[I was on a business trip a few days ago, and I had no choice but to break off, so I was very embarrassed. It's okay now, restore the update, charge hard, and ask for some support from the weak......]

Su Jin left, and the displaced people gradually dispersed.

After Fang Xing smiled, he casually injected another burst of energy into Liu Mingyang's body, so that Liu Dagongzi would have the strength to sneak underground to meet his demon master in the future. The guards of the Liu family cautiously rushed up afterwards and took Liu Mingyang back. Fang Xing looked at the pile of waste meat that was carried away, pouted and smiled, but did not speak.

After some fierce battles and wonderful and indescribable cultivation improvements, Fang Xing's vigilant mind had gradually relaxed. As soon as the pressure cleared and the whole body relaxed, the person was a little tired, and he didn't bother to say anything, so he waved his hand and asked Fang Laifu to take a group of guards, hugging him in the middle, and the team of people paced towards Hanshan Temple.

Fang Xing was heavily guarded in the middle, and the whole person was lazy like a sick cat, but no one dared to underestimate this lazy young man. The people queuing up on the mountain road, when they saw him coming, couldn't help but avoid him, and looked at the young man in green shirts in the crowd with awe. The whispers in the crowd, curious and exaggerated discussions, came to his ears from time to time, but the young man always squinted his eyes and ignored them, not even opening his eyes.

The bluestone steps, step by step, in the process of walking towards Hanshan Temple, Fang Xing felt a surprising sense of fulfillment. It felt like a hungry tiger suddenly swallowing a belly full of flesh. The satisfaction brought by 'eating' to the body and mind made the young man have a drunken state after being full of wine and food. Moreover, the closer this feeling is to Hanshan Temple, the stronger it becomes. Fang Xing was like a drunk, approaching the wine cellar full of strong wine aroma step by step, becoming more and more greedy.

The young man squinted his eyes, secretly guessing in his heart, "It's a strange feeling, it seems to be related to the previous force." The closer he got to Hanshan Temple, the more intense the drunken satisfaction became, and the power that suddenly surged to help him improve his cultivation became more and more obvious. Fang Xing looked up, the direction of that power coming was Hanshan Temple, it seemed that he would soon be able to see the birthplace of that power, he was extremely looking forward to it......

Hitting the ground from the mountain is only a snap of a finger, but climbing from the stone steps of the mountain road to the top of the mountain step by step requires painstaking attention and step by step. The higher you go, the more serious the damage to the rocky road becomes. When Fang Xing and Liu Mingyang clashed, the aura attracted by the two of them was immense, and the blood qi was extremely thick, if it weren't for Fang Xing's very subtle control of power, I am afraid that just the moment when the Ziqing Shengde sword qi rushed out of the sky, the power of the mighty sword qi would have already smashed the entire mountain top platform into ruins. However, even so, by the time Fang Xing and his party reached a distance of one hundred and ten steps from the platform at the top of the mountain, the road in the mountain was already impassable. Mountains and rocks, rock walls, platforms, stone paths and other visible objects were all hit by the confrontation between Fang Xing and Liu Mingyang, and there were cracks everywhere.

Fortunately, there was a temporary path, which made Fang Xing and his party reluctant to understand the location of the original mountain top platform. As far as the eye can see, the platform on the top of the mountain has been beaten to a pulp, and deep cracks are everywhere, and it is difficult to find even a place to stay. At this time, on the platform on the top of the mountain, there was a group of Qi refiners dressed in uniform clothes, busy cleaning up the rocks and opening up the road. It seems that the sheep intestine trail that allowed Fang Xing and the others to reach the top of the mountain smoothly before was the credit of these people.

"These people are all Qi refiners of the Hanshan Temple, and Zhang Botao's disciples and grandchildren." Fang Laifu looked at those Qi Refiners in uniform and explained in Fang Xing's ear in a low voice.

Fang Xing squinted his eyes and bowed slightly, although these Qi Refiners of the First Bloodline of the Hanshan Temple were all low-level cultivators who had cultivated to the second day or so of the True Spirit, but their cultivation was solid, quite impressive, they were some good seedlings of Qi refining and cultivation, which really made Fang Xing, who was short of talents under him, a little hot. Fang Xing also felt that the aura that appeared on these people was the same as Zhang Botao's, and it was extremely close to the power he had felt before.

"I'm afraid I really have some fate with this so-called 'Yuqing Venerable God'." Fang Xing said secretly. Looking at these Qi Refiners of the Hanshan Temple, he found something strange - these people were all bald, whether they were young or old, graceful or bloated, and the hair on their heads was shaved clean.

On the summit platform are stacked with some utensils needed to repair the platform, and some reliefs and frescoes used for decoration stand on the sides. Fang Xing's eyes swept and saw these various reliefs and murals, all of which described some eulogies and pictures praising the god Yuqingzun. Among them, there are pictures of Yuqingzun God preaching and teaching in the crowd, and there are also pictures of Yuqingzun God defeating all kinds of strange-shaped demons and saving the people and in dire straits.

Whether it is a relief or a mural, the pen is old-fashioned, and the painting style is magnificent, which highlights the divine power of Yuqing Zun to the fullest. However, Fang Xing was a little amused to find that on those reliefs and murals, Yu Qingzun and his followers were always bald-headed.

Fang Xing looked up and saw all the bare heads shining in the sun, and said with a smile in his heart: "Could it be that the so-called 'Yuqing' of Yuqing Zun God means that the hair (feather) is clear?" This thought was thought about in Fang Xing's mind, although he didn't believe in the so-called Yuqing Zun God, but after all, this place was the dojo of Yu Qing Zun God, and it was indeed a bit disrespectful to slander him so much at the door of someone's house.

Those believers of the Yuqing Zun God noticed Fang Xing's attention, and they all clasped their palms together and saluted Fang Xing: "Yuqing Zun God is in my heart, thank you Gongzi for killing demons and eliminating demons for the people." The words were sincere and humble, with a sense of familiarity that Fang Xing couldn't speak, as if he had been very familiar with a meaning before—unfortunately, even if Fang Xing thought about it again and again, he just couldn't grasp the fleeting thought in his mind.

Dissipating the distracting thoughts in his mind, Fang Xing took his subordinates and walked along the newly built bluestone staircase all the way to the cold stone bridge. In front of the bridge, Fang Xing unexpectedly found that the cold stone bridge after the war seemed to be unscathed, still perfectly maintaining the old appearance of the past, steadily crossing the sea of clouds, connecting the main and auxiliary peaks.

The scars on the mountain seemed to spread from the summit platform to the entire peak, but when they reached the cold stone bridge, everything came to an abrupt end. On one side, the rocky ground is cracked, and the boulders are shattered, but on the other hand, the wind is light and unscathed. Just a stone's throw away, there are two very different worlds, which is indeed very strange, as if some supernatural power has protected the cold stone bridge.

"Strange!" Fang Xing's eyebrows furrowed, and he was a little surprised in his heart. He clearly remembered that Liu Mingyang was standing in front of the Cold Stone Bridge at that time, and when he attacked Liu Mingyang, he had used hundreds of Purple and Green Saint Virtue Sword Qi, and the mighty sword qi tide almost enveloped the entire Cold Stone Bridge. If the Qing Wei Sword Qi Broken Stone Cracking Tablet was idle, how could the Cold Stone Bridge remain as it was and not damaged in the slightest?

At that time, Fang Xing's main attention was on Liu Mingyang, and he didn't pay much attention to this famous spot in Dongping. Now, thinking about it again, Fang Xing did think of something unusual. He remembered that the deck of the cold stone bridge was so hard that it blocked all the energy. At that time, the sword qi bombarded the stone bridge, not only did it not bombard the stone bridge, but the sharp qi was greatly reduced, the sword qi was torn apart, and the uproar was scattered, and the power disappeared, only the bridge deck of the stone bridge was damp. As for the platform on the top of the mountain, it was not so good, and the solid cyan boulder was like a piece of tofu under the sword qi, which was easily torn and torn apart.

At this time, the bell of Hanshan Temple has already sounded, the bustling sun is swaying, and the sea of clouds covering the cold stone bridge is gradually dissipating. Fang Xing stood in front of the cold stone bridge, only to see that the stone bridge showed a gorgeous golden brilliance in the sun, but there was a jade moist light inside, and under the light of the brilliance, it was like a jade inlaid with gold. The cold stone bridge in front of the famous Shenqian in Dongping is really magical. I don't know what kind of mystery is hidden in it, it can actually resist Fang Xing's sword qi blow.

With thinking, Fang Xing stepped onto the cold stone bridge, the mountain wind blew his robe, and the feeling of his feet touching the ground on the bridge deck was not like stepping on a stone, but like stepping on a marshmallow. The young man looked down, and he felt that his feet seemed to be sinking deep into the stones, but the scenery in his eyes told him that everything was normal, and he was stepping steadily on the bridge deck.

"Is this an illusion or what?" Fang Xing exclaimed. The result perceived by the body and mind was completely different, and this huge difference was so strange that it was as if some strange force was blinding him. He released his spiritual sense to investigate, but found that after stepping on the cold stone bridge, his spiritual sense was suppressed in his body and could not be released from his body at all.

"Is this someone plotting against me? Or is it due to the divine power of Yuqing Zun? Fang Xing looked back and found that Fang Laifu and the others had the same faces as usual, and they didn't seem to have the same strange feeling as him.

"Maybe that's why you're connected to God!" Fang Xing remembered Zhang Botao's message when he left, and couldn't help but take a deep breath and take another step. With a bang, the young man only felt as if a thunderbolt had descended, and there was suddenly a golden glow in front of him, which almost dazzled Fang Xing's eyes. He felt that the main peak of the entire Hanshan Temple was trembling, the whole world was illuminated, the True Emperor Saint Virtue Heavenly Realm in the Lingtai state of mind shook violently, and the True Emperor Saint Virtue spiritual light poured out wildly, almost merging with those brilliance.

It's just that it seems to be a line away from being a matter of course, and there is a burst of water milk. After blending, the True Emperor Saint Virtue Spiritual Light was still clearly separated from the Jin Hui of the outside world. And the dazzling golden rays of the outside world gradually faded after a burst of splendor. Through those brilliant brilliance, Fang Xing can see the main peaks and mountains that are shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, the Hanshan Temple that is carved on the top of the main peak, the entire main peak of the Hanshan Mountain and the inside and outside of the Hanshan Temple, as well as the huge, majestic, and indescribable statue......

In Fang Xing's field of vision, the statue of the god covered the sky and the sun, and there was some majesty that was difficult for mortals to explain. The eyes of the god were overflowing, and he looked at Fang Xing with a smile, his thick lips opened and closed, and the god statue let out a vigorous thunder sound: "Welcome to your arrival, the latecomer who is favored by heaven and earth." ”

"This ...... This is ......" The moment he saw the statue that covered the sky and the sun, there was a huge force one after another, pouring into Fang Xing's body through the cold stone bridge, and the fullness of power made him want to moan comfortably, but he 'saw' the scene but made his heart shake, and he had mixed feelings, and for a while he forgot to move and stood on the bridge with one foot.

The mountain wind struck, and Fang Xing, who was standing alone, shook, and seemed to be about to fall under the bridge.

"San Lang? Saburo! What's wrong with you? "Fang Laifu and the others behind Fang Xing couldn't see what Fang Xing 'saw', they saw Fang Xing's strange performance, and for a while they thought that Fang Xing was stunned, and they couldn't help but call out one after another.

Fang Laifu saw that he shouted twice to no avail, and in a hurry, he had to ignore the so-called etiquette and rush to the cold stone bridge to protect Fang Xing. At this time, Fang Xing turned around when he heard the sound.

In the illusion of the sea of hearts, the sound of Huang Zhong suddenly shook Fang Xing's chaotic thoughts. He woke up from the illusion, the gorgeous scene in front of him suddenly dissipated, everything returned to normal, and he finally heard the anxious call behind him. Fang Xing turned around and calmly—as if nothing had happened—asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing?" Fang Laifu bowed his head and said. Now he has regarded Fang Xing's order as the same as the family decree, since the young lord said that it was okay, then everything was naturally fine, even if he had all kinds of doubts in his heart, he was pressed to the bottom of his heart.

"Yes." Fang Xing nodded, did not speak, his face was indifferent and peaceful, extremely calm, as if he had forgotten to move, standing on one foot, and his stupid appearance was the most normal. However, there are tens of millions of waves and hundreds of millions of trillions of turbulent waves in his heart. It was impossible for outsiders to see the scene just now, it was just that he received a fantasy from a divine thought that had been handed down from ancient times.

This is Fang Xing's second time listening to the message of the ancient times after getting acquainted with Xunnan. The person who passed down this divine thought was the deity enshrined in this Hanshan Temple, the god Yuqingzun. This god who is related to Fang Xing may be a little unfamiliar to Fang Xing, but if he changes his name, Fang Xing may be familiar with it......

At this time, the mountain wind was howling between the sea of clouds, Fang Xing stood on the cold stone bridge in front of the gods, standing in the wind, his robe was striking, and the young man's eyes were deep, staring closely at a corner of the sea of clouds - there was the main peak mountain that was still shrouded in clouds and mist. Although the clouds in the sky have become much thinner, the clouds there are still dense and cloudy white. Fang Xing knew that under the thick clouds, an amazing secret was hidden......

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......" The bell of Hanshan Temple rang again, and a gap suddenly cracked in the clouds and mist at the mountain, and a ray of sunlight cast into it, shining on the mountain. The mountain with traces of mist and water sparkled brightly, and was gilded with a dazzling golden glow by the long-lost sunlight.

"Oh my God! That's the idol of the god Yuqingzun! A shout sounded behind him, and Fang Xing looked back, but it was Fang Laifu's exclamation.

Fang Laifu's excited face glowed red, and he pointed to the golden mountain and said: "This is the statue of Yuqing Zun, carved from the entire mountain peak, and it is covered by the thick fog of the sea of clouds all year round, and it is rare to see it in a thousand years." Today, when San Lang came to Hanshan Temple, he suddenly saw the light of day again. San Lang is really blessed, and he has a fate with Yuqingzun. ”

"Yuqing respects the gods in their hearts, and the gods protect the ......" The believers of Yuqing Zun God on the mountaintop platform were also shocked, and they clasped their palms together and chanted the eulogy silently,

"Yes, this is the Yuqing Zun God ......who is destined for me," Fang Xing said in a low voice, his eyes looked into the distance, skimming the sea of clouds, and at the end of the field of vision, the golden body of the giant Buddha carved from the entire mountain peak was towering between heaven and earth - a thousand-zhang giant god statue was there, with a peaceful face, hanging Buddha beads and golden flowers in his hands, and smiling at the corners of his mouth, lifelike.

Everyone in the world calls him Yuqing Zun God, but Fang Xing prefers to call him - Buddha!