When I came to the main hall, the monks of Hoshoji Temple were waiting in the hall early. Although the main hall was full of monks for a while, Ye Yunqing took a closer look and found that there were only about thirty or forty people. It seems that this Faxiang Temple is not an ordinary remote place. But speaking of which, thanks to this temple with few people, some temples with flourishing incense may not necessarily save a nameless poor boy like him.

From the bottom of his heart, Ye Yunqing knew that Faxiang Temple was far from being as simple as it seemed, and it must be very mysterious behind it. For example, the ancestor who was about to meet was a little nervous subconsciously.

When I saw Kong Miao hosting, I hadn't opened my mouth to speak, and my palms were already full of sweat.

"Hehe, the poor monk Guan came to Yunqing's little friend to recover well. Host Kong Miao, seeing Ye Yunqing's steady steps, only a smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you also for taking care of Master Kong Miao and all of you. Ye Yunqing leaned down and said seriously.

"I guess I just heard the temple's 'Pranyo Empty Bell', which is a sign that the ancestor of the temple wants to see Xiaoyou. Yunqing Xiaoyou, rest assured. The ancestor of this temple will not be a fierce thing. Hehe~~" Seeing Ye Yunqing's clenched fist, the empty Miao host smiled a little.

The monks on both sides all looked yearning, and it seemed that the so-called ancestor was really not ordinary great in their hearts. cough~~ In addition to Shanqing. The guy was recalling that he once ate a kind of roast duck in his hometown, called Lao Zu Duck. That duck skin, not to mention how crispy it is。。。。。。。。

"Host Kong Miao laughed, how dare Yun Qing desecrate the ancestor. Ye Yunqing let out a secret breath. At this moment, I was a little eager to see that ancestor. There was a burst of warmth in his chest, and the piece of alien iron trembled slightly. Very light and light, except for Ye Yunqing. But no one else notices.

"Then ask Yunqing Xiaoyou to go with the poor monk. Fu arranged some matters, and Kong Miao took Ye Yunqing with him. Out of the temple, he rushed to a dark mountain. Shanqing looked at their backs and sighed bitterly in his heart, hating why he couldn't get out.

"Little friend Yunqing, help the poor monk's arm. If you're scared, don't look down. A Sanskrit voice groaned, Kongmiao's right palm was raised, and a burst of verdant color surged. Ye Yunqing, who was holding the empty arm, immediately felt that his body was gradually flying. Like immortals, when I was young, I often heard my father tell the story of the immortals, and he would walk in the fog and turn stones into gold. I didn't expect to fly today, but it's a pity, it's a pity that the storyteller's father didn't have a chance to see it. Ye Yunqing took a breath of cool air and endured her tears.

At the foot of the foot, there is a cyan lotus platform. It is lush and very colorful. Looking at it carefully, there is a faint Buddha's solemnity. At this time, the two of them were already far away from the ground. I can see the architectural pattern of the Faxiang Temple, and the Faxiang Temple has become a black spot.

Ye Yunqing came back to her senses and was suddenly a little scared. I'm really afraid of falling, and falling down is afraid that it will smash the ground into a deep humanoid hole.

After listening to the words of the empty host, he didn't look down. There were shadows of clouds all around, and the other hand that was not holding his arm reached out to catch the clouds, but when he touched his hand, a cold dampness faintly turned into nothingness, and slowly flew embers from his fingers.

"This flight in the air is the skill of a cultivator. But you have not heard. However, according to the estimation of the poor monk, he is a little friend, and his cultivation skills are better than those of the old man, and it is not just a little bit of a star. ”

"How can I cultivate?" Listening to the words of the empty host, Ye Yunqing naturally didn't expect too much that he could become an immortal. I just want to have the ability to take revenge, to find and protect myself Xiao Mo.

"Maybe this is your fate. Seeing the ancestor is your creation, since the founding of the temple, since the founding of the temple, from someone to see the ancestor. Now in this Yan Xuan country, almost no one knows about Faxiang Temple. Looking at the territory of Huangluan, the cultivation ability of the poor monk can be regarded as medium. If it weren't for the ancestors who had appointed the presiding officers of the past dynasties, how would mortal people practice the art of Shinto. ”

It seems that this ancestor is a very high cultivator, and Ye Yunqing has just learned the word "cultivation", and he vaguely understands the strength and difficulty of cultivation. However, as long as he can make him stronger, he will definitely try to get the ancestor to teach him some cultivation things.

No matter how hard it is, no matter how dangerous it is, come on. Ye Yunqing clenched his fists, his goal at this moment was to become stronger. He believes that he will definitely get stronger, he will!

"It's almost there, little friend Yunqing. Kong Miao presided over, and the plain white loose monk's robe hunted and hunted, and the flight speed increased slightly. The flight angle also swept downward.

After a while, the mountain rocks can be seen, the top of the mountain enters the clouds, hangs down to the peaks, and a kind of vicissitudes of life sweeps in. The clouds in the sky, turned into seven colors, were arranged in order. The thunder sounded, and in the clouds, I saw that the seven-colored clouds were mixed together, turning into a rolling sea of clouds, and disappeared with the wind and thunder, and dissipated far away in the sky.

Ye Yunqing felt that his limbs were certain, and his body was frozen by an invisible force. Then his body was wrapped in golden light, and slowly drifted away somewhere in the mountains.

Then the rumbling voice came explosively: "Kong Miao, Yunqing Xiaoyou has arrived, you can go back first." In your cultivation realm, remember to 'guard the void and condense the spirit', and the bottleneck of cultivation can be solved. Kong Miao bent down and bowed, his recent cultivation realm had not broken through, and when he heard the ancestor's words 'Guarding the Void and Condensing the Spirit', he suddenly opened his mouth. There was a red glow in front of him, and his figure flickered. Looking around again, Kong Miao has returned to the Faxiang Temple!

Ye Yunqing, I can't see anything in front of me. As if I had slept for a while, there was a call of the soul in the darkness, and the strange iron in my chest was unusually hot.

When he slowly stopped floating, the golden mangs surged, and they did not dissipate, but all of them entered his body along Ye Yunqing's pores, and were absorbed by Ye Yunqing's body bit by bit.

He was greeted by a swarthy black mountain wall, and he was on a platform. Looking behind him, he found that there was a wide abyss under his feet, and he kicked a stone with his left foot and rolled down, but there was no echo! Looking up at the stone wall towering into the top of the clouds, Ye Yunqing was frozen somewhere, and there seemed to be four big characters. There is a mysterious sense of supernatural feeling, like a black hole.

Ye Yunqing scratched his head in the private school in Qingming Town, although he barely finished reading it. I can't tell what these four words are if I want to break my head. Don't say that a mortal teacher is a teacher, and people who are not cultivators of ** power will not recognize it. Because these words do not belong to this world.