There is a small temple under Baiyun Mountain dozens of miles east of Luoyang, the temple name is Tibetan Mei, it lives in the valley of the Qinglong River, there are four courtyards, the stream lingers, the forest is lush.

The first layer of the Tibetan Plum Temple is dedicated to the four great bodhisattvas of Mahayana, the second is dedicated to the future leader of the world of Suva, the Maitreya Buddha, the third is the Mahavira Treasure Hall, and the fourth is the residence of the monks. The environment is quiet and beautiful, and it is off the beaten track.

The temple door was closed, and there was no one else in the temple except for two old monks sweeping the floor, but in a quiet room in the four-fold courtyard, there were five old monks sitting cross-legged.

If someone well-informed saw these five old monks, he would be surprised. The five monks of Guy are all well-known abbots of famous mountains and temples, and they are all famous masters of a faction in the martial arts.

Zhengdong is born with big ears, full of red light, but there are no eyebrows, and the eyes are open and closed, and he is the abbot of Fuhu Temple in Jiuhua Mountain.

A person in the west has a withered yellow complexion, long eyebrows drooping, and seems to have a sad face and a bitter hatred, which is the abbot of Fuxian Temple in Mount Emei.

Zhengnan is really full of energy, and his skills are obviously profound to the extreme. Even if his eyes are half-closed, he is still smiling, with his ears hanging down his shoulders and holding Buddhist beads, he is the abbot of Luojia Temple in Putuo Mountain, Gufeng Zen Master.

One person in the north is the youngest, less than sixty years old, cloth clothes and shoes, there is absolutely no half of the difference, but the face is radiant, faintly seems to have a treasure light flowing, it is like a pearl of beautiful jade, natural brilliance. It is the abbot of Wutai Mountain Dafu Vulture Temple, Zhixing Zen Master.

In addition to these four people, there is another monk sitting in the center, with a white beard and long eyebrows, and a peaceful expression, who is the master of the Mahayana ancestral court and the abbot of the Great Ci'en Temple.

Zen Master Dajue first asked, "Senior Brother Zhengci, you fought with the Pure Yang Palm Sect that day, what is this person's skill?"

Zhengci said calmly: "Several senior brothers are planning to stop the poor monk from making a move, so the poor monk did not do anything with this person. The only thing that can be deduced from this is Senior Brother Zhenghui's Bodhi Golden Body, which was shattered by this person's three swords. ”

Zen Master Dajue nodded and said: "Let the junior brother be extremely decent, if Fuhu Temple suffers such a big change, the few junior disciples of the poor monk must be the same!"

He changed the subject, and then asked, "There is one thing that needs to be confirmed!"

"Senior Brother Dajue, please speak up!"

"I heard that Senior Brother Zhengci found the land of the Dao Fall and set up the Anuttara Sambodhi Great Array with nine relics, but was resolved by this person, is there any evidence for this matter?"

"The poor monk didn't see it with his own eyes!" Zhengci's voice was unwavering, and he said slowly, "After the burning of the Great Ci'en Temple, this person talked with Xuanguan, Lu Chen, Qingxu, and Xihe in the inn, and Lu Chen personally admitted the matter, I don't think there will be any fake!"

He raised his long eyebrows, glanced at Zen Master Dajue, and asked, "What does Senior Brother Fei have?"

Zen Master Dajue nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Although there are doubts, it has nothing to do with the overall situation! The only problem now, all the intelligence shows that no one has been able to force this Pure Yang Sect into a desperate situation so far, where is the bottom limit of this person?"

"As for his cultivation strength, although he has not seen the bottom, the poor monk has a rough judgment!"

"Seven ways to attack Pure Yang, Dachen Canglong Wei Wuming was beheaded by this person under the sword, Wei Wuming is a two-line practitioner, and his real combat power is the middle level of the gods. ”

"The sword shocks Yangming's battle, this person is one against three, the opponent is the master of the Yangming Sword Sect, Nanlou Feng and the two junior brothers Wu Jian and Mingkong, Nanlou Feng This person is the peak of the initial level of the gods, only one step away from being able to gather qi in the body, the three of them work together, although they have not absorbed the law in the body, but they are not inferior to the strength of the middle level of the gods. ”

"Shocking the sky, Mo Yeli, the head of the sky, and Xu Fangyi, the deputy head of the sky, joined forces to use the 'water mirror' to urge the Void Dao, and their combat power was slightly higher than that of Yang Ming, but it was not beyond a small realm. ”

"In the battle of Xiping Yunxiao Pavilion, Wu Daochen, the true monarch of bliss, was pierced through the chest by this person, in the past, Wu Daochen killed Gu Feikong, the middle rank of the god of transformation, but there was a suspicion of tricks, if you ignore his double luck of empty music, the combat power is about the peak of the middle level of the god of transformation. ”

"After this battle, until the first battle of the ancestral court, except for the Tantric Peacock Daming King Jia Luo Suzha and his one move, this person rarely made a move. It is rumored that the Xuanguan Dao Monarch of the high-level realm of the Transformation God had studied with this person, but he did not know the details. ”

Zen Master Dajue said them one by one, in a clear manner, and everyone nodded again and again.

"Judging from the previous results, this person's martial arts cultivation should at least not be lower than the peak of the middle level of the god transformation, and it is very likely that he has reached the high level of the god transformation!"

Zen Master Zhengci had been quietly listening to the analysis of Zen Master Dajue, and said slowly: "If it is the Xuanguan Dao Monarch, the Anuttara Sambodhi Great Array can at least suppress him for a day and a night!"

"Not necessarily!" Zen Master Dajue said in a deep voice, "The Emei Taoist sect exercises are peaceful and peaceful, and although its formation is ingenious, it may not be better than the three bodhisattvas. What if the martial arts path and formation of the Pure Yang Sect are just restrained by the Great Formation of Buddhism and Bodhi?"

He paused for a moment, and then said: "With the cultivation of the Xuanguan Daojun, if you absorb the law into the body, you should fight with Senior Brother Zhenghui." However, Senior Brother Zhengyan guided the activation of the relics and injured the soul, otherwise he might be able to test the true strength of the Pure Yang Palm Sect. ”

Zen Master Zhixing, the abbot of Dafu Eagle Temple, suddenly said: "Regardless of the realm for the time being, what is the temperament of this person?

The monks immediately looked at Zen Master Zhengci, only to hear Zhengci cough, and said in a deep voice: "From the perspective of a poor monk, this person acts whimsically and eclecticly, but he plans and moves, calculates clearly, and acts in a rather tough style, and is easily not disturbed by external objects!"

"That's true!" Zen Master Dajue sighed, "How important is the Mahayana Ancestral Garden? I don't know how many Buddhist treasures are in it, and he can even get his hands on it? It can be seen that this person has a resolute temperament, and is not dragged down by false fame, and is much more difficult to deal with than Qingxu Daojun and others." ”

Mentioning this, all the old monks clasped their hands together and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha-" There was a lot of sadness in his tone.

For a while, the five old monks were silent, and for a while, the Zhixing Zen Master with a full face of treasure shouted in a low voice: "If this fang is not removed, it will be a great harm to Buddhism in the future!"

Zhengci's gaze swept over the faces of the four of them one by one, and said slowly: "Do you have a good plan for your junior brothers?"

Zen Master Zhixing said angrily: "I wait for the five of us to join forces, even if he Xiao Qianli is strong, what about it? It is better to lure him out of Kunlun Mountain and surround and annihilate him!"

"Except for one person, but it's not enough!" Zen Master Hongfa, the abbot of Fuxian Temple, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke out and said in a deep voice, "Pure Yang Palace, don't appear in the world!"

"Huh?" As soon as these words came out, the four of them were stunned for a moment.

Zen Master Hongfa stood up, bowed to the door, and said loudly, "Uncle Taishi, please!"

"Uncle Taishi?" The four monks were suddenly shocked, and they all thought of a name, and couldn't help but hurriedly stand up, and bowed down in unison: "Juniors Zhengci, Zhixing, Dajue, Gu Feng, have seen the Zen Master of Wulone!"