"The power of the ancestral dragon can also make the Yellow Spring Road go further..."

"Which... Is there also a layout of the back soil? ”

"They can all play a lot of chess games on me after a thousand years, so what has 'I' myself, as a former saint, arranged?"

"I can't say..."

"I'm not as good as them, am I?"

At this moment, in Su Yang's mind, in the projection that symbolizes the underworld, the Huangquan Road has been extended a lot again, and the whole road is like a huge dragon body, connecting the other side and the Nai He Bridge.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, but for a long time he didn't find any shadow of himself in this layout.

It's like...

He really never existed.

"Hmm..."

"There is also a possibility that I am indeed 'lazy', so I chose to lie flat and let others fiddle with it."

"This possibility... Seem... It's huge! ”

Although he doesn't know who Tongtian is, he knows himself very well!

As a remnant soul of the heavens, the various 'bad habits' left behind are simply impossible to look at.

But what made him strange was...

If it was because he was lazy that he didn't make any targeted layout, then what about the other five saints?

It was as if they had disappeared overnight, not even a word left.

After a long time, Su Yang shook his head and regained his mind.

"Next..."

"It's time to meet one of the players behind the scenes."

"It's just that the first person who can't help but make a move is often the least dominant in this chess game..."

Su Yang muttered to himself, but soon seemed to think of something, and smiled a little: "No, speaking of which, the first one who couldn't help but show up was the one from the underworld, followed by the dragon clan, and then you..."

"The former senior brother of the sect, the chief disciple of 'my', and now Lingshan... Buddha. ”

He said casually, without any superfluous emotions on his face, and just stepped out with a smile like a spring breeze.

In the next second, the person was already standing outside the Dragon Pool.

Su Yang raised his head and looked at the Leiyin Temple in the distance: "It's made you wait for a long time." ”

While speaking, Su Yang was like an ordinary mortal, walking in the bustling buildings, looking around from time to time, with a look of appreciation, extremely leisurely, without the tension and urgency of meeting the people behind the scenes.

He walked this road for an hour before finally standing in front of the door of the Leiyin Temple.

Looking at the Lei Yin Temple in front of him, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at the void somewhere behind him.

It was obviously empty there, but Su Yang still smiled and beckoned, as if he was greeting someone.

The next second...

The golden cicada detained the door that had not been opened for a year and a half, and it slowly opened just because Su Yang was standing at the door.

And it's not just a crack that opens, it's a whole door that opens completely.

A soft light poked out from inside the door, forming a path, and finally stopped at Su Yang's feet, as if welcoming Su Yang's arrival.

"Heh..."

"Formalism."

Su Yang shook his head with a smile and stepped on this path composed of golden light.

As Su Yang stepped in, golden lotus flowers bloomed at both ends of the road, reflecting the beauty of this road.

There was obviously no wind, but the lotus flower was still swaying, stretching its branches, and bowing its head slightly to Su Yang, as if expressing its surrender.

But Su Yang didn't enjoy the so-called scenery, but just kept moving forward, but accelerated his pace and walked into the Leiyin Temple.

With Su Yang's entry, the gate slowly closed again.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a gaze that was watching all this angrily.

The inside of the Leiyin Temple is very empty.

In the huge temple, there is no trace of any living people, but there are constantly Buddhist scriptures ringing in the ears, giving people a wonderful feeling.

As far as the eye can see, it is resplendent with gold.

It's such a holy place, but it gives people the feeling of an upstart.

It's like...

I don't ask for any artistic design, but we must let people know that we have money!

Extraordinarily rich!

As long as you can highlight your property, everything else... It doesn't matter.

With Su Yang moving forward, I have admired the golden houses, golden pillars, golden steps.... After a series of other items, the inner sanctum finally appeared in front of his eyes.

Looking at the inner hall in front of him, Su Yang stopped.

"Finally..."

"It's not golden."

Su Yang couldn't help but speak, but his expression became more complicated.

Truly...

Compared to the surrounding splendour, the inner sanctum looks much more austere, and even the entire building is made of wood.

But this wood...

10,000-year-old spirit wood!

Usually, just one cut is enough to make a golden immortal laugh crazy, and he can't wait to take it and make it his own natal magic weapon.

And now, the entire inner hall is made of 10,000-year-old spirit wood.

And it is not built of a spiritual tree, but a whole huge spiritual tree, after ensuring its basic framework, the building is repaired and transformed!

At this moment, Su Yang couldn't help but want to retract what he had said that Lingshan didn't understand art.

Because of this...

It's so artistic.

But on such an artistic building, there are very cheesy orbs hanging on it, which destroys this artistic atmosphere.

It's like...

On a piece of classical painting, write your own signature, and the kind with a stamp.

Stay, look an eyesore.

I lost it, and I couldn't bear it.

"It's a pity..."

Su Yang muttered to himself, stepped into the inner hall, and...

More silence.

"Paint the gold paint on the 10,000-year-old spirit wood..."

"Can it be a little more vulgar?"

Su Yang couldn't help but speak.

The answer is...

Yes!

Not only is it painted with gold paint, but it is also dotted with various colorful gems on the gold paint.

Anyway, walk in and take a look...

The ultimate in luxury.

The corners of Su Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he retracted his gaze with difficulty, looking ahead, the flower...

Well...

Golden lotus.

The lotus flower swirls gently and glows softly, but there is no one above.

But Su Yang didn't look in any urgency, just looked around, and finally dragged out a very extravagant chair in the corner, placed it in the center of the inner hall, and sat down with the lotus flower from a distance.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The golden lotus flower that exuded endless coercion suddenly diffused a faint halo, illuminating the already bright hall more and more brightly.

Su Yang raised his head for a long time and looked over.

After about a few seconds, a faint shadow appeared on the lotus flower, sat cross-legged, and finally gradually solidified.

The phantom was emaciated, wearing a fat robe, and looked undescript.

And compared with the other Buddhas in Lingshan that Su Yang has seen, this person is the least like a Buddha.

The body is thin, and although the face is peaceful, it is a little less compassionate.

But...

This person is the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Buddhas of Lingshan...

Tathagata.