When Fu Yan slowly approached the Futu Tower, Sikong Lanyue and the three of them also arrived at the gate of the Hanging Mi Temple, and they dragged the food, so they naturally had to walk much slower.

Looking at Fu Remnant's carriage, the three of them glanced at each other, carrying bags of food one by one, and headed towards the residence of the lay disciples in the west.

Several prisoners took medicine, but they were extremely honest, and when they saw that their boss was also talking nonsense, saying that the rest of the disciples had not returned from playing, the old monk was so angry that he scolded.

Soon all the goods were moved, the three of them looked at each other, a cold light flashed in their eyes, they nodded slightly, and several lay disciples who knew about it were immediately crushed their throats.

It's not that they're too vicious, it's that everyone's survival is at stake, and there is no room for accidents.

If you want to blame, blame your abbot for being too greedy!

Hiding the body, the three of them slowly slipped towards West Tallinn as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, just wait for the smoke on the side of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion of the Hanging Mi Temple, and this side is about to start!

The three of them looked at each other and took a deep breath, but their heartbeats still couldn't slow down.

At the entrance of the Hanging Mi Temple, a beautiful woman wearing a yellow monk's robe and gray linen shoes also walked slowly.

She is tall and has an extraordinary temperament, with green silk flowing in the wind, and a string of ancient black Buddha beads hanging on her chest.

She looked at the four characters of the Hanging Buddha Temple, her eyes were confused, her hands slowly when, and she murmured: "Amitabha." ”

After speaking, stride into the Hanging Mi Temple, pass through the square, pass through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Guanyin Pavilion, Luohan Hall, Ten Thousand Buddha Hall and other places where people worship Buddha and ask for signatures, and then step into the temple monks can enter the Tianwang Palace.

When Fu Yan saw Qingge's figure, he quickly paused and slowly retreated from behind the wall. At this time, it is not appropriate to meet, so let her go in first.

"Donor, what's wrong with you?" asked the little novice with a stunned head.

Fu Yan waved his hand and said, "Young Master is tired, it doesn't matter if you rest for a while!"

Xiao Shami nodded hurriedly and said, "It doesn't matter, the little monk will accompany the donor today." ”

Fu Yan secretly cursed in his heart, looked up at Qingge, and saw that she seemed to be blocked from the door.

"Female donor, inside is the interior of my Hanging Mi Temple, except for the disciples in the temple, no one else can enter. The monk guarding the door folded his hands and lowered his head, but his face was a little red.

After all, Qingge's face is peerless, and he is wearing Buddhist clothes, which has a peculiar charm. People like Fu Chuan who have seen many beauties are amazed, not to mention this little monk who has lived in a Buddhist temple for a long time!

Qingge folded his hands, bowed his head slightly, and said, "Little master, I am also a disciple of Buddhism, and I came to find someone." ”

The monk saw that she was full of green silk, although she was wearing Buddhist clothes and wearing Buddhist beads on her chest, she looked like a monk. He bowed his head and said, "I don't know which monk the donor is looking for?"

Qingge said: "The poor monk's name is Qingge, and he came to find his senior brother Qingjie, but he never made an appointment. ”

The little monk's face suddenly darkened, Master Qingjie is the supreme figure of Hanging Mi Temple, one generation higher than the abbot master, and two generations higher than himself. The girl in front of her said that she was her senior brother, and she was clearly talking nonsense and came to look for trouble.

The little monk said in a deep voice: "Amitabha! This benefactor should please come back! My Buddha is merciful and blasphemes the fault of the patriarch of the Qing precepts, so that's it." ”

Qingge frowned, suddenly took off the Buddhist beads on his chest, and said, "You give this string of Buddhist beads to Senior Brother Qingjie, and he will understand it at a glance." ”

The little monk's face became more and more ugly, he glanced at the worn-out Buddha beads, and said in a deep voice: "Why does the donor repeatedly blaspheme my Qingjie Patriarch? ”

Qingge's brows became tighter and tighter, and he said lightly: "I'll wait for you here, you can always go in and report!"

The abbot strictly ordered that all monks today are not allowed to step into the Heavenly King's Hall for half a step, and this person obviously knows this, so he is so fearless!

The little monk's face turned cold, and his big hand suddenly grabbed Qingge's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know who the donor is, what the purpose is, and I will take you first, and wait for the abbot to deal with it tomorrow." ”

He moved very quickly, and before he could say anything, he was already close to Qingge's shoulder.

Qingge sighed slowly, his face could not hide the look of disappointment, he did not move, a ray of Buddha light overflowed, and he immediately pushed the monk out for several feet.

He didn't intend to hurt him, the monk just kept retreating, and he was about to stand unsteadily. At this moment, a large hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, stopping his body steadily.

Fu Yan's face changed slightly, and he said in his heart, the monk of the clear space is actually here! Doesn't he know about Gu Jing?

The little monk turned around and saw the clear space, and hurriedly folded his hands, bent down and bowed his head, and said, "Senior brother Jingzhu has seen senior brother." ”

The Monk nodded, his eyes slowly fell on Qing Ge, and he was suddenly shocked, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Then he quickly calmed down, slowly put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, the donor's Dharma is profound, and it is beyond the reach of pure space. ”

Qingge bowed his head slightly and said, "Take me to see Senior Brother." ”

"Senior brother?" Jingkong frowned, and the Jingzhu monk suddenly stepped forward to explain the situation, and Jingkong immediately set his eyes on the string of Buddhist beads.

The jet-black ancient Buddha beads are slightly reflecting the ghostly light, sleek, shiny, and full of Buddha rhyme, and he can see the extraordinary product at a glance.

Clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said, "Please wait a moment, take me to report to the Qing Ring Master." ”

Fu Yan was faintly nervous in his heart, if Qingge couldn't see Qingjie, then the most critical part would be difficult to control.

Mo Youzhan tea, only to hear a loud shout suddenly came from the Futu Tower: "What?"

The sound was like thunder, spreading throughout the entire Hanging Buddha Temple, and everyone couldn't help but go in the direction of the Futu Pagoda.

Fu Yan's heart shook violently, and he smiled bitterly, this internal force may far surpass Fu Hanyu and others. Hou Xubai is right, it is absolutely impossible to defeat this person, and no number of grandmasters are enough.

He slowly raised his head, only to feel a powerful momentum suddenly coming from the sky, enveloping the square in an instant. The golden light of the Futu Tower was pervasive, almost overshadowing the sun, a golden-wrapped figure, footsteps on the roof of the house, a few breaths only to see it across a hundred zhang, and landed steadily in front of Qingge.

It was a thin old man with sunken eyes, a wrinkled face, and hands full of calluses. The figure is rickety, and he seems to be weak, but his strong momentum and unfathomable internal strength prove that this person is far from the place where the oil is exhausted.

His face was full of incredulity, he looked at the Buddha beads in the Qing singer tremblingly, he was silent for a long time, tears welled up in his eyes, and his dry hands slowly when, he said in a trembling voice: "Amitabha!"

Qingge handed him the Buddha beads and said, "Master asked me to come to you." ”

The supreme figure of the Hanging Temple, the bitter Zen monk of the Futu Pagoda, trembled and took the Buddha beads, and tears fell down in large pieces.

He kept nodding his head, and suddenly sighed: "After more than 60 years, I finally saw this string of Buddha beads again, my Buddha is compassionate, my Buddha is compassionate!"

He suddenly knelt down and slowly bowed three heads towards the Buddhas of the Heavenly King Palace.

When Monk Jingzhu saw this scene, he was already stupid in place, his mouth wide open and he couldn't speak.

Qingjie stood up, folded his hands in front of Qingge, and said, "Your Dharma name Qingge?"

Qingge saluted the Buddha and said, "It's senior brother." ”

This senior brother called Qingjie nodded again and again, and the old tears were rampant, and said, "Master, is the Buddha body okay?"

Qingge said: "The master's Buddhism is profound, his internal strength is profound, and he is not harmed. ”

Qingjie was silent for a moment, and said, "The master asked you to go down the mountain, did you say anything?"

Qingge hesitated for a moment, frowned, and said, "The master said that I am not over, let me go down the mountain to greet the senior brother, and then leave the Hanging Mi Temple." ”

Qingjie was shocked, slowly turned to look at the Futu Tower, suddenly sighed, and said, "Sure enough! Master, you can also see... Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Senior Brother......

Qingjie smiled reluctantly and said, "Let's go, follow the master to the Futu Tower." ”

The two of them immediately stepped into the Heavenly King Palace, entered the Discipline Courtyard, and lowered themselves towards the Futu Pagoda.

Fu Yan calmed down for a while, and immediately said, "Quick! Follow up!"

Seeing the majesty of the patriarch, where did he dare to be presumptuous, Xiao Shami hurriedly shook his head and said, "Donor, not today!"

Fu Yan was willing to listen to his nonsense, and directly slashed him with a knife, and the three of them strode towards the Heavenly King Palace.

"Three donors, what are you doing...... As soon as the Jingzhu monk spoke, he was directly separated by Fu Remnant, and the purple internal force shot out and stunned him to the ground.

At this time, the monk happened to come out of the Heavenly King Palace, and when he saw this scene, he immediately exclaimed: "You are Fu Remnant!"

Fu Yan's face changed, and his eyes quickly froze, and Dugu Xiong suddenly disappeared in place and walked towards the clear space.

"What are you going to do?" Clearance hurriedly retreated, and a seal was suddenly launched.

Dugu Xiong's face was indifferent, and an internal force directly shattered the seal method, and in a few breaths, he stunned the clear space to the ground.

Fu Yan said in a deep voice: "Let him not wake up today!"

"Absolutely can't wake up!" Dugu Xiong smiled coldly, and the three of them suddenly stepped into the Heavenly King Palace.

The Heavenly King's Hall was empty, the candle flame was not extinguished, Fu Yan and the three of them walked out cautiously, and then walked along the wall of the Discipline Courtyard, heading east.

Che Feiyuan led the way, and the three of them finally came to the flower bed between the Discipline Institute and the Futu Pagoda, and looked at it from afar.

Fu Yan's whole body was suddenly shocked, and he saw that under the Futu Tower, in the center of the square, more than 20 masters were sitting in a big circle. In the center of the big circle, there is a half-zhang high platform, which is full of dry branches and firewood.

On top of the firewood, a wooden pillar was one foot high, surrounded by tulle on all sides. Through the tulle, a slender figure can be seen tied to a wooden post.

Fu Yan's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and his right hand couldn't help but hold the hilt of the Wind Breaking Sword, and his heart was already full of anger.

Although he had thought about this scene countless times in his mind, at this moment, Fu Yan's heart was still like a knife, and he couldn't help but die.

This group of old bald donkeys in Hanging Mi Temple really want to burn Gu Jing to death!

He gritted his teeth tightly, eager to rush out and kill all these bald heads to the ground.

Dugu Xiong pressed his shoulder and said, "Young master, the time has not yet come!"

In the center of the square, the monks held Buddhist beads, kept rolling, and chanted chanting in their mouths, presumably doing something superordinate.

Fu Xuan's eyes were about to split, and he forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, as if he felt something, and looked in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

I saw that the sky was distorted, the smoke was filled, and a fire had already burned!

Burn all the accumulation of these hundreds of years! Fu Yan thought maliciously in his heart.

The old monk in the field also seemed to have discovered the situation, a person wearing a red and gold-inlaid robe, holding a Zen staff, suddenly stood up, his eyes were shocked, and said: "Look, what is that?"

All the old monks looked in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and their faces suddenly changed greatly.

"Oh no!

"Someone must have broken in!"

The man in the robe suddenly shook his Zen staff, and immediately said: "Don't be vain, not vain, not lazy, the three of you will go back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion immediately, and you must not let each other succeed!"

"Amitabha!" The three old monks stood up suddenly, and at the same time folded their hands and flew towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Fu Yan's eyes were cold, in his opinion, these three people were already corpses.