"Amitabha, you are so good. The poor monk named Yanchen, under the command of the master, took Xiao Chen back to Lingyin Temple to be punished. ("
The moment the Dharma trumpet sounded, there was a silvery light that cut through the sky.
The light fell together with the voice, but it was a young monk with red lips and white teeth, bright eyes and white teeth, handsome appearance, and still childlike.
He is obviously a young novice, but he keeps calling himself a poor monk, which is a bit funny.
However, this kind of person is too handsome, but he feels quite cute.
The ancestor of Taimiao frowned and said: "Xingshang, this is not the place you should come to. Leave quickly."
Yanchen said solemnly: "I have met the ancestor. This is the order written by the abbot himself. This is the order from my master Xuyun. I would like to ask the ancestor to take a look."
There are two separate orders, one for the abbot of Lingyin Temple and the other for Master Xuyun.
"Ancestor!"
A trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of the eldest prince Wang Fei, and he advised in a deep voice, hoping that he would not care too much and directly capture Xiao Chen.
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
A suspicious look flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of Taimiao Temple. After receiving the two warrants, his look changed drastically after a moment.
The order written by the abbot master said that Xiao Chen made a big fuss in Yancheng under Lingshan Mountain, which affected many temples and destroyed incense. His crime was unpardonable. Hereby, Yan Chen is sent down the mountain to capture Xiao Chen and return to the temple to be punished in order to purify his heart and wash away his sins.
The other one is a warrant from Master Xuyun, which proves that Xingshang's identity is true and that he is his disciple.
The two warrants complement each other and are absolutely true and unmistakable.
The Taimiao clan elder wanted to find some mistakes, but he couldn't find any flaws, so he had no choice but to return the warrant.
"Xiao Chen! You led the crowd to cause trouble in Yancheng, destroying Buddhist temples and injuring innocent pilgrims. You have committed a serious sin. I, under the orders of Master Men, will take you back to atone for your sins."
Yanchen took the order, came to Xiao Chen with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Do you admit guilt or not."
Others only felt a little embarrassed. Such a big incident had almost destroyed half of Yan City, and many people died under the eldest prince.
In the end, Xiao Chen was actually taken away by Lingyin Temple for destroying the temple and injuring pilgrims.
Ming Yan seemed to be punishing Xiao Chen, but in fact, he was clearly trying to excuse him.
"Destroying the temple is definitely not the right thing to do."
He was taken away by the ancestor of Taimiao, who knows if he can come back. Xingshang appeared in time, so Xiao Chen naturally had no reason to refuse his favor.
Snapped!
Yanchen jumped up, slapped Xiao Chen on the head, and said angrily: "You have no sincerity at all. You are really guilty. Come with me."
Xiao Chen was a little confused when he was photographed, and then he was quickly taken away by Yan Chen, leaving a group of people stunned.
"Yanchen, Yanchen... why does this Buddhist chant sound familiar..."
The eldest prince muttered a few words, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes. After a while, he suddenly woke up and said: "It's him, the little demon monk with a silver knife!"
Only then did everyone suddenly wake up, thinking of the silver rainbow light when the fashionista appeared on the stage, he was really the little devil monk with a silver sword.
"Ancestor, there might be some fraud involved. The little demon monk with a silver sword has a bad reputation and is quite unpopular in the temple. How could the abbot 'hand over' such an important thing to him?"
The eldest prince Wang Fei's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.
The ancestor of Taimiao came to his senses and looked around, but Monk Xiao Chen was nowhere to be found.
outside the city.
Bang bang bang!
Xiao Chen kept slapping Xing Shang's smooth head and said softly: "You guy, no matter how big or small, you actually beat up my eldest brother in public."
"It hurts, it hurts, brother, stop hitting me."
Xingshang covered his head with both hands, dodged left and right, and kept screaming in pain.
Xiao Chen stopped his hand and said in a deep voice: "Your warrant must be fake, seeing as you are leaving in such a hurry."
Yanchen smiled and said: "The warrant is true, but I was responsible for destroying the temple and injuring the pilgrims. Master just wanted to see you, so I asked you to come. Before I went down the mountain, I didn't know you had done such a big thing. Damn it, so I can only give you a random reason to take you away."
Xiao Chen laughed dumbly: "You are quite smart. Let's go to Lingyin Temple. I also want to take a look."
Lingyin Temple, the first holy place of Buddhism, leads Buddhism in the world. Xiao Chen is destined to be a Buddhist. Especially since he practices the Maya Breaking Sword, which is also a Buddhist forbidden technique, he may be able to make a breakthrough in Lingyin Temple.
The two of them did not dare to stay too long and quickly rushed to Lingjiu Mountain outside Yancheng, the imperial capital.
On Lingjiu Mountain, there are many temples, the Buddha's light is overflowing, and there are endless pilgrims. They are all magnificent temples.
Even though such a big turmoil just happened in Yancheng, the imperial capital, there is still a steady stream of pilgrims at this moment.
Among them are ordinary mortals, as well as warriors with varying levels of cultivation, including experts and weaklings.
All living beings are different, but the only thing they have in common is their devotion to the Buddha.
At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Chen looked at this holy mountain in the distance and felt the strong and deep power of faith contained in the mountain.
It is a kind of thing, as vast as the ocean, inheriting countless opportunities.
The continuous flow of pilgrims, the accumulated power of faith, the Buddha accepted the power of faith and enjoyed the incense. Then it is transmitted to believers, forming an orderly cycle, and so on, over and over again, and continues to accumulate.
This resulted in the scene that Xiao Chen saw now, which was so majestic and incomprehensible.
Deep in the sea of faith condensed by incense, I feel as weak and insignificant as an ant.
Of course, ordinary people cannot feel the mystery.
Their intuitive feeling is the blessing of Buddha's light, which makes their body and mind peaceful, making them more pious.
After walking along the mountain road for a while, you can see many temples along the way, hidden among the mountains and forests, full of incense and rich Buddha light.
This Lingjiu Mountain seems to be completely bathed in the light of Buddha. When walking there, you will have a wonderful feeling of arriving at a place of bliss.
On the top of the mountain, the huge golden body of Kassapa Buddha exists, with a bright light behind him, guiding all the believers coming down the mountain.
Behind the Buddha, there are Bodhisattvas and Arhats, looming and looming, all of them are solemn and sacred and cannot be desecrated.
"I heard that Lingyin Temple is not among the mountains. A mortal can't find it even if he travels all over the mountains. So, is it in the Buddha's light of Kassapa Buddha?"
Xiao Chen speculated that Lingyin Temple may exist in the secret realm of Buddha's light behind Kassapa Buddha, and certain identities are required to enter.
"Brother, you are really wrong about this. Lingyin Temple does not exist behind Buddha Kasyapa, nor does it exist in any secret realm. It is in the mountains and forests. Come with me!"
Xingshang smiled mysteriously and led Xiao Chen into a secluded path. Although the path was hidden, you could find it if you were careful.
The mountain trails are in disrepair and look like they have seen better days.
On the mountain road, even if the sky is dark, under the light of Buddha, it is still as bright as day.
Entering this ancient path, it is like entering another world immediately. It is cold, remote and dim, but it seems more real.
Along the remote ancient road, green pine trees are planted, swaying slightly in the wind.
The white moonlight shone dimly on the path, but other than that, there was no other sight of illumination.
Xiao Chen experienced a mysterious artistic conception, but he was suspicious in his heart, could Lingyin Temple be at the end of this ancient road.
If so, it would be a bit crude.
Although this place is remote, if believers are willing to look for it, they can definitely find it. Because there is neither an illusion formation nor a secret realm, just a simple ancient green pine road.
While he was in shock and doubt, there was a faint fragrance floating and faintly coming.
Looking up, a rather ordinary old temple appeared ten miles ahead.
There are several osmanthus trees planted in front of the temple. Under the white moonlight, the osmanthus flowers seem to be bathed in a light ribbon.
From a distance of ten miles, Xiao Chen could clearly see with his naked eye that the words Lingyin Temple were written on the temple door.
“It’s really Lingyin Temple!”
A flash of surprise flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he murmured to himself, somewhat in disbelief.
"Green pines line the ancient road, and white moon fills the cold mountains. The winding path leads to the secluded place, which is Lingyin Temple."
Suddenly there was a soft groan from behind. Xiao Chen turned around and saw a middle-aged man holding a folding fan and a long sword on his waist. The dragon moves like a tiger, the weapon is extraordinary, and the emperor's aura is hidden between the brows. It comes slowly, but an overwhelming pressure hits.
The visitor did not deliberately hide this general trend. Just when Xiao Chen was about to secretly use Long Wei to resist, he found that the general trend had silently enveloped him.
But he didn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, he was extremely harmonious, as if he himself was in this general trend.
"Young man, there is no doubt that this is the genuine Lingyin Temple."
With a smile on his lips, the visitor opened the folding fan and spoke softly.
Xiao Chen said cautiously: "Which expert in the royal family are you?"
His strength is unfathomable, and his imperial power is much higher than that of many princes. Xiao Chen had just caused a big disturbance in Yancheng and had a dispute with the royal family. When he suddenly saw the royal master, he could not help but be cautious.
"Who are you? Are you Xiao Chen from the Heavenly Alliance, Xiao Chen from the Dragon Clan, or Xiao Chen, a swordsman who is just angry because of his nephew?"
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and asked the question without answering.
Taking advantage of Xiao Chen's hesitation, he smiled and said, "So don't worry about who I am. You and I are just pilgrims heading to Lingyin Temple now."
After that, he walked straight to the temple without waiting for Xiao Chen's answer.
Looking at this person's back, Xiao Chen groaned: "So strong, giving people the feeling that he is completely invincible."
"It's nonsense, isn't it? He is the current Yan Emperor. In the Yanwu Dynasty, even the False God may not be his opponent, let alone you, my eldest brother."
Xing Shang said disdainfully.
Xiao Chen was suddenly startled, and then there was a sudden sound. The sword on the man's waist was exactly the same as the Yanhuang Sword that had appeared in Qianjin Tower.
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