front of him seemed to be a genius disciple of the younger generation of the Dao Sect, and he would definitely argue with himself about the level of the Sword Buddha and the Dao Yan real person.

Ling Jianzi had seen the young monk twice, but he didn't expect him to say so much, and he was even more noisy than bean sprouts.

In the past, he might have been a little annoyed, but now he felt a little disgusted, and looked indifferent to the young monk.

The firelight illuminates the corner of the hat.

The young monk covered his chest with his hands, thinking that as rumored, the geniuses of Feilaifeng had a bad temper.

"Senior Brother Lingjianzi...... No, Senior Brother Lingjianzi...... Why are you here, have you heard rumors about this temple? ”

His voice was so low that the other cultivators in the temple didn't notice.

Spirit Sword shook his head.

The young monk was still ready to say something.

The old monk came over and said, "Shut up. ”

The young monk sighed and closed his mouth, thinking to himself that he and this Taoist disciple were indeed a little conflicted, and he was forced to practice the Silent Meditation every time he saw him.

Seeing this picture, Ling Jianzi thought to himself if he should learn the Closed Mouth Zen and pass it on to Dou Sprouts after two years.

Lingjianzi stretched out his hand and asked the old monk to sit down.

The old monk explained softly.

It turned out that the Zen temple in Donglai Mountain heard about this incident and was worried that there would be a conflict between Taoist disciples and Buddhist disciples, and then smashed the broken temple, so they sent these two people here to persuade them.

Ling Jianzi thinks it's normal, because Zen Buddhism is different from Vinaya Buddhism, and Zen disciples like to meddle in this style.

If you are new to it, you may think that these monks are too pedantic, well-known, or even pretentious.

But Zen Buddhism has been hypocritical for thousands of years, so it will inevitably be respected by many people, including those large and small countries in Xizhou.

"What about you?" The old monk asked.

Ling Jianzi said, "Just take a look, maybe this is the cave left behind by a certain great cultivator after his ascension." ”

The old monk understood that this kind of thing often happened in the past.

Some of the predecessors in the past liked to make some fake caves and joke with the juniors before they ascended or disappeared.

The old monk was a little puzzled and said, "But...... The Sword Buddha is not of this temperament. ”

But...... In addition, the real person who is called the number one in the world also likes it.

Ling Jianzi thought.

The mountain wind was sudden, and the fire in the temple was blown around.

More than a dozen Daomen disciples got up and swept outside the temple one after another, looking towards a certain place in the mountain.

Under the night dome, there was a faint treasure light that flickered like water, and the wind rose from there.

"The mechanism is going to be turned on!"

"One step ahead!"

There were still a few cultivators who couldn't help it, and before the cave mansion opened, they entered the area of twenty miles.

As several sword rays lit up the night sky, more cultivators appeared in the surrounding mountains.

The spirit sword swept up with the wind and landed on the top of a big tree, looking into the distance and silent.

Back then, between the cliffs more than 20 miles away, the man said so.

"If those greedy idiots find that there is no treasure in the broken temple, only a blank piece of paper, will they be angry?"

After saying this, the man laughed happily, and the laughter echoed among the peaks.

Countless years later, that laughter still seems to echo here.

Ling Jianzi's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a real sword.

He fell from the treetops, silently like a fallen leaf, and then dived into the night.

It didn't take long for him to appear on the cliff more than twenty miles away.

He believed that he didn't make any sound, and even the wind disturbed very little, and if there were people here just now, he shouldn't be alarmed by himself.

It's all starting from scratch, and he doesn't believe that the other party can go higher than his own realm.

He was a little disappointed.

There was no one on the cliff.

I don't know how long it took, but the valley below the cliff became lively.

Dozens of cultivators gathered here, and the voices of the arguments grew louder and louder. The mechanism had not yet been fully opened, and the cultivators of these scattered and small sects could no longer hold back and began to discuss how to divide the treasure later, but they still couldn't come up with a plan that everyone was satisfied with.

The young Zen monk felt that the atmosphere in the room was becoming more and more tense, and he was a little worried, and wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't speak because of the relationship between closed meditation and was very anxious. The old monk saw many similar pictures and knew that he could not dissuade these people at all, so he closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

Later, these cultivators will definitely fight, and it is better to say that those serious injuries with broken hands and broken abdomen will take a lot of energy to heal.

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, looked high in the night sky, sensed the familiar breath, and thought with relief that he should be fine tonight.

The quarrel in the valley gradually subsided, and more and more cultivators sensed the breath coming from the distance in the night sky and looked up in shock.

An auspicious cloud floated from the southeast, and in the middle of it was an extremely grand lotus throne looming, exuding a tranquil meditation.

"The Golden Body of Buddhism!"

The cultivators exclaimed in amazement, quickly straightened their clothes, and saluted to the sky.

Those who do it are all gifts from younger generations.

Sword Buddha, one of the most senior people in the world of cultivation today.

Ling Jianzi looked at the night sky, a smile appeared on his face, thinking that he should have thought that since this place was not far from the Lingyin Temple, and then that big event was about to happen, any wind and grass would cause the Lingyin Temple to be alert, so they should come over to take a look.

The only people in the world who know this story may be himself and Lingyin Temple, and he learned from Su Mo that Lingyin Temple was the murderer back then.

A voice sounded from the depths of the auspicious clouds, fell with the wind, and fell into everyone's ears.

"This is where my Buddha Nyolai preached, and there is no real treasure, so you should disperse."

The voice of the Sword Buddha was very soft, like nectar, and it was impossible to hear the age of the Buddha, and there was a feeling of unreality.

The cultivators on the ground responded one after another, scattering towards the surrounding areas of the mountains.

Everyone is so obedient, naturally because of the prestige of the Sword Buddha.

The monks of Lingyin Temple never lie, not to mention that this person who came here is so high-level.

And everyone knows that this person in front of him is a cultivator of Buddha and a sword, and his murderous intent is not at all as light as those madmen in Sword Immortal City.

The two monks, old and young, got up and saluted to the auspicious clouds.

The voice of the Sword Buddha disappeared for a while and sounded again.

"Senior nephew, don't go north."

The old monk's expression was slightly different, and he bowed his head in response.

……

Ling Jianzi didn't look at the auspicious clouds in the night sky, but looked at somewhere under the cliff.

There was an old man in black there, who seemed to be ordinary, and performed the junior salute with the cultivators around him.

Everyone in the Land of a Thousand Rivers is like a lonely ghost.

Ling Jianzi didn't expect that he didn't see the biggest ghost tonight, but he saw the most unlikely ghost.

The Hades of Chikawa Rokucao is here.

If it weren't for the other party's reaction when the Sword Buddha appeared, he wouldn't have been able to find out.

Why did Hades come? Because he was involved in that incident many years ago, can't you rest assured if you don't come to confirm it with your own eyes?

The next moment, Ling Jianzi was vigilant and wanted to withdraw his gaze, but it was too late.

Hades looked up at him, his expression indifferent, as if he hadn't discovered his identity.

Ling Jianzi knew that the other party's divine consciousness had fallen on his body, and he couldn't erase it unless he could pull a sufficient distance.

If he leaves like this, the other party can find him at any time with his divine sense and kill him with a sword.

Ling Jianzi turned around and walked away without hesitation, following the slope of the cliff to the bottom of the auspicious clouds.

The stars are bright tonight, and the shadows of the auspicious clouds are clear.

The auspicious clouds drifted towards the north, and he drifted forward in the mountains and rivers in the shadows, still without a sword.

I don't know if Xiangyun is too slow, or he is too fast, in short, the two sides are always together.

I don't know when I came to the cliff, looked at it quietly, and finally did nothing, turning into a sword light and disappearing into the sky.

Lingjianzi walked hundreds of miles with the clouds, out of Xiguan and the sand dunes.

The auspicious clouds suddenly became faster, turning into a streamer of light and heading towards the distant Spirit Mountain, leaving only the voice of the Sword Buddha echoing between heaven and earth.

"The fox and the fake tiger have been powerful for so long, the little guy is very bold, this is not far from Lingshan, and when we meet, we will have a fight."

Ling Jianzi stopped, looking at the flickering Ling Mountain with a complicated expression.

Those seniors who have cultivated to a high level always like to be in the clouds, but now that they have inherited the favor of the sword Buddha, they will fight next, and they should not keep their hands.

Uncle Yang Liu, do you want to save it?

Teenager, a little dazed.