In this world, the country is both strong and weak, and the strength and weakness are not constant.

There are countries that accommodate many sects, and there are sects that control many countries.

As the top sect in the Eastern Regions and even in the world, the territory of the Hanging Temple is so large that it is not inferior to the idle country.

It's just that most of the places are covered by the formation, and what is shown in front of the world is usually only the secular part.

It's like in the country of clouds, tearing open the sky and seeing Lingxiao Pavilion.

The real mountain gate of the Hanging Temple is even more difficult to find, and it is rare to see it when you are idle.

Of course, the bitter feeling of the contemporary abbot's generation came and went freely, directly crossed the heavy Buddha array, avoided the layers of guards, and stepped into the hanging temple in a few steps.

As the name suggests, the core body of the Hanging Temple is a Hanging Buddhist Temple.

Only its huge incomparable, high does not know thousands of zhang, about dozens of miles wide, people under the tower, it is impossible to see the edge. If it weren't for the monks to cover up, I was afraid that people in the northern region would be able to see this temple at a glance.

And around this suspended main temple, the surrounding floating treasure temple is like a forest.

In this holy land of the Eastern Buddha Sect, all kinds of treasure temples are suspended in the air, and there is a strange scene at the end.

However, the contrast that really amazes the discerning people lies in this - the entire Holy Land of the Eastern Buddha Sect, all the floating treasure temples, can feel the fluctuation of the formation, and the reason why it can be suspended in the air is all due to the magic power of the monks.

Only the real Hanging Temple in the middle of the body did not have the slightest fluctuation in the formation!

In other words, the reason why such a huge and majestic temple is suspended in the air is all on its own. What a spectacle!

The building materials of this temple are all made of extremely precious hanging stones.

At the time of the establishment of the sect, it is said that the world's hanging stones were exhausted before this temple was built.

There is only one in the whole world, and there is no other home.

Kujue went directly into the main temple, and did not greet anyone, and walked all the way to the corner, which looked particularly sneaky.

"Bitter Jue!" suddenly shouted.

This sound is as magnificent as Huang Zhong Da Lu, which shocks people's ears deafeningly.

The monks passing by all turned a deaf ear, and only the subconscious quickening of their pace showed the uneasiness in their hearts.

He plucked his ears and looked back: "It's called spring?"

The one who shouted to stop the bitterness was also an old monk.

It's just that compared to the yellow-faced old monk Kujue, he is thinner, and he is simply skinny.

The whole person is like a skeleton, which is intimidating.

Hearing the bitter response, his eyes widened, and he suddenly became even more terrifying: "In front of so many disciples, how can you be so unprovoked?"

Such a thin person, but there seems to be endless power hidden in his body, and every sound is like roaring with all his might.

"The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes, bitter disease!" Kujue made an angry look: "Do you still want to call me in private?"

This skinny old monk turned out to be the first bitter disease in the Dragon Descending Academy, known as the first in the first combat power of the Academy.

However, in the face of Kujue, he has nowhere to go, so he can't have an "infighting" in front of a group of disciples, right?

glared at the left and right fiercely, and the monks on this level quickly dispersed.

Then he continued to persuade at the volume of 'shouting': "How can you say that you are so old, you shouldn't always be so unorthodocent!"

"You're getting old, okay? Kujue squinted at him: "I don't know, I still think that our Hanging Temple is so poor, and it looks like a ghost, starving you, right?"

He was dumbfounded by his bitter illness, and only shouted sullenly: "Senior Brother Abbot called you to see him!"

"Senior Brother Abbot, do you still need your word to spread the word?"

By this time, the other monks had dispersed.

The bitter illness finally couldn't help it, and roared angrily: "Then don't always pretend that you can't hear the 'heart' of the abbot senior brother???!

"Why are you still in a hurry? Buddhism is a pure place!"

He couldn't speak, but his teeth creaked.

"Alas. Kujue sighed again: "Your teeth are so good." ”

"Bitter feeling. Bitter took a few deep breaths, and then said as gently as possible in a loud voice: "We may not have talked for many years, so it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, why don't you try?"

"Okay, okay, old arms and legs, always thinking about moving! I'm not afraid of accidentally twisting my muscles and bones!" Seeing that he was really anxious, he patted his ass and left: "Since Senior Brother Abbot can't do without me like this, I'll go and see what he wants." ”

"Hey, what are you doing with me?"

"The Dragon Descending Courtyard is so idle?"

"If you don't want to take care of it, I'll take care of it for you!"

However, no matter what Kujue said next, Kujue just followed silently.

If he turns, he will be blocked by bitter sickness.

I knew that I couldn't avoid it, and in desperation, I could only go to the abbot's meditation room.

"I went in. ”

"I really went in. ”

"Don't you follow?"

"Senior Brother Abbot and I have something important! You are just the first ...... of the Dragon Descending Courtyard."

......

In the end, the bitter illness followed the bitter awakening into the abbot's meditation room.

Bitter life is a fat monk with a sad face, and he was born with two or three strong feelings of bitterness and bitter illness.

Especially compared to Kujue, a yellow-faced old monk and Kuai, a sick-looking and thin monk, he looks much younger, as if he is only in his forties.

only had a gloomy face, as if he had been wronged all the time, and even the two white eyebrows that could reflect the years were listlessly drooping.

"Senior Brother Kujue. Bitter Life said worriedly: "How are you traveling this time?"

"Senior brother, don't worry!" Ku Jue's eyebrows instantly danced: "I have accepted another peerless apprentice! The fate that the master calculated for me in the early years should be here." The next hundred-year competition will make the group of bald donkeys in Mount Meru look good!"

What is wrong with the monk scolding the bald donkey......

Bitter life's face became even more sad, and even the bald head looked a little sad.

But the bitter illness next to him coldly shouted: "'Peerless disciples' don't have to! We are hanging in the empty temple, and there are two generations of disciples who are full of talents, but the disciples of the pure character generation are scarce, and a few of the first ones are not idle, so you have to accept the disciples to make up the number." ”

"What a count!" Kujue jumped high: "I Kujue accepts apprentices, and non-peerless disciples don't accept them!" How can I just make up the numbers?"

When the bitter eyes widened, he was about to say something.

Ku Ming took the first step and said: "Senior Brother Kujue, you are talking about another 'peerless disciple', when will you introduce the mountain gate? After all, time is already very tight. ”

"There's no hurry, brother. Ku Jue said solemnly: "Although my disciple wept bitterly and begged to enter the mountain gate early, the more this is the case, the more I have to sharpen his temperament. You must know that sharpening the knife is not a mistake for a woodcutter, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, good things are never tribulations, and the edge of the sword is sharpened from ......"

"Yes!" cried out the bitter sick, "just yet?"

"Hmph, what do you know!" Kujue sneered: "Xia Worm can't speak rock sugar gourd!"

After that, he shook the sleeves of the leaky linen clothes and brushed them away.

It's just rude to himself, but it's still the same in front of the abbot, and he is really annoyed by his bitter illness: "Senior brother abbot, look at this guy!

"Alas. ”

Bitter and sorrowful, he sighed sadly: "Kujue entered three days earlier, why did you never call him a senior brother?"

Bitter illness stunned.

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