The golden elephant created Fangcun Mountain and went all the way to Dajue Temple.

The location of the Great Awakening Temple had already appeared in his heart.

In his heart, he thought about where Senior Brother Zhitong would go, and why Master didn't let him see each other before leaving. Also, he has been thinking about what the master said to him in his heart, the master said a lot today, and confided a lot of information, but he was like a dragon hidden in the fog, seeing the tail and not seeing the head, it seemed that he had heard a lot of things, knew a lot, but he was not able to know it thoroughly.

He didn't know what happened to the demons who had entered the Spirit Mountain together that time, whether they had all gone back, whether they had achieved their goal, or whether they had found nothing.

He didn't know this, he was now in front of the Great Awakening Temple.

Dajue Temple is very large, but it is not on the edge of some high mountain city, however, the mountain is not high, there is a famous temple, and this mountain is naturally famous.

The name of the mountain is Dajue Mountain, and the name of the temple is Dajue Temple, but the monks in it do not have the nature of Dajue.

When he came to Dajue Temple and said that he was looking for a monk named Juekong, the other party looked at Jin Xiangdi, but the answer he gave was that there was no such person in Dajue Temple at all.

Jin Xiangdi frowned slightly, he didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the outside of the temple, but before he could go far, an old monk called out to Jin Xiangdi.

"Donor, you just said you wanted to find Elder Juekong?"

The middle-aged monk was very surprised, and hurriedly greeted him: "Uncle Shi, you are here!"

This uncle is very little in charge of things in the Dajue Temple, why did he suddenly ask about this matter this time. Don't look at this master who doesn't care about anything, but the cultivation of Buddhism, it is really high, and he even heard that this master has already cultivated in the Arhat body.

The old monk waved his hand and motioned for him to stand down, he came to the golden elephant and asked again, "Donor, who did you just say you were looking for?"

"I'm looking for a senior named Juekong?" said Jin Xiangdi.

"Where are you from?" asked the old monk.

Jin Xiangdi hesitated for a moment and said, "I come from a mountain. ”

"Where is the mountain?"

"Between square inches. ”

"Follow me. The old monk said.

The middle-aged monk was surprised, why did he just say a few inexplicable words and take this person in. In his eyes, this person looked cold, but there was a kind of indifference in his eyes that should not be human. He couldn't tell if this golden-robed man was a demon or not, but he could sense it and feel it with his intuition.

"Uncle Shi, this person ......"

The old monk turned his head and glanced at him, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and quickly lowered his head. He wanted to say that this shemale was indistinguishable, but Uncle Shi's look made him dare not say it.

This uncle doesn't care about anything, but there was a deed of one person slaughtering a demon mountain back then, and he didn't believe that Uncle Shi wouldn't fail to see the lack of humanity in the eyes of this golden-robed man.

He didn't dare to say anything more, but the figure of Jin Xiangdi was imprinted in the hearts of others. He wrote down in his mind the man he didn't know where he came from.

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, Elder Juekong, is there such a person in Dajue Temple?

Jin Xiangdi followed the old monk, all the way to the inside, more outside, although the Dajue Temple is quite big, but it is not so big, he has followed the old monk has gone a lot, one by one temples and towers, originally thought to be at the end, after turning, but it is magnificent.

When he turned the corner again, he left a note in his heart, and the scenery in his eyes seemed to have changed slightly, this change was very subtle, but he knew that this was a forbidden formation, and there was a space of its own faintly here, if it was someone who didn't know, even if he was allowed to go, he might always be in this Dajue Temple, and he would never be able to go out.

Along the way, I finally came to a small temple, which had mottled handwriting on it, but I could still see the words 'Dajue Temple' on it.

This small temple looks very dilapidated, like a mountain that stands thousands of miles between heaven and earth, and there are traces of time on it.

This small temple is the real Dajue Temple.

At first glance, this small temple seems to be blown down by a strong wind, but Jin Xiangdi felt a powerful fear rushing straight to the soul, although he was on guard in his heart, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and wanted to live here for a long time.

He did not flinch, and followed the old monk in, this temple was very small, there was not even a Buddha statue, and came to a small ashram inside, and he felt a soft and pure quiet light emanating from the ashram, as warm as the winter sun.

That small door was very ordinary, and in Jin Xiangdi's opinion, it could be broken easily, but this door gave the feeling of separating the two worlds.

"Elder. The old monk called out to the door. He just shouted, and didn't hear any response from inside, but said to Jin Xiangdi, "The elder is inside, you can go in." ”

"Just go in like this?" said Jin Xiangdi with some surprise as he raised his hand.

The old monk nodded, looking at Jin Xiangdi, Jin Xiangdi also looked at each other's eyes, he wanted to see something from it, Dajue Temple is a very famous place in the world from the outside, but it is not like a place to practice, because there are many dignitaries and nobles in front of the temple, and there are many rich ladies and ladies accompanied by servants to incense and offer rich sesame oil money.

This is also the reason why he was surprised when he came to the Great Awakening Temple, because the aura here was not the same as he had in mind.

However, when he reached out to push open the wooden door, his hand passed through, and a golden light surged up, and no matter how cautious he was, it was swallowed up in an instant.

When the golden light had dissipated, he saw an old man in front of him with a face like dead wood, his original bald head had grown hair, and his gray hair hung down to the ground.

And the light of the golden elephant fell on his hair, for he saw that the hairs were reaching into the ground one by one, like the roots of a tree, and the part closest to the earth was earth-gray.

His hair was absorbing the nutrients of the earth, and when he had this thought, he saw that the old man's face really looked like the bark of a tree, and there was a lotus flower blooming in his slightly closed palm.

There was a golden light lingering in that lotus flower, and there seemed to be a world in it.

There were green branches on his shoulders, and the golden elephant stood there without moving, and the old man in front of him did not open his eyes, but he felt that every inch of the void in the whole room was watching him.

He didn't speak, just stood there like that, slowly, he closed his eyes, felt with his heart, his heart was calm, and before he opened his eyes, he saw a person sitting on a golden lotus platform in a golden light.

"You want to practice here?"

"Yes. ”

He didn't answer, but he couldn't help but answer 'yes' from his mouth.

Master said that when you come here, no matter what the other person asks, just answer 'yes'.

"Good. The monk nodded, and then the golden elephant found that the clothes on his body had turned gray.

The monk in front of him in the golden light quickly faded, and the scene in his eyes was as quickly gray as going back in time, the stone room, the old temple, the Dajue Temple, when everything was rapidly regressing, yin and yang changed, as if he was shuttling through the long river of time.

After turning from the illusory into reality, he saw a monk in his eyes, the same middle-aged monk he saw when he first entered the Dajue Temple.

The middle-aged monk looked at the person in front of him, his eyes flashed with suspicion, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he endured it and said, "Just now Uncle Shi said that you want to practice here, and I will assign your affairs, so let's sweep the floor first, and sweep the road from the foot of the mountain to the front of the temple."

"Yes. The golden elephant replied, his body turning slowly and completely disobediently, as if another soul was controlling his body, and sweat was already appearing on his forehead.

He couldn't control his body at all, so he couldn't help but take the broom freely, and then headed down the mountain, the middle-aged monk stared at the golden elephant with a frown.

He followed Jin Xiang Di to the front of the mountain gate, and there were monks saluting him along the way, he didn't pay attention to it, just watched Jin Xiang Di come to the steps in front of the Dajue Temple, and swept it one by one, he looked at it for a while, and he didn't know why Jin Xiang Di came here, but since it was arranged by his uncle, it didn't matter, let him sweep the floor first, and see how long he could endure it.

Jin Xiangdi's movements were stiff, he was resisting, resisting the will to control his body, but he didn't do it.

People come and go, the sun rises and the moon sets, and he sweeps the ground in front of the gate of Dajue Temple.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, what kind of spell he planted, but when did he start planting this spell, from Master?

No, it can't be, does Master know that I'm like this here? Master must know, is this what Master meant?

The pale gold in the depths of Jin Xiangdi's eyes slowly turned gray, just like the clothes on his body.

At this time, there is a story circulating in the world, and the story is about ten demons making trouble in Lingshan, and the names of these ten demons are somehow known to everyone.

And the name of the Golden Snake King, Jin Xiangdi, naturally spread in this world, and his origin was searched by those who did good things.

......

Ruwei sits under a bridge, this bridge is the famous white dragon bridge, shaped like a white dragon, there are rows of fortune tellers under this bridge, Ruwei is one of them.

His complexion was very tender, his business was not good, and he sat a little open with other people, not because he wanted to do so, but the other fortune tellers wanted to do so.

When he first came here to tell fortunes, he was saddened by his peers who were also here, but Ruwei casually said their fate, and said the calamities they would encounter in the near future, and then those small calamities were fulfilled one by one.

This made those peers suspicious one by one. Of course, they won't all be without the slightest ability, on the contrary, the fortune tellers under this White Dragon Bridge are all people who have received the true transmission in various schools of arithmetic, and they are here for practice.

The lives of these people have long been hidden in the law, and others can't count it at all, and even if they do, they can calculate it themselves, and they already have a way to avoid disasters and disasters.

But they were said to be hit, and some of them were hit because they were hiding.

At this moment, they looked at Ruwei's eyes and became a little suspicious, they didn't know what Ruwei was from, and they didn't know what arithmetic method he used.

Because Ruwei's current realm is a little terrifying, there is a hint of that feeling that every word comes true.

He opened his mouth, and the heavens and the earth were to answer his words.

Moreover, the first time you see him, you can see that his fingers are constantly wandering between the knuckles, his eyebrows are lowered, and his brow is furrowed, as if he is calculating something.