"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The sound of ringing bells and wooden fish, which contains a certain rhythm, comes from the temple and spreads in all directions in the silent night.

When the moonlight shines on the mountainside, it dyes the continuous temple with silver ash, and also adds a little wonder to the two stone statues of the gods carrying lotus flowers on both sides of the mountain gate.

Its dark pupils seemed to be able to see the thin figure standing sideways in a tattered black robe, close to the elephant's legs.

In the middle of the two stone statues, there is a long bluestone staircase that leads directly to the temple gate.

On both sides of the long staircase are alder trees with lush foliage.

When the shabby black robe was hunting in the wind, Zhang Qianren subconsciously licked his chapped lips.

Among the several sects near the East China Sea, this Baiyun Zen Monastery is the most powerful. Although Master Baiyun, the master of the courtyard, is only in the infancy stage, he is an inner disciple released from outside the Holy Land Pushan Zen Academy, and his magic is exquisite, and there are few opponents in the same period.

Even the main and deputy sect masters of the Ethereal Sect had to look at the face of the Holy Land and treat this Baiyun Master with courtesy.

In addition to Master Baiyun, many elders and deacons in this Zen Monastery are also from the Pushan Monastery.

If it was usual, even if there was a wishful golden hoop stick to rely on, Zhang Qianren would never dare to provoke such a sect.

After all, what Buddhism does best is disturbing people's minds.

The bells and drums rang in unison, and as soon as the chanting came out, he didn't get close, and he would die of the demons in his heart.

But when he was brought back to Guanhai City by Fu Qingfeng, he happened to see Master Baiyun and the ten elders of Baiyun Zen Monastery all stepping on lotus flowers, roaming the East China Sea, looking for something.

"According to the time, they should still be in Guanhai City at the moment."

"It is said that Buddhism has the most treasures, and the old man happened to see it today!"

"But these bald donkeys are the best at hiding clumsy, and now that the fairy road is in front of them, the old man must not be resentful for eternity because of carelessness!"

When Zhang Qianren squinted his eyes and thought about this, he quietly flashed out of the stone elephant, came to the alder tree on the side of the bluestone long steps, and used the sacred tree of Buddhism that had been planted outside the temple gate as a cover, and quickly shuttled to the front of the temple gate.

Then he quietly looked inside through the crack in the door.

Rows of halls dotted the peaks of the temple, and at the bottom of the mountain were rows of wooden houses, and in the square outside the wooden houses, a group of young monks in white robes were sitting together, reciting scriptures.

Countless golden swastika characters floated out of a nine-story golden pagoda surrounded by them in the center with the sound of their chanting, and slowly fell on them.

After seeing this scene, Zhang Qianren's eyes suddenly widened, and his breathing became short.

"No wonder the old man came up all the way and didn't feel the formation, it turned out that they actually used the relics stupa to cultivate in the dead of night?"

As soon as he thought of this, he wanted to push the door and break in.

But when the palm of his hand touched the cold temple door, he suddenly stopped.

"No, we'll have to see again, it's better to wait until they're all asleep!"

Thinking of this, he gently raised his feet, silently took a few steps back, and then used the light body method to make a few vertical jumps on the mountain wall on the side of the bluestone steps, and after a while, he came to the top of this mountain.

He didn't have an imperial sword because the mountain protection arrays of some sects were specifically aimed at spiritual power fluctuations.

Zhang Qianren didn't dare to guarantee that Baiyun Zen Temple would have such a formation.

Now, when he got to the mountain, he still didn't have the edgeworth, but he quickly shuttled through the rocky vegetation to the vicinity of the peak where the temples stood.

After taking a condescending glance and seeing that those monks were still chanting, he put his mind at ease, exuded his divine sense, and probed into those pavilions and palaces.

The first temple was empty.

The second temple was empty.

In the third hall, an old monk sitting cross-legged on a futon and playing with his rosary suddenly opened his eyes.

"He Fangxiao is small, and he dares to trespass on Baiyun Zen Temple!"

With a loud shout, he grabbed the corner of the robe from his shoulder and tore it off, then he got up and jumped up, and his robe swept out of the window like lightning speed, and flew quickly towards the top of the mountain.

Zhang Qianren suddenly heard and drank, and felt that the old monk was old, his heart was in his throat, and his thin and dark face couldn't help but turn a little whiter.

After perceiving that the other party actually used the means of vacating the imperial object, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes showed a cold light.

The imperial object represents that the other party's cultivation has not reached the Jindan period.

For monks below the Jindan stage, he can be knocked to death with a single stick!

But the other party is very likely to be a disciple from the Holy Land.

Zhang Qianren felt that it was better to be cautious.

Thinking of this, he clutched the hairpin in his palm and lay on his side on the ground, controlling his breathing and becoming breathless.

After the battle with the Demon Suppression Division, he was already injured, but at this moment he controlled his breathing again, and immediately became a seriously injured monk.

After more than ten breaths, the old monk stepped on the bright red robe and came to the top of the mountain, and when he probed the surroundings with his divine sense with a cold face, he immediately found him.

After perceiving Zhang Qianren's tired face, the cold color on the old monk's face quickly dissipated, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Deacon Zhang?"

After Zhang Qianren heard the other party's voice, his heart suddenly moved.

This bald donkey has seen the old man?

Just as he thought of this, the old monk had already jumped off the robe, put the robe on his body with a casual pull, walked quickly to him, and asked with a surprised expression: "Deacon Zhang, why have you become so embarrassed?" ”

Zhang Qianren half-squinted his eyes, and asked intermittently: "Great, master, know, know the old man?" ”

"Amitabha."

The old monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, and said: "Ten years ago, the old monk accompanied the master of the temple to your sect to give a lecture with the master of Fu Qingfeng, and he was the old monk received by Deacon Zhang at that time. ”

Zhang Qianren blinked, as if there was such a thing, but he was receiving a middle-aged monk at that time.

Thinking of this, he asked with a weak expression: "The old man remembers that he was receiving a middle-aged monk at that time...... And the realm is ......"

After he said this, the old monk sighed and said, "After the old monk left from Guizong, he did not go back to the mountain directly, but traveled around for a few years, and was broken by a witch disguised as a man on the way...... Forehead...... Lust Ring. ”

After saying the word 'lust ring', his old face couldn't help but be hot with shame.

Then he endured his shame and said: "The old monk has cultivated the golden pill for sixty years, but it was also taken away by the female demon, so that the cultivation was greatly damaged, and it fell to the qi training period. ”

"But after all, the repaired foundation is not as good as it used to be, over the years, even if the old monk practiced Buddhism, he failed to condense the second golden pill, so that it is still in the late stage of foundation building."

After speaking, he looked at Zhang Qianren, who was in shabby clothes, looking embarrassed, and even more angry, and asked with concern: "Why did Deacon Zhang change into this appearance?" ”

Zhang Qianren sighed and said with a weak expression: "It's a long story, the Ethereal Sect was slaughtered by the Demon Suppression Division, and the main and deputy sect masters were also captured by the Earth Immortals. ”

At first, the old monk had no expression after hearing that the Ethereal Sect had been destroyed by the Demon Suppression Division, until he heard that Zhang Qianren had met Zen Master Baiyun, and he pretended to be surprised.

"The Ethereal Sect was destroyed by the Demon Suppression Division?"

Zhang Qianren sneered in his heart after seeing his surprise in hindsight.

"Pretending to be an old thing, when the old man was playing this game, you bald donkey was still eating the girl in your mother's arms!"

As the thought flashed, he struggled to raise his sleeves to hide his face, and tears welled up as he pressed his fingers on his eyelids.

As if wiping his tears, he slowly took off his sleeves and said with tears in his eyes: "Baiyun Zen Master took pity on the old man, and remembered the friendship between him and the main and deputy sect masters in the past, so he suggested that the old man come to your Zen Monastery to recuperate. ”

The old monk's heart was full of indifference, but his face showed a look of empathy, and he let out a long sigh.

"I see."

When he said this, he was also thinking to himself.

"This person's qualifications are inferior, his mood is not good, and his magic is not proficient, why would the master of the courtyard let him come to the Zen Academy?"

Zhang Qianren saw his hesitant face, where he didn't know what he was thinking, and immediately sighed, and said weakly: "Since the master refuses to take him in, the old man will not embarrass the master, but after he returned to Baiyun Zen Master, he also passed on the word to Master Lao on his behalf, although the old man has come into contact with the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, but I really don't know where this treasure went." ”

"The Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick at the top of the Divine Soldier Spectrum!?"

The old monk's eyes widened sharply.

Zhang Qianren continued, "When I saw Zen Master Baiyun that day, Zen Master Baiyun felt that since the old man had come into contact with this treasure, he should have a sense of it. ”

"However, the old man expected that Zen Master Baiyun still didn't want to believe what the old man said, so he would let the old man come to your temple to heal."

At this, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Seeing the master's hesitant appearance now, it makes the old man feel that this judgment is not wrong."

"Okay, the old man will leave."

As he spoke, he struggled to his feet.

The old monk was shocked when he heard this, and when he saw him like this, he hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him, showing a ashamed expression, and said, "Deacon Zhang, don't say that, shame the old monk!" ”

"The old monk just empathizes, and his heart is sad about the calamity of your sect!"

"Come on, come on, and ask Deacon Zhang to go back to the temple with the old monk to heal!"

Zhang Qianren's face was cold, but he stretched out his hand to block his support with a weak expression, and said intermittently: "Let the old man leave, how can the old man and the old man be the faceless and skinless person?" ”

It's just that his pushing has no strength, and he was easily carried by the old monk.

"Deacon Zhang should not say more, so as not to aggravate the injury!"

"As the saying goes, saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, Deacon Zhang is seriously injured like this, how can the old monk let you go?"

After that, he turned a deaf ear to Zhang Qianren's intermittent refusal, and jumped down the mountain with a smile on his face.