The storm is coming, stirring up the storm and raising a lot of hidden sediment.

Bai Ye and others went up the Qingyang River to suppress the flood and clean up the sediment one by one.

On this day, the flying boat has reached the upper reaches of the Qingyang River, approaching the northwest plateau where the Qingyang River originates.

"Senior Brother Bai, there is a situation, come and see!" On the flying boat, Su Yu, who was checking the surrounding situation with the 'Sky Shadow Mirror', suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" asked Bai Ye suspiciously, stepping forward to look at the 'Sky Shadow Mirror'.

"Senior Brother Bai, you see, some people are also cleaning up the flood and helping the refugees!" Su Yu pointed to the scene in the 'Heavenly Shadow Mirror' and said, "It's Buddhist monks, they also build temples, collect incense, and spread Buddhism!"

Bai Ye looked at the scene in the 'Sky Shadow Mirror', but it was the ruins of a city where the flood had receded, and there were more than a dozen monks, leading a group of refugees to rebuild their houses and residences.

In the middle of the ruins of the city is a temple that has been built, but it is full of incense, and from time to time refugees who have built houses enter the temple to burn a stick of incense and pray to the Buddha statue.

Seeing this, Bai Ye couldn't help frowning slightly, and said in a low voice: "This is robbing our business! Uncle Xuanzhen is afraid that he is in trouble now, and he has met an opponent!"

At this moment, an old monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue in the temple, beating the wooden fish and chanting, seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The old monk's eyes were clear and transparent, as if there was infinite wisdom lurking in them.

Through the 'Sky Shadow Mirror', Bai Ye could feel that the penetrating gaze seemed to be directly reflected in his heart, and he saw through the deepest secrets of his heart.

Bai Ye frowned, knowing that this was an illusion, but the other party had obviously found himself waiting for someone.

Sure enough, I saw that in the mirror, the old monk in the temple saluted to the sky, sang the Buddha's horn, and said: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, I don't know which Taoist friend comes to the cold temple, please show up to see it, although the temple is small, but there is also tea to treat each other!"

Seeing this, Bai Ye asked Su Yu to accept the 'Sky Shadow Mirror', and frowned: "Let's go, since the other party has been invited, it's not good for us to hide it." ”

At that moment, the flying boat turned around and flew towards the ruined city where the temple was located.

In just a few moments, the flying boat reached the ruined city and hovered in the air, attracting many mortals in the city who had built their homes to look up and talk in low voices.

Bai Ye ignored the discussion of those mortals, and looked at the temple in the center of the ruined city with a somewhat solemn expression.

Seeing this temple in person, the white night can see an illusory pure land of Buddha, looming around the temple, filled with golden light, among which there are illusory monks chanting Buddha, which is the Buddha soldiers who cultivate and transform the souls of the dead.

Just like Uncle Xuanzhen, the god of Qingyang River, who crossed the soul and obtained the 'divine guard'.

It can be seen that this temple has already laid a foundation here, and it is difficult to uproot it.

"Trouble!" Bai Ye said secretly, then turned to his teammates and said, "Mo Feng, Huang Kai, Ding Jing, the three of you will follow me into the temple, and you will meet these Buddhist monks, and the others will stay on the flying boat and stay vigilant!"

"Yes!" everyone should be, and then divided into two groups, Mo Feng and the three of them flew down the flying boat with the white night and landed in front of the central temple in the ruined city.

Bai Ye looked up at the temple plaque, but it was a rough wood carving city, with three words engraved on it: "Lingtai Temple".

"Lingtai Temple?" Bai Ye frowned slightly, he seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

It's just that before he could remember, a small novice had already walked out of the temple, bowed to everyone, and said, "Nan Wu Amitabha, the abbot invites all donors to enter the temple." ”

Bai Ye saw that this little novice was just an ordinary person, and there was no trace of cultivation on his body, so he nodded at the moment and followed the little novice into the temple.

The entrance of the temple is a front yard, the center of the courtyard is a big tripod, the incense ash in the ding has been piled up nearly half, at this time there are still a lot of cigarettes inserted in it to burn, from time to time there are more mortals in the ruins of the city come in, light the incense, bow.

The courtyard is forward, connected to the main hall of the temple, which is enshrined in the golden body of the Buddha statue, the abbot of the Lingtai Temple, the old monk who Bai Ye saw in the 'Heavenly Shadow Mirror' before, is in this hall, under the Buddha statue, knocking on the wooden fish, chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Bai Ye and the others walked into the main hall, and the old monk got up from the futon, saluted Bai Ye and the others, and said: "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, poor monk Lingtai Temple Dingyuan, I have seen all Taoist friends, I don't know where you Taoist friends come from, how to call them?"

The old monk looked very old, with wrinkles on his face, and it seemed that he would die at any time, but Bai Ye and the others would not underestimate each other.

This 'Dingyuan' monk has already cultivated to the peak of the 'Six Consciousness Realm', which is equivalent to the peak of the Foundation Building Realm, and can condense the 'relics' if he goes further, which is equivalent to the Jindan real person.

Bai Ye returned the salute and said, "Bai Ye, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Treasure Sect, has seen a fellow Daoist!"

Behind him, Mo Feng and the others also saluted one after another, and each reported their names.

"Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, it turned out to be all the Taoist friends of the Wanbao Sect!" the old monk nodded and said, "All the distinguished guests came, but they made our temple shine brightly, and went in to serve tea. ”

As he spoke, the old monk led the four of them into the inner hall and took a seat, and instructed the little novice to prepare tea.

After the little novice left, the old monk asked, "As far as the poor monk knows, the Wanbao Sect is located in the lower reaches of the Qingyang River, in the southeast!

Bai Ye didn't hide it, and said directly: "The Qingyang River is out of control, the flood has become a disaster, countless mortals on both sides of the river have suffered, and there are even water demons as a disaster, and the resentful soul has turned into a poisonous party, I, Wanbaozong, sit on the Qingyang River, naturally I can't see the Qingyang River become a disaster, so I sent me and others all the way up the river to clean up the disaster, suppress the flood, and solve the sentient beings!"

When the old monk heard this, his face was solemn, his hands folded and he saluted, and said: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, you are kind-hearted and benevolent to the Buddha, and what the Wanbao Sect has done is even more meritorious!

Listening to the words of the old monk Dingyuan, Bai Ye couldn't help but smile and said: "Master, what we have done is immeasurable merit, but it is a moral mind, not a Buddha's mind;

"If the master really approves of our behavior, there is something here below, and I hope the master will fulfill it!"

"I don't know what's going on?" the old monk Dingyuan, who didn't care about Bai Ye's words, asked.

"In the next uncle, practicing the incense and fire gods, he has inherited the will of heaven and the hearts of the people, and has to establish the position of the god of the Qingyang River. Bai Ye looked at the old monk and said, "I want to build a river temple in this city, spread incense, and town the Qingyang River, so that it will never be a disaster again!"

"Please allow the master!"

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" Monk Dingyuan clasped his hands together, sang a Buddha horn, and said: "The door of Buddhism is wide and convenient, not to mention the good deeds of suppressing floods, naturally there is no undue intention!"

Seeing that the old monk agreed so easily, Bai Ye chuckled in his heart, feeling that this 'Jiang Temple' might not be so easy to erect.