The sun shines, looking at the distant mountains, the peaks are stacked on top of each other, the temple is deep in the sea of clouds, like a fairy dwelling, here is the place of the treasure temple, the door of the Buddhist hall is heavy, the glazed blue tiles, the red wall is scattered, the whole is rigorous, the momentum is magnificent, the stupa is holy, the bell tower is solemn, the scripture hall, the Daxiong Treasure Hall is magnificent, there are monks walking through from time to time, in the performance of their own deacons.

"Xiaochuan, you see, there are a lot of people, there is a big ding, and many pilgrims are entering the incense. Xiaowen was very excited.

"Well, you can take pictures here, but when you enter the main hall, don't take pictures, it's disrespectful. Pay attention!" Wang Chuan reminded Xiaowen.

Look at Xiaowen again, take a beautiful mobile phone here, take photos there, take a selfie from time to time, Wang Chuan opened the phone, only to see that the circle of friends was swiped by her, it seems that Xiaowen is still very photogenic, every photo is good.

"Xiaowen, let's go to the main hall first. "The two of them are traveling by car and have freedom of movement.

"Okay!" Xiaowen ran over, cheerful and excited, it was also the first time for her to come to this kind of Lingshan treasure temple.

"Xiaochuan, let's pray together!" Xiaowen said.

"Okay, listen to you. Wang Chuan agreed, the two crossed the Jinshui Bridge, and stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the red silk curtain, the solemn place, a grand and coercive place, the big Buddha sat cross-legged, sealed, compassionate, and purified all sentient beings.

On the top of the main hall, there was a futon, Xiaowen and Xiaochuan came in, and they were just about to kneel and worship, when suddenly there was a thunderstorm in the heavens and the earth, and Wang Chuan involuntarily stopped his body, his face was solemn.

Xiao Wen snuggled beside him, not knowing why.

"Xiaowen, don't be afraid, it's a coincidence. Wang Chuan comforted.

"Well, I know, it's good to have you, I'm not afraid!" Xiaowen was frightened and said weakly.

"Hey, no, you heard it too?" Wang Chuan suddenly realized that there were other tourists, why were they indifferent, it seemed that only the two of them heard this thunder.

At this time, a little novice came from the back hall and came to Wang Chuan and the others.

"Amitabha, donor, my Buddha has an appointment, please talk about it in the back hall. Xiao Shami said solemnly.

"Okay!" Wang Chuan nodded gently.

"Please come with me!" Xiao Shami led Wang Chuan and the two, turned around the Daxiong Treasure Hall, entered through the back door, they passed through the corridor and courtyard, and came to a monk's house courtyard, which was quiet and tidy, the main room was open, the room was simply arranged, and an old monk sat in it, closed his eyes and participated in meditation, and was sitting in meditation.

"Master, the donor has already brought. The little novice reported and withdrew from the courtyard.

"Xiao Chuan!" Xiao Wen was a little afraid, approached Wang Chuan, and took her hand.

Wang Chuan looked at Xiaowen softly, which was extremely profound, and said softly: "Wen'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

"Bang!" The sound of the wooden fish knocking came, the silence was broken, and the old monk in the room opened his eyes to look at Wang Chuan, among which there was the life and death of the Buddha's light, and the vicissitudes of life were long.

"Donor, please!" said the old monk gently.

When Wang Chuan heard this, he took Wen'er in and sat cross-legged opposite the old monk.

The old monk glanced at Xiaowen and saw compassion in his eyes, as if there were sentient beings taking refuge.

Xiaowen involuntarily sighed, then fell into Wang Chuan's arms, fell asleep, Wang Chuan saw this, all around, the strange light flickered, the purple gas in his eyes was extinguished, no abnormality was found, Xiaowen should have been hypnotized.

"Offended, donor, she's just sleeping for a while, and everything is fine!" the old monk explained in a harmonious voice.

"Master, call me, is there something wrong?" Wang Chuan went straight to the point.

"Hehe, Anitabha, I just ask, does the donor know where this is?" the old monk asked with a smile on his face.

"Where is this Lingshan Treasure Temple?" Wang Chuan's eyes flickered, and the old monk's words seemed to mean something.

"The donor understands in his heart, here!" the old monk stretched out his hand and pointed to his forehead.

"Hmm, who are you?" Wang Chuan's heart was turbulent, and the old monk in front of him seemed to know everything about himself.

"Don't panic, don't panic, the old monk is a true spiritual mark at the bottom of the Huangquan River, how many years, and finally wait for someone to come here. The old monk's words were shocking, and Wang Chuan was shocked and dumbfounded.

"What the hell is the master going to say, is everything here really an illusion, all fake?" Wang Chuan felt uncomfortable in his heart, it seemed that he had been deceiving himself all along, and he didn't want to wake up, and now he was exposed, it was too painful.

"All actions are impermanent, all laws have no self, Nirvana is silent!" the old monk paused, no more.

"I don't understand! Please ask the master to solve the puzzle?" Wang Chuan was confused, and he became more and more confused.

"Why should the donor be so persistent, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi. The old monk's eyes flashed with wisdom.

"Old monk, don't sell Guanzi, otherwise I will miss my company, and it's a big deal to break this illusion. Wang Chuan's heart ached, he was angry, he was snuggled up to Wen'er by his side, everything was so real, mother, father, Sister Zhou, grandma, could it be that everything was fake, it was the obsession in his heart.

"All sentient beings have sentient beings, and the law and self are attached. Karma is caused by karma! True or false, it all depends on one's own heart!" said the old monk again.

"Old monk, I can understand what I say, is it okay?" Wang Chuan said angrily.

"Amitabha, what the donor said, the old monk knows, under the map of Huangquan Road here, there is a big demon to suppress, and it has a long history, and the giant clan fills the pit with its body, and the mountains and rivers are strong, so as to protect the peace of the party. The old monk said, telling the secret.

"Oh? I see. Wang Chuan was shocked to hear this, and his heart was not calm.

"Old monk, I only have a Buddha seal left here, obsessed with speaking, and it is also a few Taoist friends who sacrifice themselves and bless each other to exist for so long, in order to this day, in case this picture falls into the hands of the wicked. The old monk paused, and in the light of Wang Chuan's eyes, he found that there was a mysterious mental power converging, and this old monk was also in his last years.

"Master, please speak!" Wang Chuan said gently.

"If the donor wants to stay here, he can try to leave a true spirit seal that can reside in this treasure temple. Everything in the world is impermanent, illusory and difficult to distinguish, true and false, entangled in time and space, karma, cause and effect, who can say true or false, the only heart. The old monk said.

"Okay!" Wang Chuan was satisfied with the answer.

"Donor, the old monk and Buddha see you, the body of the afterlife, the body of the past, shrouded in fog, time chaos, karma entanglement, I really can't see through, I look at you again, you have a secret treasure, condensing time and space, gathering the sea of stars, these all appear on you, all this is unusual, your origin, unpredictable, but some other cultivators are very ordinary. Therefore, once this diagram is out of trouble in the future, it will be yours. The old monk said again.

"As long as I can keep all the characters here, I will be satisfied, treasure map, those who are destined to get it, let him go. Wang Chuan said what was in his heart, but the words of the old monk, he seemed familiar, and he couldn't help but think of what a senior monk said to him once in the Wanshou Temple of the Tang Kingdom.

"After the donor goes out, I hope to find someone destined for the old man, and the Dharma of my Buddha should be reproduced in the world. The old monk finally said.

"Got it, don't worry, master. At this time, Wang Chuan remembered that the little monk Wuzhen with clear eyebrows seemed to be the best candidate.

"All the worlds, the law is the only one, donor, please!" the old monk finally said.

Wang Chuan's heart moved, and he immediately made a seal, going all out, only to see the change of the light, dazzling, imprinted a lot of what he had learned, the technique of the nine changes of the star pole, condensing time, space, and mainstream everything, among which there was a Wang Chuan spirit body imprint wrapped in it, and finally turned into a circular and agile imprint, which was crystal bright and clear.

"Master, what should I do now!" Wang Chuan's talisman ball in his hand turned, extremely miraculous.

"The donor can stay in my treasure temple, or he can find the land to keep it himself, and he has the right to fight. The old monk said.

"Since that is the case, the boy left. Wang Chuan finally said goodbye, he didn't want to leave his most precious things with strangers.

The old monk was kind and kind, smiling and nodding, without the slightest anger.

Wang Chuan left, took Xiaowen, and returned to the car at the bottom of the mountain.

In the car, his heart moved, looked at Xiaowen beside him, a thought came to mind, and then he moved, took out the treasure in the ring, immediately refined, and finally turned into a thin gold medal, which he sneaked into his true spirit rune and hung on Xiaowen's jade neck.

"I'm leaving, you have to take care of yourself, be good!" Wang Chuan looked at the jade man in his arms gently, his eyes became nostalgic, and finally became more and more cold, more and more sharp, and the aura around his body was like an abyss.

"Ani Buddha Buddha!" On the treasure temple, the old monk had a feeling, recited the Buddha's name, and immediately came from the mountain with the mighty Buddha power, infused Wang Chuan's body, stabilized the space, and protected Xiaowen at the same time.

At the same time, there was a rune, on which the golden light flickered, and the lines were staggered, flying close to Wang Chuan, turning into a stream of light, and rushing into Wang Chuan's brain.

In the outside world, Wang Chuan's body changed again, the Buddha power was vast, and the little tree spirit Xiao Ji felt it, and immediately restrained his breath, hibernated into Wang Chuan's Shenque Wheel Sea, and watched its changes, it knew that Wang Chuan would return.

Mo Xuyang and the indigenous boy also sensed this breath, Wang Chuan's body was gray, and there were mysterious positions staggered, and after a few breaths, Wang Chuan's eyes opened, revealing a stunning light.

"Wang Chuan, are you awake?" Mo Xuyang said to Wang Chuan while resisting the spirit of the creatures who came from the siege and the sneak attack of the Eight Uniques.

"Well, I woke up and had a dream!" Wang Chuan whispered, letting out a long breath that he could sense a vague concern far away.

"Little brother, it's good to wake up, it's already a mess here!" the indigenous boy shouted, the white bone stick in his hand kept waving, and the killing light was frequent.

"Hehe!" Wang Chuan chuckled, at this moment in his body, Xiao Ji had already passed the situation to him.

"Town!" Wang Chuan's five fingers bluffed, and the light changed, and a mountain of ethereal spirits manifested out, turning into more than ten zhang, suppressing a piece, and crushing a piece of living spirit.

"Go!" The dragon moon wheel came out in response, turned into green and gold two qi, manifested the golden dragon and Qingluan, a piece of Shenxia, roared the mountains and rivers, and swooped away, where it passed, the living beings were destroyed in response to the situation, and the eight absolute demon spirits dodged one after another.

"I'll go! Little brother is violent!" The indigenous boy was shocked in his heart, Wang Chuan was not obvious before, but now he is going all out, and his combat power is unparalleled.

"Let's go, get out of here!" Wang Chuan called to the two.

"I'm just waiting for your words!" Mo Xuyang approached, and the indigenous boy also approached.

Wang Chuan took out the magic weapon of crossing the bridge ladder, and immediately urged with all his strength, only to see that this magic weapon immediately changed, suddenly opened the formation space, and extended out, Wang Chuan waved his hand, sprinkling a piece of light, wrapping the two, and the three of them immediately went with this magic weapon, only to see the light flash, several people appeared in another sky, and when they stood still, they had already arrived outside the formation, and the white bone temple area behind was shrouded in blood-colored light and mist, in which bloody palm prints kept appearing, so weird Zodiac Eight Absolute Diagrams.