The sound of Zen surrounds the ancient temple, and the Sanskrit clock points to the mirror platform.

The golden Buddha sits in the temple, and the dry monk picks up winter firewood.

An ancient golden temple suspended above the void. Under the ancient temple is a suspended cone, hanging upside down in the ring.

The largest ancient temple had the largest suspended cone, and under the ancient temple, there was a small cone suspended in the void.

On top of those small cones, there are also small temples.

The entire independent void, as far as the eye can see, is suspended above the void.

It's just that only the largest ancient temple is the most eye-catching, and it is also the tallest......

In the largest ancient temple, the Venerable Withered Leaves sat cross-legged on the pure pu, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and standing in front of him with the other, chanting Zen words in his mouth.

In front of him was a golden and hundred-foot-tall Buddha.

Above the Buddha's body, there is a golden light of the Buddha Gate......

Everything seemed so calm.

An arhat walked into the hall with his hands folded and bowed deeply, "Amitabha, Venerable, there is a guest at the door." ”

Venerable Withered Leaf slowly opened his eyes and nodded slowly.

It seemed that he had expected it for a long time, and the Withered Leaf Venerable was not surprised. Just looked at the void outside the hall and sighed deeply.

"Please come in."

Seeing the indescribable hint on Venerable Withered Leaves' face, the arhat seemed to hesitate, "However, it seems that the guests are not good. ”

"Among them, there are two saints."

The two saints were both very detached, and they were both on par with the cultivation of the Venerable Withered Leaves.

Once you enter the Hanging Temple, I am afraid that it will easily attract a lot of trouble......

Venerable Withered Leaf shook his head slowly, "Please come in......"

"Since the guest didn't call in directly, it means that the guest is still reasonable."

Luo Han nodded, turned and walked out of the hall.

It didn't take long for three figures to enter the hall of the ancient temple, a rouge dress, a simple robe, and a young man in white clothes with golden dragon patterns at the head.

The person who came was Su Mo, and he was accompanied by Shusheng and Rouge.

Shusheng was still not at ease, only Rouge accompanied Su Mo to the Hanging Temple, and sent a message to Wu Qian, who was in Taoshan, and asked Wu Qian to take care of the affairs of the Taoshan disciples moving into Taoyuan Cave, so he accompanied Su Mo and Wu Qian to the Hanging Temple.

It just so happened that the Hanging Temple was in the middle of the half of the world that Fusheng Pass controlled.

There's nothing to worry about......

And Rouge, now she doesn't seem to care about anything. The only thing I want to do is to protect Pei Hongyan's younger brother back then.

Nothing is more important than his brother.

Su Mo called her sister-in-law, which seems to be a kind of recognition......

The man who had nowhere to go finally found the bond.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has seen Your Majesty."

Venerable Withered Leaves stood up, folded his hands and bowed slightly to Su Mo, who was dressed in dragon-patterned white.

Su Mo is the Pei clan and the royal family of the Mandate of Heaven.

Although there is only half of the world now, the Hanging Temple is in half of Su Mo's world, and there is nothing wrong with him calling it so.

Su Mo slowly walked past the withered leaf venerable, and bowed deeply to the hundred-zhang Buddha statue.

"His Holiness seems to know that I am coming?" Su Mo turned his back to the Withered Leaf Venerable and slowly spoke.

Venerable Withered Leaves nodded, "The poor monk guessed one or two. ”

Su Mo smiled calmly and slowly turned his head, "Can the Venerable Ones guess who I am?" ”

Venerable Withered Leaves stared at Su Mo, looking at Su Mo's fluttering white clothes and the bookish aura of that body, and nodded slowly.

"If the poor monk guessed correctly, His Majesty was the Emperor of Min'an back then."

Thousands of years ago, Emperor Min'an was in the world for a very short time, and he was only an emperor who had been sitting for decades.

He is also the only mortal emperor in the endless reincarnation of this world.

In the eyes of the world, the legendary Emperor Min'an is very mysterious, although he is a mortal, he is also the most peaceful decades in the world.

It's just that Emperor Min'an died very strangely, dying by a river in the south of the Yangtze River.

There was no soul left on his body, as if he died because of the loss of his soul......

"Oh?" Su Mo smiled and asked suspiciously, "How did Venerable know?" ”

Venerable Withered Leaf shook his head slowly, but he didn't say much.

Su Mo didn't seem to care, turned his head to look at the Baizhang Buddha statue in front of him, and seemed to think of someone in his eyes, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

In the huge Buddha hall, there are several arhats and ordinary monks. They looked at the silent Su Mo and the Shusheng and the red dress rouge on the side, and they couldn't help but worry in their eyes.

The cultivation of these two saints is very detached, no weaker than the Venerable Withered Leaves.

Shusheng and Rouge never spoke, but the aura fluctuations on their bodies seemed to smash the Hanging Temple at any time.

Just wait for Su Mo to say a word, and they will do it.

But now, the book saint and rouge don't seem to understand what Su Mo wants to do.

After being silent for a long time, Su Mo sighed, "Min'an is no longer here, I'm just Su Changsheng." ”

Venerable Withered Leaves smiled bitterly, understanding the meaning of Su Mo's words.

Min'an is just a mortal emperor, but Su Changsheng is not.

Immortality is not Min'an, Min'an is just an emperor who guards the dynasty.

And Changsheng's body has the killing aura of guarding the border pass......

Today's Su Changsheng himself is the emperor's incense, his talent is transcendent, and there are four saints standing behind him!

Or more......

Behind this simple sentence was Su Mo's anger as an emperor against the Withered Leaf Venerable for ignoring the border pass.

The withered leaves understand, but regret is useless.

Su Mo calmly turned his head and looked at Venerable Withered Leaves, "Venerable must have already known my intentions. ”

Venerable Withered Leaves nodded, "For the half-way divine soul of the Demon Saint." ”

Su Mo shook his head, "Yes, but not completely." ”

"But it's okay, let's hand over the half of the Demon Saint's divine soul first."

Venerable Withered Leaf seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and with a slight wave of his hand, a demon tower slowly appeared in his hand.

"At the beginning, the half-way divine soul that trapped the demon saint, in order not to hurt the demon saint's divine soul, the poor monk used the four layers of the demon tower to trap the four thoughts in the demon saint's half-way divine soul, and it also took four days."

"Now if you don't want to hurt the demon saint's soul, you can only use four days to release the demon saint's soul one by one."

Seven thoughts in the soul, Su Mo knows.

Only three of the Demon Sage's seven thoughts remained, and four of them were trapped by it.

In the case of the unity of the four thoughts, the Fu Demon Tower cannot be trapped, and can only be divided and trapped by its four thoughts.

The demon saint is not Su Mo, there is no scroll, and after the seven thoughts leave the four thoughts, it will be difficult to support themselves.

And Su Mo at the beginning, all seven thoughts were separated from the body, and it was harmless.

Su Mo didn't care and waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I just have time, and I want to stay in this Hanging Temple for a while......"

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