Lin Ran already had a very high level of understanding, and as the sound of the mantra filled his ears, he suddenly woke up and said, "No...... I can't...... Even remorse can't live in memory......"

He shook off Aunt Lin and retreated dozens of feet in an instant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Aunt Lin looked at him puzzled and said, "What's the matter, is this uncomfortable?"

Lin Ran looked at her, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. In front of the evil mirror platform, the secret of Murong An and Xie Wan has not yet been solved, and Chu Chenxue is also imprisoned in the "Turtle Ci Country", how can he sink here?

Thinking of this, he urged the Dao Body Lotus Terrace, sacrificed the "Bodhi Death", and shouted towards the void: "Break!"

The light split into shadows, and the sword qi swept wildly, enveloping the entire space.

Aunt Lin was swept by the sword qi and disappeared without a trace......

After a while, everything around him began to distort, and even Xie Wan, who was not far away, turned into a phantom at this time, gradually blurring.

In the void, there was a girl's reluctance: "Brother Lin Ran......"

After Lin Ran heard this, his heart shook for a while, maybe from now on, no one will call himself like this......

Everything around him changed rapidly, and when Lin Ran came back to his senses, the town of Zai Lailai was long gone, replaced by a vast wilderness, and in the wilderness, a temple was standing majestically, looking very dazzling.

Lin Ran remembered the burst of "Sanskrit sound" he had just heard, and suddenly his sword rose and flew towards the temple......

This is a strange temple, barren mountains and mountains, boundless, no matter how you look at it, it is not normal. Lin Ran came to the gate of the temple, knocked on the gate carefully, and shouted, "Is there anyone?"

After waiting for a long time, no one answered, and there was a deathly silence......

Lin Ran was about to break in, at this moment, a powerful aura came from outside the sky, he looked back, and saw that above the nine heavens, there was a white shadow sword coming in the wind, as the white shadow got closer and closer, Lin Ran saw clearly that it was a middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe was good-looking, he was stepping on a flying sword at his feet, and he was carrying a sword behind him, looking heroic and sassy, like a decent monk.

The middle-aged scribe came to the sky above the temple, suddenly put away his sword, and landed outside the gate. He brushed the dust off his clothes, looked at Lin Ran not far away, and said curiously: "This little brother, why is he here?"

Looking at the big living person in front of him, Lin Ran couldn't tell whether everything in front of him was true or false......

If this person is real, then this cave space is a real world, and there are people living here, and there are monks......

Lin Ran looked at the middle-aged scribe suspiciously, and said tentatively: "I'm new here, just go around, what do you call a fellow Daoist?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "Poor Dao Xuansu, everyone in the world calls me Xuansu Zhenren!"

Lin Ran's eyes widened and said, "You...... You're not dead?"

The middle-aged scribe showed a look of displeasure on his face, and frowned, "Why should I die?"

Seeing that the other party was unhappy, Lin Ran hurriedly changed his words: "No! No, I didn't mean that, I mean, I was so familiar with your name, I thought you were a legendary character...... "This kind of legendary old monster, whether it is true or false, or don't offend......

The middle-aged scribe asked again, "What are you doing in Taibai Mountain?"

"I strayed into the mountains, got lost, and I'm looking for a place to go......" As soon as Lin Ran finished speaking, he immediately regretted it. He looked at this boundless wilderness and muttered: "This Taibai Mountain was so bare hundreds of years ago, and it strayed into the deep mountains, where did the deep mountains come from......

The middle-aged scribe didn't pursue it, but nodded and said, "In that case, why don't you watch a good show with me?"

Lin Ran was puzzled: "What's the show?"

The middle-aged scribe said: "There is an old monk in this temple, who has always had a gap with me, and I came today to take his life, so he closed the door!"

Lin Ran was shocked: "You're here to kill someone?"

The middle-aged scribe said: "Little brother, don't panic, the real people have never killed innocent people, but this old monk is transformed by demons, so I came to kill him and eliminate harm for the people!"

Lin Ran reacted, and then said: "Eh, please, please!" When it comes to killing, he is also a veteran, and he can see it better than anyone else, as long as it is not himself who kills......

The middle-aged scribe nodded, stepped forward and raised a foot, kicked open the temple gate domineeringly, and walked straight in, shouting in his mouth: "Old Huanglong, get out!"

Huanglong ...... Isn't this Huanglong the person Qiandharpo wants him to kill...... Lin Ran shook his head and decided to follow and take a look first......

This is a temple of considerable size, and there are many monks in the temple at this time, and they heard the noise and walked out of the inner hall and the meditation room one after another.

The middle-aged scribe didn't look at these monks, and continued to shout: "Huanglong Lao'er, if you don't come out again, I will set the samadhi real fire to burn your broken temple......" After speaking, a purple flame flickered on his fingertips.

Lin Ran watched from the sidelines, and immediately gasped, this purple fire was the same as the karmic fire of Yin Si, and it had a powerful lethal effect on people's souls. Feelings, this Xuansu real person is really not an ordinary man, and any fire is a samadhi real fire......

The onlookers suddenly looked frightened and at a loss, and they started to talk about it.

"Why does this man want to burn down the temple......"

"yes, that's pretty unreasonable......"

"He is the world-famous Xuansu Zhenren, why is he so reckless......"

At this moment, an old monk slowly walked out of the inner hall, he came to the middle-aged scribe, and pronounced the Buddha's horn: "Amitabha, why does the donor disturb the purity of the Buddha's door?"

The middle-aged scribe stared at the old monk and said with a look of resentment: "Old monster, you are still pretending to be garlic, you have killed innocent young girls, and killed countless people, today I will do the right thing for the heavens, except for you, the demon!"

The old monk said unhurriedly: "The donor keeps saying that the poor monk is a demon, is there any evidence?"

The middle-aged scribe sneered and said, "Evidence, wait until I smoke your dragon tendons, and then listen to your quibbles!"

The old monk sighed: "Eh! There is no excuse for killing, you kill me in front of everyone, it is ......" After speaking, he stretched his neck, and looked like he was going to kill him.

The middle-aged scribe said coldly: "Count you as acquaintances!" After speaking, he shook the long sword in his hand and was about to make a move.

At this moment, a monk ran up and stopped in front of the old monk and said, "No, Master......"