There is a dilapidated temple hundreds of miles away from Donglin City, and one side of the plaque is crooked, hanging crookedly on it, but you can see that the handwriting on it is very clear.

Lingguang Temple!

The temple is not big, a main hall, and there is a Buddha statue in it, which has obviously not been taken care of for some years. Behind is a row of side houses, only seven or eight, and behind it is a vegetable patch with some vegetables on it.

At this time, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was hoeing the ground. This young man is burly, nearly two meters tall, his face is full of flesh, but his upper body is a piece of muscle, with a faint golden yellow. The man had a pair of arm guards in his hands, and on top of the armguards, there were several chains connected to the balls, the balls were only the size of a thumb, and as he swung his hoe, the arms kept hitting the arms to make a muffled sound instead of a crisp sound, which was really strange.

What's even more strange is that this person also has two rope chains the thickness of children's arms on his feet, and the back is connected to a pair of iron balls half a person high.

After hoeing, the young man went to the easternmost house and took out a pair of wooden barrels, and walked out of the Lingguang Temple with heavy steps, and in a short time he had already fetched two buckets of water by a small river ten miles away, and went back and forth more than ten times, before he filled a water tank.

At this time, it was getting late, and the young man still did not rest, and then practiced boxing again, and every move was extremely serious.

"Empty sight, come with the teacher. When the young man finished his work, an old monk appeared next to him.

"Yes, Master. ”

The young man responded extremely respectfully, his voice was a little shriek, seeing that this young man was only in his teens, he should be in the stage of voice change.

Entering a meditation room, the old monk sat still and did not speak, but recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. And the boy was fine at first, but then his face turned pale, and the sweat on his cheeks fell on the back of his hand, and he still didn't notice it, as if he was in great pain.

"No, I must kill them, Master, even if you recite the Great Compassion Mantra thousands of times, I will still kill them. They don't die, and the knot in my heart will never be untied. Even if I cultivate for another hundred years, I won't be able to let go, Master, I know your hard work, but they killed my entire family, my only relative!"

The young man's face was hideous, and he roared in a low voice, like a wild wolf.

"Alas. The old monk stopped chanting the scriptures and sighed softly.

"It's been ten years, can't you still let go? People can't die more than a skin, and they just take off a stinky skin, but why are you so persistent? Unjust, unjust! Alas, go down the mountain!"

"Master!"

The young man hurriedly knelt on the ground with a sad face.

"Let's go, let's go. ”

As soon as the old monk waved his hand, the boy was kicked out of the meditation room, and the two wooden doors of the meditation room were suddenly closed, and no matter how hard the boy tried, he could not knock on the door.

"Master, my brother once told the apprentice that he would be a master for one day and a father for life, and the master would take care of the apprentice for ten years, and the apprentice would not dare to forget. But the apprentice bears the blood and the deep hatred in his body, and he can not forget it from time to time, if he comes back this time, the apprentice will definitely serve the master for life and carry forward my Lingguang Temple. ”

The boy kowtowed nine times on the ground, got up suddenly, wiped the tears from his face, and left without looking back.

"Alas, what a wickedness. ”

The old monk shook his head sadly.

"Du'e, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, when did you old boy become so compassionate? Hehe, when did the evil Buddha who caused trouble in the world of cultivating immortals become so merciful? Could it be that you, this old boy, are you really enlightened?" On the roof, a sloppy Taoist said half-drunk and half-awake, and did not forget to take a sip of the old wine in the gourd while speaking.

"It turned out to be a sloppy Taoist, and he was polite. ”

The expression on the old monk's face changed instantly, and he said lightly.

"Lingguang, what a living Buddha in the immortal cultivation realm. If outsiders know the Dao, the aura of the Living Buddha is the evil Buddha of 300 years ago, I don't know what kind of expression they will have when they are in the Dao? Old bald man, do you think that after you put down the butcher's knife, you can really become a Buddha or not? I am afraid that there are no less than 10,000 immortal cultivators who died at your hands at the beginning, right?"

The sloppy Taoist poured a sip of old wine, and there seemed to be a little sarcasm in his tone, but there was more nostalgia. That's right, it's nostalgia!

"After so many years, haven't you forgotten? Why are you so persistent?" Lingguang's faint tone carried a bit of detachment from the world, as if he didn't care about everything.

The sloppy Taoist sneered: "That's a good word, why have you ever let it go? If you really let go, you won't drive your little apprentice down the mountain today." If you really give up, will you take in apprentices to inherit your mantle? Hey, old bald man, hasn't the hatred in your heart not been dissolved in three hundred years? You do good deeds, but you blame yourself, when will the hatred in your heart disappear?"

The old monk Lingguang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Yes, if you want to let go, how can it be so simple?"

"Do you want to do a pen, old fellow?" said the sloppy Taoist.

Lingguang also smiled: "Who to start with? Can you find that person for me?"

"What do you think?" said the sloppy Taoist, who suddenly laughed as well.

"Aren't you afraid of that old ghost, that's a three-turn scattered immortal!" Lingguang squinted slightly, and a murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

The sloppy Taoist sneered: "Three turns? Hey, it's now the fourth turn to scatter immortals! But, are you afraid? That old ghost back then was also one of them, you still don't know the way, right?"

"What?" Reiko's face changed slightly.

"In a word, do you want to do it!" asked the scruffy Taoist.

"I want people, and as for those things, they belong to you. Lingguang directly made the conditions, and obviously agreed.

The sloppy Taoist laughed, the person had already left, and the voice was still echoing over the meditation room: "Okay, you wait for my news, three years at the latest." ”

"In three years, apprentice, how far will you be able to grow in three years!" Lingguang's eyes closed, and then he began to recite the Buddhist scriptures that he couldn't hear clearly.

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"Dark One, how are you investigating?" asked Ma Feiyun as he looked into the air in front of him.

A man in black suddenly appeared in front of Ma Feiyun, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "Lord, there are too many false situations that can be understood in the Immortal Fang, and there is a lot of information that I have heard, but there are a few things that can be determined. Wang Xun and Li Tianxi have moved around in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and it is said that now that their strength has reached the Nine Heavens of Foundation Building, there may be a breakthrough in these two years. As for Zeng Rou, the outside world has almost no information to collect, and rarely goes out of Baiyun Mountain. And Zeng Rou's fiancé Xiao Chen is now an immortal cultivator of the Jindan Five Heavens, and his strength is strong, saying that he may cultivate to the Yuan Infant Stage before the age of sixty, and this seems to be the Eighth Transformation Golden Pill, known as a rare genius in Baiyun Mountain for a thousand years, and also has a great reputation in the immortal cultivation world. It is said that Xiao Yifu, the head of Baiyun Mountain, has now reached the realm of the Nine Heavens of the Yuan Infant, and he will be able to go further within three years. ”

"Well, I know it, let's go down!" Ma Feiyun rubbed his temples, and there was a trace of exhaustion on his face.

Wang Xun and Li Tianxi were just outer disciples back then, and they were still in the Qi cultivation period in their twenties, and in just ten years, they actually wanted to attack the Jindan period? Could it be that these two did something unseemly? And that Zeng Rou is estimated to be the Jindan stage of cultivation now. And Xiao Run Fu is said to be the number one master of Baiyun Mountain, and the strength of Yuan Ying is indeed a little jealous. However, does Baiyun Mountain really only have such a little strength? Donglin Forbidden Land has such a taboo-like existence, and Baiyun Mountain, as a first-class gate sect in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, relies on the head of a Yuan Infant Nine Heavens?

Ma Yunfei calculated the difference in his heart, if he hadn't gone to the Donglin Forbidden Land this time, he would definitely not have such an idea.

His Taiyi Divine Technique cultivation speed was extremely fast, and he had advanced to the Jindan stage in just ten years, which was extremely amazing for the immortal cultivation world. But this is not to say how amazing Ma Feiyun's talent is, Ma Feiyun himself knows it. Today's achievements are also the result of his hard work, if it were someone else, how many people would be able to break their bones to cultivate? The sadness in it is not enough for outsiders, but it does not mean that his progress is exaggerated. Moreover, with the help of the One Yang Fruit and the Six Yang Fruits, it is equivalent to hundreds of years of cultivation more than others out of thin air, and the terrifying aura is swimming in the meridians, how many people can endure it?

Behind the glory, there is sadness that outsiders can't see!