"Seven hundred and seventy-seven steps, the number of Buddhist gates, it is worthy of being out of the ancient Buddha's Zen temple. ”

The boy in the brocade robe stood in front of the mountain gate of Wutong Temple, and said to himself with a chuckle.

A group of seven people, not too much, not too little.

The surname of the prince of the brocade robe is Bai, and he is the eldest son of the Bai family in Shuzhou.

This son, whose full name is Bai Xian, was the first person among the young generation of Jincheng, who entered the day after tomorrow at the age of fifteen and stood at the top of the sky after the age of nineteen.

Later, he entered the hinterland of the imperial dynasty, and it is rumored that he was valued by a powerful man in the city of Yandi for his talent, and he was included in the mansion and became the companion of the little prince in the mansion with a very high door wall.

Although he was a servant, when the news came back, it shocked the entire Baifu and even the forces of Jincheng rivers and lakes.

There is no other reason, because of that big man, he, surnamed Jiang.

Youdao is a seven-rank official in front of the prime minister, not to mention the adult surnamed Jiang.

In the future, there is hope to compete for the supreme position in the Southern Regions.

And the accompanying sword attendant is not an ordinary servant status, it can be said to be the descendant of the lineage.

The adult surnamed Jiang has only one son and one daughter in his life.

Therefore, that little boy will inevitably be a big man in Emperor Yan City and even the entire Southern Regions in the future.

As the little prince's companion swordsman, it means that Bai Xian is destined to be extraordinary in the future from the moment he enters that mansion.

This time, returning to the borderland, he is going to do a big thing for the little boy behind him.

"Elder Wu Ge, worship the mountain!" With his hands behind his back, Bai Xian smiled on his face, calm and calm, and slightly tilted his head to whisper to the old man in a brown robe beside him.

The old man had never said a word since he had ever come to the frontier.

Even when he was in the hinterland of the imperial dynasty, even acquaintances rarely heard this old man surnamed Wu speak.

If you don't know each other, you will think that this old man will not be a dumb person when you see it for the first time, but no one has ever dared to talk nonsense in front of the old man.

There may have been in the past, but most of them are dead.

The old man crushed his throat with his palms that could break gold and iron.

The big man in Emperor Yan's city, there is a Wentian Pavilion in the mansion, with a total of twelve floors, and a group of strange people have gathered.

If you can enter the pavilion, just take out one person, it is enough to make the entire rivers and lakes in the Southern Regions poke a hole.

These people are either giants of the rivers and lakes who have been famous in the past, or qi practitioners who are equipped with strange and strange ways, or they may be great Dan masters who can refine spiritual elixirs without being equaled in Dan Shu, or they are physiognomy masters who are extremely knowledgeable.

In short, none of them are easy to get along with.

Wentian Pavilion is known as the Pavilion of 7,000 people, but it can be called the Pavilion Elder.

Since its establishment, there have only been twelve people, which happens to coincide with the number of layers of Wentian Pavilion.

This old man surnamed Wu is one of them.

Although he was only the last of the twelve pavilion elders, he was in charge of the lowest level of the Wentian Pavilion, but he was still not to be underestimated.

The old man surnamed Wu still didn't speak, nodded silently, and then waved his palm.

A pair of bronze-colored palms lightly buckled on the mountain gate that closed after the bell of the Buddha cave in Wutong Temple.

Half a breath passed, and the mountain gate did not move, and it was not pushed open as expected.

With a light sigh, the old man surnamed Wu showed a trace of surprise on his face, and then a trace of solemnity appeared.

He took a half-step back, withdrew his hand, and held his breath.

Immediately, with a low snort, his palms reached forward again.

The luster on his hands changed from bronze to crimson, like burning magma, bringing a strong wind.

With a muffled snort, the corner of the old man's mouth spilled blood and retreated, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The mountain gate finally had a slight change, and the golden Buddha light emerged from the door, and the Sanskrit sound burst.

Despite this, the majestic mountain gate is still untouched.

The face of the brocade robe man sank, he took a step forward, and shouted softly: "Jincheng Baixian came to visit Zen Master Zhanhai, dare to ask Zen Master, is this how you treat guests in Wutong Temple?"

As soon as the words fell, the previously closed mountain gate finally slowly opened, and an old monk wearing a green mud robe slowly walked out of the temple.

Zen Master Zhanhai clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha trumpet, and smiled at Bai Xian: "Sorry Lord Bai, Wutong Temple is closed for one day today, and please wait until tomorrow to go up the mountain." ”

With a chuckle, Bai Xian stretched out a hand, holding a purple gold token, and said in a deep voice to Zhan Hai: "There is a woman in your temple today, who has a fate with the little son in my family's mansion. ”

Zen Master Zhanhai glanced at the purple gold token carved with six flame patterns, and said with a slight smile: "Amitabha, there are only disciples in my Wutong Temple who meditate and ask Zen, and there is no one you are looking for." ”

"Zen master, there is a way that monks don't speak, do you dare to say that there are no female dependents in your temple at this time?" Bai Xian's face sank slightly, and he said coldly: "Today, can there be four people climbing the mountain, and the woman is the person we are looking for." ”

The old monk's face remained unchanged, bowed his head slightly, and chanted the Buddha's name.

Seeing Zhan Hai stop in front of the mountain gate, not letting or speaking, Bai Xian was really a little annoyed, and said in a deep voice: "Zhanhai Zen Master, the owner of this token, you don't know who it is, right?

The token was minted in purple gold for one or two gold, which was enough to show that its owner was extraordinary.

The Great Xia Dynasty in the Southern Regions, worshipping fire and worshipping fire, the totem is the divine beast Vermilion Bird that controls all the flames in the world.

On the token, those who can be patterned with flames must be from the Supreme Clan of the Southern Regions.

And the flame pattern is six, which indicates the identity of the owner of the token, and it is the sixth son under the knee of the current Holy Emperor, Ling Tianhou Jiang Zhan!

In this way, the little prince in Bai Xian's mouth who is said to have a relationship with Miss Xiao is naturally the son of Jiang Zhan, the little marquis who can inherit the great marquis mansion and even the entire southern region in the future.

Among the twelve elders of the Heavenly Pavilion, there was a middle-aged scribe who was sick and worried, and Jiang Zhan trusted him the most.

It is precisely because of his existence that Jiang Zhan can become one of the few young marquis among the many heirs of the Holy Emperor of Great Xia today.

Even the Wentian Pavilion, which Jiang Zhan relied on the most on his face now, was created by this middle-aged scribe with the support of Ling Tianhou.

The middle-aged scribe's surname was Yun, and he didn't know his real name, so he was called Mr. Yun by the people in the Hou Mansion.

It is said to be the first floor in the world, which is known as the first floor of the world, the gate of the Tianji Building.

And his status is not low, he is the junior brother of the master of this generation of heavenly machines.

In the early years, Jiang Zhan had a life-saving grace with him, so Mr. Yun did not return to the Central Domain these years, but has always been by Jiang Zhan's side, living in seclusion behind the scenes to assist the young feudal prince of Daxia to compete for the supreme position of the Southern Regions.

This time, Bai Xian returned to the border, because when Mr. Yun deduced the heavenly machine, he calculated that a woman with the life of the nine phoenixes was born.

Since ancient times, a woman with such a destiny must be extremely noble.

If you can get the place where your heart belongs and get married, the throne may not be unexpected.

After squirting out three mouthfuls of essence blood, at the cost of his own three years of longevity.

Mr. Yun finally deduced that this woman who could win or could win the world was actually in the border of the Southern Regions.

Bai Xian and the others were just the first batch of people sent out by Ling Tianhou.

Soon, not only that Mr. Yun, but even Ling Tianhou would be there in person.

......

Seeing that the old monk was still silent, Bai Xian snorted coldly, and his footsteps were raised to break through.

But seeing that Zen Master Zhanhai did not move at all, he let him walk by.

But when Bai Xian walked to the open temple gate, he was blocked by the sudden appearance of a light curtain.

Bai Xian's cultivation was not weak, and as soon as his breath was over, he raised his hand to tear the light curtain as thin as a cicada's wings.

Just for a moment, he retracted his hand with a muffled grunt.

If you look closely, the hands hidden in the sleeve robe are actually cracked and trembling slightly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around to glance at the old monk who was facing away from his chin at this moment, Bai Xian whispered to the old man surnamed Wu beside him: "Old Wu Ge, please make another move!"

The old man surnamed Wu was silent, nodded, gently wiped away the bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and stepped forward.

His palms turned into dark gold, stabbed into the light curtain with a loud bang, and then tore the entire golden light curtain apart with a single tear.

After a loud bang, there was no barrier in front of everyone.

Zen Master Zhanhai sighed lightly and did not make any more moves to stop a few people from entering the temple.

There is no intention to stop it, everything has a cause and effect.

It should come, it will come.

When I turned back to the temple, I saw Bai Xian and his party waiting there,

"Please also ask the master to lead the way and take me to find the woman who is destined for my son-in-law. The corners of Bai Xian's mouth were slightly upturned, his eyebrows were a little open, and he looked at the old monk and chuckled: "Zen Sect talks about the beauty of adults, the so-called sending Buddha to the West, and please don't excuse yourself, it's not good to annoy my family." ”

Zhanhai Zen Master glanced at Bai Xian, there was no sadness or joy on his face, he raised his hand and pointed forward, and chanted a Buddha trumpet: "The Xiao Shizhu you said is in the Houshan Tallinn at this time. ”

"Wait!"

Just as he was about to walk towards the back mountain, he was stopped by the old monk behind him, Bai Xian turned his head and glanced at Zhan Hai playfully: "What's the matter?

Zen Master Zhanhai clasped his hands together, smiled lightly, and said slowly: "I just want to say to Lord Bai that you have nothing to do with the Buddha......

"Hehe, so what?" Bai Xian flicked his sleeves slightly, no longer paying attention to the old monk behind him, and walked towards the direction of Houshan Tallinn first.

The old man surnamed Wu seemed to feel something, stopped his steps, turned around, took a deep look at the old monk who was silent for a while, and then followed behind Bai Xian.

The old man walked quickly to Bai Xian's side and whispered in his ear, "Bai Gongzi, something is wrong. There are more than 100 monks in this Wutong Temple, but now there is not even a single figure. ”

Bai Xian nodded with a somewhat gloomy face, and said in a deep voice: "Elder Wu Ge, tell me to go down and let everyone be careful." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the entire Zen temple swaying like a light veil.

The world began to distort and become nothing.

Zhan Hai chanted Amitabha Buddha lightly, then turned around and walked out of the temple gate.

The temple with the plaque of Wutong Temple loomed, and finally disappeared completely, turning into a scroll and appearing in the hands of Zen Master Zhanhai.

Zhan Hai stood still, his face was sad, he looked at the backs of Bai Xian and several people, and whispered to himself: "If you have no chance with the Buddha and forcibly break into the pure land of the Zen Temple, you will be wrathed by the Bodhisattva......."