The sandalwood overflowed, and the morning bell of the Faxiang Temple rang nine times, and the temple was silent in an instant. The sky was a little gray, like a rain shower was coming. Tang Zui looked at the sky for a while, and he didn't know where Mo Li's place was.

Counting his naughty and naughty bones when he was a child, because after his parents left, he was entered into the dantian by the white pill and got this strange disease of alcoholism.

The personality has slowly changed a lot, and a naïve teenager has matured to a down-and-out drunkard with a firm heart.

Tang drunk took a deep breath of the cold air in the courtyard, and You Shanqing walked in front and walked with him to look at the inner hall, talking about some interesting things about Faxiang Temple as he walked. Tang was intoxicated and thought about it, and agreed without a word.

The paths of the temple are all paved with blue strips of long stone, which are somewhat curved. A few unknown weeds grew on the side of the road, and the path was winding. In a few moments, they came to the meditation room of Abbot Myoka.

The hall is elegant, refreshing, and a little solemn. Abbot Myokora was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, and the yellow sea green robe hung down, as if the whole person was still. The wind blew, and his long white beard swayed slightly in the wind.

Shanqing stopped outside the door, quietly knelt on the ground, folded his hands and whispered: "Abbot, the drunken benefactor has arrived." ”

Abbot Miaokong closed his palms, and then spread his right hand upwards, swinging horizontally, but his eyes were still closed, and he said, "I know, you are good and retreat." ”

Shanqing bowed and retired, and the Miaokong host opened his eyes and looked at Tang Drunk standing outside the door, and said without sadness or joy: "Come in, little donor." ”

Tang drunk into the room and sat cross-legged with the host of Miaokong. In addition to a bed, there are also a few Qingtan cases, on which a few old scriptures are placed, which is pure and natural.

"The little donor is recovering well. Let the little benefactor come today, it is the ancestor of this temple who wants to see you, and you must have always had questions, why did the ancestor let the poor monk save you. The ancestor said that you are a person of fate, and you should come to the vicinity of Faxiang Temple. We are all cultivators, and when you see the ancestor, you can ask him if there is anything you don't understand. Abbot Myokora said slowly.

Tang Zui was naturally grateful for the life-saving grace of Faxiang Temple, and said respectfully to the abbot of Miaokong: "Thank you master, if there is no master's rescue, Tang Zui is afraid that he would have died in Huangquan and died in the wilderness!"

The host of Miaokong said lightly: "Jiren Tianxiang, the little donor doesn't have to be humble. ”

Tang Zui clenched his fists and said: "I was originally from Yan Xuan Guoqing Town, and when I encountered two immortals, it affected mortals such as me, and I was forced to jump off the cliff before I was rescued by the master." By the way, Master, I have a sister who also escaped, her name is Mo Li, has she ever been here, and how far away is Qing Ming Town, do you know?"

Abbot Miaokong said: "Good! The little benefactor is very blessed, but the poor monk did not find the female benefactor you mentioned. And I've heard a thing or two about that Qingming Town, but it's a pity that there are thousands of small towns in Yan Xuan Kingdom, and I don't know where they are. ”

Tang was drunk and lost for a while. Miaokong continued: "In the underworld, there is a destiny. Tang drunk little donor, what you should meet will meet after all, follow me to see the ancestor!"

A gentle drizzle fell from the sky, slowly flowing down the eaves, converging into a column of water that hit the bluestone slab in front of the door.

Abbot Miaokong tidied up the sea green robe, held a string of sandalwood beads in his left hand, secretly exerted force, a burst of clear spiritual power gushed out, the sandalwood beads instantly became larger, and he walked up with Tang drunk.

The two of them sat in the middle of the sandalwood beads, but they also felt very spacious.

Tang Zui secretly said in his heart: Sure enough, he is a cultivator! The strength of the abbot of Miaokong is not trivial, but I am afraid that he will not be able to do much with the returnee tide and turbid old monsters who fought in Qingming Town.

He couldn't help but feel apprehensive in his heart, and thought about how strong the so-called ancestor would be. Tang Zui also wants to cultivate the truth, and after so many changes, he is extremely yearning for the strength of the cultivator.

Outside the sandalwood beads, an invisible air shield was formed, isolating the rain. The sandalwood magic weapon slowly flew into the air and flew towards the back mountain of the Hoxiang Temple.

After passing the mountain, it did not stop, and continued to gallop southeast.

The mountains and rivers were all at his feet, and Tang was drunk and looked down stunned. After a while, the rain gradually stopped, and after a while, a large earthy yellow mountain appeared in front of me, towering into the clouds. The mountain range is winding and long, intertwined with roots, and the end is the dragon walking Daze, and the tiger is lying on the blessed land.

Abbot Miaokong closed his eyes all the way, and at this moment he opened his eyes and said leisurely: "It's here!"

The sandalwood bead magic weapon did not stop, but swooped down all the way. The mountain peak is steep, and what is amazing is that there is a large piece of flat land in the middle, which is planted with huge green bamboos, which are lush and lush, straight and free, and have the thickness of arms.

I saw that the abbot of Miaokong pushed horizontally with one palm, silently reciting the mantra to open the magic circle, and the bamboo sea instantly separated a path. The two of them rode the sandalwood bead magic weapon and flew leisurely into the depths of the path.

The sea green robe of the abbot of Miaokong was hunted by the strong wind, and the qi waves generated by the magic weapon shook the green bamboo from side to side, but not a single bamboo leaf fell. In a short time, they reached a narrow hole, which only allowed one person to pass through.

Abbot Miaokong put away the sandalwood beads, clasped his palms together and said solemnly: "We have arrived, please come in, please come in, I will wait for you here." Then he said no more.

Tang bowed and thanked him, then took a deep breath and walked into the cave.

He had just entered with his front foot, and when he looked back, there was a cloud of smoke all around him, and he could no longer see the hole in the entrance.

There was a chanting sound in his ears coming from a distance, and Tang Zui felt that this chanting sound had a magical power, as if it was attracting him to walk forward. He walked briskly, the cave wall was covered with glowing stones, emitting glowing golden light, and the direction of the glowing spirit stones seemed to be exquisite, implicitly in line with the five elements of gossip, and the principle of yin and yang fixed numbers.

At the end of the path ahead, a curtain of water appeared. There are two golden characters on the water curtain: Liudao.

Tang was drunk and surprised, and then the word "six roads" turned into a little star, and then recombined into a floating and colorful text:

"The high level of heaven is desirable, and humanity has entered 500 years.

There is no great compassion for living beings and animals, and evil ghosts forgive and kill good and are incomplete.

Hell falls into it, and I only wish that Shura will cross my mortality. ”

After Tang drunk and meditated, the water curtain suddenly became no longer magical, as if it was all an illusion just now. It seems that the sound of chanting is already in the ears, and when you cross the water curtain, you can see the ancestor.

Tang drunk did not hesitate, raised his foot and leaned into the water curtain. The body passed through it, but there was nothing wet with the water on the clothes. After entering the water curtain, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the chanting stopped.

It seems to be a natural cave, and the stone walls are all fiery red, as if the imprint of the fire burned continuously. In the center of the cave there is a small lake, and in the middle of the lake are green lotuses blooming all over the lake, each of which is the size of a baby's head.

There is a small island in the center of the lake, and there is a Qingtan table on the island, and there is nothing else on it except a green lantern.

The light of the fire danced on the lit wick, and the cave reflected the light and shadow. Behind the Qingtan case, a stone bed suddenly appeared, and the stone bed was surrounded by cyan curtains, and it was impossible to see it further in.

Tang was drunk for fear of offending the ancestor, so he didn't dare to look at it more, and stood respectfully in place.