"Which sect is this that is so generous? ”

I don't know which person who watched the excitement said Qi Yan's heart.

Qi Yan, who was already curious, heard someone ask like this, so he listened carefully, hoping that someone would answer, but he didn't want these people to shake their heads and say nothing, looking like they didn't know what to ask.

"Let's go to the front and take a look, I seem to have seen Master and them come out just now!" Wei Xuran suddenly spoke behind a few people.

Qi Yan followed his line of sight and happened to see Su Qingfeng, Feng Chuyu and Zhang Yunhua standing with their hands in their hands, staring at the starry sky.

The group quickened their pace, all wanting to see which sect was so high-profile!

The flames burning in the sky were getting closer and closer, and when they walked in front of them, the whispering Sanskrit sound became clearer and clearer, and this Sanskrit sound almost immediately attracted everyone, and they all stopped and listened.

When he arrived in front of him, Qi Yan saw that flying in front of him was a futon the size of a roof, and on top of the huge beige futon stood many monks wearing bright yellow sea green clothes, these monks stacked high and low formed a huge Zen character, and the light like a flame was emitted by these monks.

In front of this huge Zen character sat a majestic master wearing a red robe and holding a gilded four-strand twelve-ring staff.

Adjacent to the big futon is a three-grade golden lotus, on each petal sits a single plate and sits on the hand of the small novice, in the center of the three-grade golden lotus stands a monk who looks similar to the master on the futon, this monk is also wearing a red robe, but there is a string of one hundred and eight beads hanging on the hand of the red bead Buddha beads.

Each of the little novices looks young, but they all have a solemn face, and the bursts of Sanskrit sounds are sung by the little novices on these petals, making the listener feel as if they are in a pure land without wind and rain, washing their sinful and dirty hearts.

They were followed by a large group of women, dressed in ethereal fairy-like white, and a white mist rose from the place where these women in white passed for no reason, and their clothes shimmered with dazzling light, followed by a dark and cold fragrance that was refreshing.

"Amitabha, don't come here a few elders!" the monk on the big futon opened his eyes.

As soon as the master spoke, Qi Yan was instantly stunned in place, what the master said was the Sanskrit language of ancient India, could it be that the Buddhism in the other world also practiced Mahayana Buddhism? Could their Buddhism be the same source as the Buddhism in the original world?

If Qi Yan was not mistaken, the moment the master opened his eyes, he saw a lotus platform passing through his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash, making it impossible to tell whether it was an illusion or a fact.

The master's gaze swept by everyone like a breeze, and Qi Yan, who was secretly looking, casually looked at the master's gaze, not only peaceful, but also seemed to have some understanding, and the moment he was stunned, the master had already looked away.

Is this looking at someone else? Qi Yan was puzzled.

"Master Zen Xin's cultivation is getting more and more sophisticated!" Su Qingfeng opened his mouth with a smile, looking very familiar.

"Praise falsely, the old man has also gone to the next level, in the end, it is a farewell year!" Zen heart floated down the lotus platform and stood in front of the three of them.

"Amitabha!"

Another Buddha horn came from behind, and the voice was very indifferent, making people shudder.

The master on the three-grade golden lotus got off the lotus platform and walked to the side of a few people and saluted coldly.

"Master Tanyue is well!" Feng Chuyu arched his hand at the master.

Master Tanyue returned the salute with one hand to several people, but he stopped talking.

Qi Yan looked at Su Qingfeng and Feng Chuyu, who were smiling and groaning, and they were greeting each other, it seemed that they were old acquaintances with each other, but this Tanyue Mage's eyes were always closed, and he didn't know if this person was suffering from an eye disease or something.

At this time, there was obviously nothing going on with them, and all the disciples were standing beside the masters of each family to watch the excitement.

"This ten thousand mountains are still like this, but I am dying old!"

A woman's voice, listening to the voice is very young, but it is a little vicissitudes of emotion.

"The demeanor of the fog mark Shibo has not diminished back then, is it good in recent years?" Zhang Yunhua on the side stepped forward and gave a junior salute.

"Amitabha!" Venerable Zen said again.

"You Jade Cicada Hanshan Sect don't raise silkworms well in the land of snow jade icebergs, what are you doing here!"

A middle-aged man in brown clothes paced out of the crowd, his tone was mocking, and his eyes were also a little worried when he looked in the direction of the Jade Cicada Hanshan Sect.

From the place where the woman's voice came from, a white silkworm baby flew out, and the silkworm baby flew directly to the middle-aged man who spoke badly just now, and before the middle-aged man had any power to parry, he was already frozen there.

"I can't imagine that my Jade Cicada Hanshan Sect has not asked about the world for many years, and I am so looked down upon, no matter how bad my sect is, it is not something that your little Tuxing Sect can despise, Nie Zhangmen should reflect on it here for the time being!" The woman who spoke out walked out from the white-clothed woman.

Looking at the appearance of the head of the fog mark is about thirty or forty years old, but the voice is very young, but she is also an ice and snow beauty, shrouded in a faint layer of mist on the fog mark, wearing a swaying long skirt that fell to the ground, and the long skirt is decorated with many light and transparent Qiluo snow moths.

A cadre of disciples of the Tuxing Sect over there carried the head of the sect who had been frozen into ice and returned to his building in a gray manner.

The hand of the head of the fog mark also deterred some unfriendly eyes, and besides, their sect came with the two great masters of the Lingchan Temple and the Duobao Sect, and many of them who wanted to make trouble also stopped eating.

The Qiluo snow moths on the skirts of the fog marks fluttered their wings lightly, flew to a clearing and danced regularly in the air, and in a few breaths, a pavilion as transparent as ice and snow was completed.

With a slight wave of his hand, the swarm of Qiluo Snow Moths flew back to the skirt and became a stationary decoration, "My sect has a long way to go, so I can't invite you one by one to drink and talk, it's rare to have this fate today, can you come into the house and get together?"

"I've long heard that Uncle Mist's Snow Spirit Cold House is a rare spiritual thing, how can I miss it?" Feng Chuyu laughed lowly, stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of please, and took the lead in entering this Ice and Snow Pavilion.

Master Zen Xin and Master Tanyue with his eyes closed followed, Su Qingfeng, Zhang Yunhua and others entered the Snow Soul Cold House one after another, and through the transparent ice wall, they could see shadowy figures, but there was no sound from the outside, presumably it was soundproofed.

Seeing that there was no excitement to see, everyone dispersed, and the Wuji Guan and Thundercloud Sect who were fighting over there had long since stopped moving, Wei Xuran's mysterious bullet hand drew a circle in the air, and then pulled everyone, "Hey, do you know why the head of the Tuxing Sect wants to make things difficult for the Jade Cicada Hanshan Sect?"

As soon as these words came out, they successfully attracted Qi Yan's attention, and they all pricked up their ears with curiosity and waited to hear the answer.

"Let's go into the house, there are a lot of people here!" Wei Xuran muttered in a low voice, and trotted into the building of the Wind Breaking Sect first.

Qi Yan swept over everyone's faces, only Lei Ting looked indifferent, as if he was not curious, and the faces of the others were all full of curiosity, and they all trotted to follow Wei Xu and then into the house.

"Legend has it that Nie Yuanshan, the head of the Tuxing Sect, was shocked when he saw the fog marks, and later learned that the jade cicada silk produced by the Jade Cicada Hanshan Sect was a treasure for refining high-grade armor, and he was even more relentless. Wei Xuran couldn't stop laughing after he finished speaking.

Qi Yan was a little surprised after hearing this, and thought that there was some exciting inside story, it turned out that it was nothing more than a love affair, but what Nie Yuanshan did was really not a real man.

Now I only felt that the fog marks were just frozen, and his methods were too gentle.