In the face of the little girl's ridicule, Feng Lin was indifferent and didn't say much.

The highest level of lying is to believe even yourself.

During this time, Feng Linwan was immersed in the characters he had woven for himself, but he had a better understanding of the appearance of all beings.

Now that he is wearing this skin, the smell that comes out of his bones is the smell.

Except that the core of the soul has not changed, others have seen it, and no matter how familiar it is, I am afraid that they will not recognize him.

"At this time, I went up the mountain, and I was so familiar with the doorway of the Hanging Temple to receive distinguished guests, and I was so fearless, and I was sarcastic about the little girl who was a disciple of the Hanging Temple... It must have something to do with the bell. Out of instinct, Feng Linwan analyzed.

But he didn't dig any deeper.

There are many things going on in this world, and they are changing all the time.

As one of the three noble paths, it is normal for the temple to have distinguished guests visit.

Feng Lin Wan is not willing to make extraneous branches.

It's just that, sometimes, just because you don't cause trouble doesn't mean things don't provoke you.

The little girl obviously thought the little monk in front of her was interesting, so she took the initiative to say, "Hey, little monk, why don't you go to the top of the mountain to take a look? My grandfather is challenging the seventy-two suspended demon formation of your Hanging Temple, and he has to beat all the big monks of your temple." This is a rare battle, don't you want to see it?"

After Feng Linwan heard this, he was slightly stunned in his heart.

"It turned out that he was the one who kicked the mountain gate, but he was able to come with such fanfare, and let the Hanging Temple treat it solemnly, it must be an ordinary person. To challenge this kind of thing, the first must be qualified, the second must have that honorary status, and the third must have excellent strength. If you don't qualify, no one cares. No status... Just waiting to be 'side by side'. If you don't have the strength, you will die miserably. ”

So Feng Linwan finally couldn't help it and asked, "Your grandfather is very powerful?"

The little girl proudly raised her delicate little nose and said with a smile: "My grandfather is the Bashan Sword Emperor, the ancestor of the Bashan Dojo. Ten years ago, the outcasts of the Hanging Temple killed one of my grandfather's disciples. My grandfather gave the Hanging Temple ten years to find out the real culprit and hand it over to our Bashan Dojo to deal with. Now that the time has come, the Hanging Temple can't hand over people, so naturally I can only meet my grandfather's challenge. ”

One of the three noble paths, the Hanging Temple is one of them.

There are also two places that are Bashan Dojo and Jingyang Palace.

The Bashan Dojo was created by the Bashan Sword Emperor, and the Bashan Sword Emperor can be called a legend.

Of course, even so... He is also far from being an immortal.

Feng Linwan satisfied his curiosity, and the whole person quieted down again.

It's just an indigenous Sword Emperor, what's the big deal?

I have learned Lu Dongbin's swordsmanship, and in the virtual space, I have seen all kinds of sword gods, sword saints, and sword emperors... Feng Linwan, who came out of the sword, didn't care about this at all.

Seeing a master duel, broadening one's horizons, and even feeling and gaining something, it is difficult to apply it to the creatures of the galaxy era.

"Some people say that my grandfather is the number one sword cultivator in the world. Aren't you curious... Don't want to go up the mountain to have a look?" the little girl saw that Feng Lin was quiet again, and suddenly felt a little discouraged.

"If it's the first in heaven, then I'll go and see it. Feng Linwan replied with a smile.

The little girl pouted angrily and glared at Feng Lin Wan fiercely.

"Silly monk, stupid monk!" the little girl staggered past Feng Linwan, and then climbed up the winding and thrilling mountain road.

It can be seen that she has a lot of cultivation skills, and this little obstacle can't stump him.

The most important thing is... Feng Lin could feel that there were at least three good players who had reached level six, lurking in the shadows, following this little girl closely and acting as bodyguards.

The hustle and bustle at the top of the mountain lasted for half a day.

Even the entire Hanging Temple is covered with a large array of the Hanging Temple.

However, the fine rocks that were shaken off were still sprinkled all over the mountain roads and some corridors and rock roads, and the efforts of sealing the forest for several days have also turned into flowing water.

So, the little monk had to start all over again.

The Bashan Sword Emperor fought with the Hanging Temple, and the Hanging Temple undoubtedly lost. Even if it is one of the so-called Three Noble Paths, there is a lack of real amazing talents in the Hanging Temple, just some people who keep it. How can he be the opponent of the Bashan Sword Emperor who created one of the three righteous paths, the Bashan Dojo?

This loss is more than just face.

There is also the status of the rivers and lakes, and there are many practical interests involved.

For example, some powerful and wealthy people, when seeking refuge, prefer the Bashan Monastery to the Hanging Temple.

With the end of the challenge, the monks of the Hanging Temple were full of anger and didn't know where to vent.

At this time, Feng Linwan, an abbot disciple with no seniority but no status, still has a simple and simple smile on his 'stupid husband', which is a bit ironic.

Because of their nominal status, no one can give direct harm and insults.

Knowing that he liked to clean, he deliberately soiled the Buddha statue and deliberately made some roads dirty.

Watching the little monk frown and sweep, those monks who hid in the shadows and peeked at them could get a certain sense of pleasure and satisfaction, and the insult that the Bashan Sword Emperor fell on them seemed to be 'cleverly' transferred in this way.

And even though he knew that someone was teasing, the 'Yifan monk' still cleaned every day and still cleaned some nameless Buddha statues.

This also made the 'good name' of the stupid monk of the Hanging Temple begin to gradually spread from the temple to the outside of the temple.

Finally, on this day, the opportunity that Feng Lin was waiting for came.

The first of the lecture hall of the Hanging Temple, the Great Bitter Zen Master contemplates the Buddha in the Buddha Forest.

happened to bump into a group of mischievous monks, as well as Feng Linwan, who was stupidly cleaning.

This mountain of Buddha statues, although most of them are useless.

But there are also a few Buddha statues with extraordinary origins.

It is carved by the high monks of the Hanging Temple, which inadvertently integrates their refined Buddhist principles and Dharma.

The best thing Zen Master Daku is best at is the Mida fist seal circulated in the Hanging Temple, and he fought with the Bashan Sword Emperor before, but he couldn't even stop the sword of the Bashan Sword Emperor.

He has refined his stunt for nearly a hundred years, but he was satirized by the Bashan Sword Emperor as 'empty and empty, without Buddha nature, withered for a hundred years, and is useless'.

Because of this, the Buddha's heart was damaged, and he found this Buddha Forest, wanting to absorb some of the essence left by his ancestors and make up for the lack in his heart.

Dismissed those mischievous monks.

Naturally, the Great Bitter Zen Master knew Feng Linwan's identity and was reluctant to greet him.

subconsciously glanced at it, but just happened to see that Feng Linwan wiped a Buddha statue with a rag.

Because of the angle, Feng Linwan 'coincidentally' blocked most of the body of the Buddha statue, but there was only one fist, a small stretch out.

It seems to be a clenched fist, but in fact it is slightly loosened, implying a finger.

The Great Bitter Zen Master was shocked, and the whole person suddenly brightened.

"Wrong! Wrong! No wonder so! He was right! In the past 100 years, I have indeed corrected mistakes. Buddhism cultivates 'emptiness', but I clenched my fists, my heart is not empty, and my hands are not empty, so naturally I can't see the true chapter or the true Buddha. "The Great Bitter Zen Master felt something in his heart, and he only felt that he was suddenly enlightened.

When he looked at Feng Lin Wan again, he unconsciously found that this little monk was much more pleasing to the eye.