Chapter 148: Night Talk in the Broken Temple (I)

After burying Ah Qing, Chen Yi wanted to leave.

I never thought that I would be found by the green skin novice again.

But now it is different from the past, he has returned to the mortal realm, and the invincible in the world does not dare to say anything, at least if the owner of the broken temple has any crooked thoughts, he has to weigh it first.

The group came to the ruined temple, and a phantom waited for a long time.

"Master Chen, I have admired my name for a long time."

He was in a high position, looking down at Chen Yi with an expressionless face.

"What shall I call Your Excellency?"

Chen Yi did not use his divine eyes to spy on the true appearance of the shadows, there is no need, the Buddhist language is beautiful and ugly, all of them are false, compared to this, he cares more about this person's heels.

It was not what he expected.

The owner of the broken temple did not hide it, and told the truth:

"Before becoming a Buddha, I was the third prince of the Dragon King of the Dragon Palace of the West Sea, Ao Lie, you can call me by the name of the layman, or you can call me ... Nan no Eight Heavenly Dragons Guangli Bodhisattva. ”

"White Dragon Horse?!"

Chen Yi exclaimed.

"Do you know me?"

The owner of the broken temple was a little surprised, and the shadows gathered and scattered.

"I've heard of it."

Chen Yi shook his head, got straight to the point, and got to the point:

"Your Excellency has visited the grass house three times, please invite me into the temple, what are you trying to do?"

Ao Lie did not beat around the bush, and said directly: "The donor is a rare once-in-a-lifetime amazing talent, and this seat sincerely invites the donor to join us and conspire with the world!" ”

Chen Yi and Liuzhu glanced at each other, and then raised their eyebrows lightly:

"Tell me about it."

"Immortal!"

Ao Lie's emotions began to get excited, and his voice trembled:

"In another 1,400 years, the Ganges River will come into the world, based on the flesh and blood of all living beings, the spirit will connect the bridges, cross the Ganges River against the river, reach the other side, and have a place for immortality!"

When the words fell.

The haze that enveloped it exploded, like a huge black hand, covering the sky overhead, and the deep and strange darkness chose people to devour, and its meaning was clear.

Chen Yi ignored the coercion and asked:

"Flesh and blood are the base, and the spirit is the bridge... No wonder you want to harvest the essence of life everywhere, but the cycle of life and death is a certain number of heavens, and a mere river can lead to immortality? ”

The gods have no carrier, they send their will to the Heavenly Dao, and everything is dominated by the heavens, and there is no freedom at all, so they won't talk about it, except for the forbidden gods and the white fox face.

Endless time, he had never heard of anyone who could achieve immortality.

"We've lived a long time."

"Is that still alive?"

Chen Yi looked Ao Lie up and down, pouting disdainfully: "Immortality is to become a monster like you who is not human, ghost or ghost, and live in the shadows all your life?" ”

"Master Chen, don't say everything so absolutely."

The words were hard to hear, but Ao Lie didn't see any anger, and continued to speak calmly: "Living is also living, squatting does not mean kneeling, maybe it's just to charge up a blow." ”

"Huh."

Chen Yi was noncommittal: "Squatting like you, you will never have a chance to jump, but it is just a shadow in the boundless darkness under the sky." ”

"Right and wrong, time will tell."

Ao Lie no longer argued: "It's Chen Shizhu, you, who are brilliant and extraordinary, shouldn't have died early, and this seat was also a pity back then, so spare your life." ”

"I killed so many of your clansmen, and you still dragged me into the gang?"

Chen Yi talked about him left and right, and was not in a hurry to express his position.

"Clansmen?"

Ao Lie's words are amazing:

"They're worthy too?"

Chen Yi's heart jumped heavily.

Vaguely aware that he was one step closer to the truth of the change in Lingshan, he asked:

"What do you mean?"

"Can the donor know why the Buddhas of this spiritual mountain are sacred?"

"Why?"

"That's because they've cut off their own evil thoughts!"