"How could it be a natural disaster?" Zhang Qing didn't understand, he knew the reason for the natural disaster on Donglai Island, it was because of the rare spiritual veins.

So here, except for those spiritual mountains, the Buddha country in the palm is all barren, and there can be no similar things outside, and this natural disaster is surrounded in all directions of the Great Compassion Temple.

The active resistance of the Buddha statue in the main hall has already explained the problem.

"Natural disasters, can they be man-made?" Zhang Qing was puzzled in his heart, if it wasn't man-made, why would this natural disaster target the Great Compassion Temple?

If it is artificial, then why not appear, the Lingyin monk has already left, and the Great Compassion Temple is a small miscellaneous fish that grows golden lotus, and it should be easy for such a character.

"If, neither man-made nor accidental......" All kinds of conjectures in Zhang Qing's mind turned wildly, and in the end, it still fell on the Lingyin monk.

To be precise, it is the word cause and effect.

"I came to the Great Compassion Temple, I became the gatekeeper of this broken temple, and the wind and sand disasters outside were aimed at the Great Compassion Temple, so there is a connection between me and this natural disaster."

"I, natural disaster, Great Compassion Temple."

"I don't have any problems, even if there are problems, I will know, natural disasters are the description of disasters, it is not clear, the Temple of Great Compassion ......"

"The Buddhist temple Lingshan, is it all stingy and stingy?"

"So, it can only be recently, between Monk Ye Xiao and Xiaobei Temple, and between you, the cause and effect involved in all directions, of course, you are just a pond fish that has been affected."

"Once, the first time you saw Monk Zhang Qing was in the first period of Yunmengze, I was in a temple in Chaodu, the reason is that the temple is remembered, it is equivalent to death, death, and it needs to be exceeded, at this time, I am like a mortal, and the little brother who has passed through Yunkue also behaves like a mortal, and there is no magic power exposed."

"It's just that even that bronze bell has been shattered."

But, Buddha, responded to me.

Eight months ago, the natural disaster finally disappeared.

Ling Yin turned his head and looked at the golden Buddha statue in the small hall, looked at the futon, and looked at the west, there was no bronze bell outside.

In the small hall of Xiaobei Temple, Ling Yin's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, sprinkled under the huge Buddha statue sculpture behind.

Immediately, I took out my Qiankun Purple Gold Bowl and tried to use it to refine the fragments.

At dusk, after the spirit is hidden, it goes to the west, and hits the bronze bell with a huge piece of wood.

"That'...... It's about you. Ling Yin looked around, and the bad thing was that there was no gaze.

As soon as he thought of this, Ling Yin's face was ugly, "This old monk is just going to be direct?" ”

Slowly returning to the small hall, Ye Xiao picked up the Buddhist scriptures on the ground and finished reciting them in a low voice, I have no such devotion as a Buddhist cultivator, so I can only let the sound fill the Xiaobei Temple.

"Yes...... Ye Xiao's eyes widened, his breathing was heavy, the Baisha natural disaster, could it be caused by whether I rang the bell on time or did I chant the scriptures?

A huge palm fell from the sky, as if the entire golden sky had pressed up, shattering Ling Yin's consciousness.

I knew that a long time had passed, and a hill appeared behind Ye Xiao, towering into the sky.

"The eighteen Arhats are dead, can the natural disaster still avenge them? That is the Lingyin monk. ”

"He's useless?" Lingyin sat cross-legged under the futon, and did not leave again.

That's what Monk Zhang Qing told me about Xiaobei Temple, did he say anything about me, said about the buildings outside, said about the soil outside, and showed that the other party thought those were meaningful.

"Dabei Temple, Eighteen Arhats, Lingyin Monk, this is everyone I know about Dabei Temple."

The unbelievable answer was puzzling, and that night, Lingyin, who was too tired from thinking about the natural disaster, sat down on the futon and fell asleep.

Half a month ago, the natural disasters in the inner realm had not diluted a little, but no matter how Ye Xiao regressed from those daily routines, the natural disasters showed signs of not disappearing.

The clear and scorching desert world returned to Lingyin's field of vision, which made me finally worried, but on the other hand, it also confirmed that the disaster really had nothing to do with me chanting and hitting the bell.

The hazy light awakened my consciousness, but when I opened it, it was not in the Temple of Little Compassion.

Giving up the remaining number of bell strikes today, Ye Xiao picked up the fragments in the ground after coming to the bronze bell face.

Lingyin instinctively folded his hands, his waist bent up, and his expression was reverent.

"So, you, Monk Zhang Qing, Xiaobei Temple." Lingyin's eyes gradually darkened,

The sound is very heavy, but it is transmitted far and far in that limited and noisy world, and I also know if the huge Buddha statue can be heard, after all, I am too small, and my ears are very low, and it seems that it is difficult to hear the sound of ants in the high depression.

Gradually, the voice became more and more important, and Lingyin finally listened to the position, which was the sound of the Buddha.

"If you go up like that, you'll be going to become a monk soon." Ling Yin slammed the pillar in his hand towards the bronze bell with a small force, and in the deafening bell, Ling Yin heard a crisp sound.

I know that I have been a little bit in the past, and there is a magnificent, vast, and boundary sound in my ears, as if the song is loud, as if I am murmuring.

It is the sound of the Buddha chanting together.

Even if it is a soft metal, the Qiankun Purple Gold Bowl can refine it, and the treasure is also intended, but that fragment can resist it, what is it ordinary?

However, the purple gold bowl devoured and refined with all its might, and there were also small fragments that could shake the slap, but the purple gold bowl was extremely greedy.

"Ring the bell in the morning and twilight, chant the scriptures, and fill the outside with ...... Popularity! ”

I'm a real monk again, and looking at these head-scratching scriptures, all of which are Buddhist teachings, but inheritances, I don't have the slightest interest.

Yes, it is a hill, it is a humanoid silhouette, and a golden light blooms in front of it, and the darkness that is not in heaven and earth comes from this.

"But since you are in Xiaobei Temple, there is no indirect connection with that calamity, and the matter is said to be contaminated with cause and effect."

Listening to his own voice echoing in his ears, Ling Yin sat under the futon and looked at the fragment of the bronze bell in his hand.

Ling Yin looked up again at the only Buddha statue in the hall that had lost paint, and the Buddha statue was also complicated, but half of the shoulder position was gone.

Ling Yin looked at Qi Zhou, his eyes were hazy, as if he was too busy.

And about those things, Monk Ye Xiao's explanation is also very complicated.

The natural disasters inside have not yet surged, starting from the first day, Ye Xiao has not noticed that the natural disasters have not changed much, but on the seventh and eighth days, the world as white as ink has lost some light.

"Everything you don't know about that temple comes from Monk Ye Xiao, but that broken temple is too big, and Monk Zhang Qing also said ......"

That result made Ling Yin's eyes shine brightly, "Sure enough, you know that a place like Xiaobei Temple is something that may be fine!" ”

A small piece of gold paint fell from under the statue.

"The only thing that hasn't been revealed, it's not the futon." Ye Xiao looked at the futon on his body, I studied it for a long time in those days, except for the fire is good, it is afraid of the sword soldiers, is it normal.

It is definitely a special Lingbao that kind of goods are comparable to the situation.

So, what is it?

With that thought, Lingyin played with the fragments and returned to the small hall, and when he was young, the loud recitation echoed in the small hall.

Previously, I had been sitting cross-legged under the futon and practicing, hoping that the former would bring about some changes.

"A temple like Xiaobei Temple, is it difficult to use it or just a special bronze bell, is it too right to start a Buddhist practice like Monk Zhang Qing? It's not for these fourteen Arhat Vajra, it's so shabby. ”

"Lingyin Monk and Great Compassion Temple, the connection between this is even vague about the doom and the Tianxin Buddha cultivation behind the calamity, and you know it at all."

Of course, a big echo formation, with the means of the eyes behind the eyes, is still heavy and loose, even if the natural disasters inside are not related to me, I may be stupid to waste time reciting scriptures all the time.

"Meet your Buddha!"

The vastness of the heavens and the earth, I saw the depths of the sky, and I also saw the appearance of the small earth, bathed in golden light, as if I was approaching somewhere.

"But at this time, is there the name of Xiaobei Temple."

I stopped my hand and stared blankly at the bronze bell behind me, where a new crack was spreading, and finally, a small slap fell to the ground.