|.| It is as if wandering in a gentle ocean, the whole body is warm, and it is like in the warm embrace of the mother, no amount of pain is in vain.

Wang Yuan gradually opened his eyes, the faint sunlight spilled into his sockets, and the eyes that had not been opened for a long time immediately felt a piercing pain.

But an instant later, Wang Yuan opened his eyes again, this time his eyes were very shocked, the tide of memories poured out in an instant, everything in the Immortal Worship Sect was vivid, and he didn't know what happened after his near death, but he knew that he was still alive.

After learning that he had survived, Wang Yuan moved his body for a moment, but gave up his move in an instant.

At this moment, a gentle and delicate voice sounded: "Hehe, you're awake."

Wang Yuan was on guard, but the meridians had already been broken into countless times, and Wang Yuan looked at himself inwardly, and found that the demon clone and the deity had no news, and even in the body, they had lost contact. The demon clone and the deity either stepped into reincarnation or were seriously injured and unconscious.

After moving his eyes, Wang Yuan was surprised to find that this place was dilapidated and exposed, and even the cobwebs were covered with dust.

And the gaze shifted again, and the target was a Buddhist monk in a robe, with white skin, bright eyes, and a smile on his mouth, but his appearance made Wang Yuan have to pay more attention. This Buddhist cultivator turned out to be a young man, even much younger than Wang Yuan's appearance, and it could also be said that he was a seventeen or eight-year-old boy.

"Buddha Cultivation." Wang Yuan blurted out.

"Hehe, this little benefactor, Buddha cultivation is not a word, poor monks only know a little bit of the written Dharma, and it is still far from the broad and profound Dharma of my Buddha." The young man folded his hands and bowed his head slightly.

Wang Yuan stared at the young man's dress, his eyes were strange, and he asked, "Where is this?"

"Thou shalt not speak, thou shalt not speak." The boy smiled gently.

"Why am I here?" Wang Yuan continued to ask.

"Thou shalt not speak, thou shalt not speak." The boy smiled gently.

"Who are you?" Wang Yuan asked.

"Thou shalt not speak, thou shalt not speak." The boy smiled gently.

......

Wang Yuan's eyes gradually became fierce, and he secretly said that if his body could still move, he would definitely slap it with one palm, and he would have to kill this young man.

Wang Yuan took a deep breath and thought carefully.First of all, he didn't die.When he woke up, he found that this strange young man.His life was related to him;Second.The injuries on the demon's body showed signs of improvement.It should also be related to this Buddhist young man.Third.This young Buddha's body was hidden in the Taoist Buddha Sect.The aperture was surrounded.It should be good.

These three reasons made Wang Yuan abandon the idea of killing the Buddhist monk with one palm.

Wang Yuan then asked, "Then tell me what you have to say."

"Don't say it...... Ahhh The young Buddha's words were swallowed by him alive, and he smiled gently with a slight embarrassment. The Buddha said that you can't say it, and if you say it, you are wrong, and I don't dare to say it, and that the poor monks have nothing to say."

Suddenly, Wang Yuan laughed and thought to himself: "This strange Buddha cultivator wants to discuss the Buddha with me, but I cultivate the Tao, and the Buddha and the Tao are not connected but have the same root.

When he thought of this, Wang Yuan's eyes kept flickering, and he said: "There are things that are mixed, born from nature, lonely, independent and unchanging, Zhou Xing and not dying, can be the mother of the world.

This is what he got from eavesdropping on the Tao, and it can be said to be extremely mysterious, and he still doesn't understand the truth.

Sure enough, the young Buddha Xiu looked contemplative, and then looked at Wang Yuan seriously, as if he felt that such words should not be said by a cultivator who was only a little benefactor in the infancy of Yuan.

The boy scratched his head and began pacing.

After half a pillar of incense, he looked at Wang Yuan with a smile on his face and said, "The Buddha in my heart is omniscient, omnipresent, truthfully aware of the nature of all dharmas, and the great sage who has attained enlightenment, is the foundation for thorough comprehension of the Six Realms, and is truly fully enlightened."

Wang Yuan listened to it in his ears, and then secretly remembered it in his heart, and continued: "If the Buddha knows, then the way that the Buddha knows is the way of my Taoist, so the Buddha is the way."

"No, no, my Buddha knows, but I don't know." The young Buddha Xiu hurriedly made the shape of Amitabha Buddha and bowed to the back of Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan smiled and shook his head and sighed.

"Why don't you speak?" The young Buddha Xiu looked at Wang Yuan and asked a little anxiously.

"You can't say it." Wang Yuan's smile was even stronger.

"You ......" the Buddhist young man suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Wang Yuan, his delicate eyebrows raised, but in the blink of an eye, he glared, and then lowered his head and kept repeating "Amitabha".

"Amitabha, the poor monk just moved the precept of hatred, and there is a trace of the precept of killing. The young Buddha shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seems that the poor monk's Dharma is not profound enough, because you have taken two precepts."

Immediately, the young Buddha sat down on the spot and began to ask the Buddha to ask for forgiveness.

Taking advantage of these moments, Wang Yuan began to continue to observe his surroundings, and all the surrounding scenery was taken into his eyes, and in front of him was an incense case, which had long been covered with dust, and some were only the ashes of the years in the incense burner.

Behind the incense case is a stone statue of a big Buddha, but half of the Buddha's face has been broken, but the mysterious smile is still faintly visible.

"It turned out to be a ruined temple." Wang Yuan tried to control his body and slowly stood up, very surprised.

The demon clone was seriously injured that day, and it hurt to the root, but now it can be moved.Immediately, Wang Yuan looked at the young Buddha cultivator in the dry meditation, and thought to himself: "He must have conditioned my body with the upright spirit of Buddhism.But this Buddha cultivation is really interesting.Since they all helped me recover my body, but he didn't tell me where this was, and he didn't tell me who he was.It's really a contradiction."

Regardless of the Buddhist cultivator, Wang Yuan walked to the gate of the dilapidated temple, and from the inside, he couldn't see the outside world because of the abundant sunlight, but when Wang Yuan walked out of the gate, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he retreated back in disbelief.

"Shhh Wang Yuan retreated to the Buddha's side, and thoughts flashed wildly in his mind.

"Desolate, desolate." Wang Yuan's heart was shocked and he muttered to himself. As far as the eye can see, there are barren mountains of earthy yellow, and there is no other color.

Wang Yuan has never seen such a barren area, deserted, not a trace of life, no mountain peaks, no aura, this temple is on top of a high peak, and Wang Yuan has not seen any buildings other than this dilapidated temple.

Suddenly, Wang Yuan's mind came up with some ancient books he had seen, and there was a place mentioned above that was very consistent with this place.

"Dongsheng Shenzhou's life forbidden area.. Sky burial." As soon as these two words appeared in his mind, Wang Yuan's heart trembled, because it was recorded in ancient books that the burial place was full of people who committed the most heinous crimes in ancient times.

But the forbidden place of heavenly burial with traces of people in ancient times is also a place where various roads have come to explore, after all, danger and opportunity are the same, the greater the danger, the greater the opportunity, and the stronger the strange treasures that capture the heavens and the earth.

"Ancient books say that there are a million barren mountains with a height of more than 1,000 zhang in the place of heavenly burial, and on the top of each barren mountain there is a person from ancient times.......

Thinking of the bones, Wang Yuan unconsciously looked at the young Buddha cultivator in the dry meditation. Just as Wang Yuan was looking at the young Buddha cultivator, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Yuan with a smile and said, "The poor monk's appearance is natural.

"How long have I been in a coma." Wang Yuanshao asked leisurely after a moment.

"Hehe, the little donor has been in a coma for more than half a year." The gentle appearance of the young Buddha makes people forget all hatred at a glance.

"Sure enough." Wang Yuanyi clenched his fists, his brows furrowed, this injury hurt to the root, even if there is the light of the Buddha cultivating, it is very difficult to recover, half a year is also reasonable, it can also be said that half a year is a miracle, this is all thanks to this young Buddhist cultivator.

And the young man did not repeat the sentence "The Buddha said that it cannot be said." After all, he argued with Wang Yuan.

There are some things, even if they don't say it, both of them understand it, and the Buddha naturally no longer hides it from Wang Yuan.

"This is the forbidden area of life in Dongsheng Divine Continent, the master doesn't know, right?" Wang Yuan's eyes glanced out of the gate and said in a condensed voice.

"Of course the poor monk knows." The young Buddha Xiu laughed.

"So...... I'm going to say goodbye, thank you for saving my life, and if the master wants to kill someone and can't do it because of his reputation, then tell me, I'll kill it." Wang Yuan chuckled lightly, bowed to the young Buddha Xiu, turned around and walked out of the door.

The young Buddha Xiu looked at Wang Yuan's departing figure, slightly surprised, and finally shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"At a young age, I learned to be a devil.alas." The last "sigh" of the young Buddhist cultivator is very heavy, as if the children cannot be taught.

Wang Yuan's eyes were calm, and he said, "Master, you are finally willing to say something worthy of my attention."

After all, there are very few words that can be explained by Wang Yuan overheard.

151 Kanshu.com .